Re-writing my 2BHank oneshot book

.FIRST ONESHOT REAL‼️😘.

Making it up as I go along fr fr💔☀️
Calling this 1 'Long time no see' [cringe!!!]
Mentions of silly violence and stuff!!

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The red sky of Nevada slowly turned pitch black and empty.
Most AAHW buildings were discarded after being attacked by Hank J Wimbleton which is where we start our story today.

Somewhere in Nevada - some abandoned Agency Against Hank Wimbleton base.

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"How kind. Too kind of him, if you ask me. But hey, who am I to judge the killing machines methods!" 2BDamned rolled his eyes and kicked over a corpse of a previous worker there. He caught glance of a wanted poster and ripped it off. Hank, Sanford and Deimos were on it. 3 guys he is pretty familiar with."These guys get more aggravated by those there everyday. And do I blame them for going after them? No! If I was forced to go to work just to be slaughtered the second I got there, I'd be pretty angry too!" He threw the paper on the floor and continued walking through the darkened corridors.

Why is he here? Because he just likes a good scavenge for goods he can use for his work.
2B will always find these bases and shove around all the dead bodies around to find some useful items. First it was just old bases with nobody in them, then it turned to the stench of rotting flesh filling his nostrils every time he went inside.

His feet echoed on the cold, hard floor as he jumped over more agents and kicked a good few organs about the place. 2B stopped for a sec infront of some random body and knelt down. He used his fingers to outstretch the eye socket and plunged his hand in there, pulling out an eyeball and playing with it in his hands. "Yes yes. You're a good one." He said to nobody in particular before stomping the face of the agents corpse.
He got to the edge of the corridor before it split into separate pathways. He clutched the eye gently and threw it down the left side walkway, giggling to himself and shaking his hands as he heard it squelch at its destination.

B is a pretty hard thrower, so the eye landed pretty far into the corridor.
"Eugh! Who does that?! Perfectly good eyeball too probably."
"Means somebody is here too."

Voices echoed casually from the corridor. More people definitely here too. It would've been easy for 2B to take them out, if he'd brought a weapon with him. Didn't think this one through. The sound of footsteps and bullets loading sent B into a bit of a panic. But it was okay. "Have to improvise sometimes.." he sat against a wall and found a pistol dropped by one of the agents. B checked to see if there was still something inside ; luckily there was.

He waited at that corner before he heard the footsteps get louder and stop. But the sound of breathing started coming from just behind him. B checked round the corner for a split second and recoiled back. Hadn't expected this. Not at all. If they don't recognise me I am so fucking dead. 2B thought to himself.

A quick clicking noise turned his attention from his thoughts to the opposite direction he faced. B had a gun to his head. He was shocked and quickly tried to stand up. "Who's this over here then, ey boy?"
The man holding the gun turned back to those behind them. This dude shouldn't have turned at that second because a bullet brushed past his head.

2B stood infront of them all, clutching onto the gun. "Hey! It's Doc! Look!" Oh. He recognised that voice. Eye's adjusting to the darkness, the group became distinguishable.
"Doc! It's me, Deimos!" He walked over to 2B embracing him in a hug. "How've you been?"
B slowly embraced his friend. in a hug "Good. Definitely been better but still." He looked up to see Sanford wave at him and then to who had been pointing at him. Hank.

When Hank noticed it was 2B, they got a bit shocked. Staring at their gun, they put it away and stared away from him. "Long time no see, Wimbleton. You too, Sanford, Deimos."

"Great seeing you here B! We've been meaning to catch up with you sooner or later!"
Deimos and 2B stopped hugging and the four of them stayed together as a group for the rest of their time there.
2B stayed close to Hank to try and talk to them. "So. Wimbleton.. not the best first impression that was, hmm?"
Hank shook their head and bawled his fist, rubbing it in circular motion on their chest.
"No no. It's.. quite alright. Not your fault you almost shot at me. And I, too, should be sorry for shooting at you."

During their separate missions coming together, 2B and Hank spoke to eachother more while they were walking from room to room.

The four found an old break room to look through.
"Time.. 11:42pm.." 2B pulled something similar to a tape recorder out of his pocket and began to whisper into it. "I have found more equipment on 'loot' 110. Of such includes extra ammunition, bandaging and some wiring. I have also came across old friends..
Not seeing them in a while makes me realise how strange it feels being around people - especially being around people you-" he turned to see Hank reading old files.
"that you.. like. a lot. more than in a friend way.. but that doesn't matter."

He frowned and stopped the recording.
Sure, it's true. He hadn't seen Hank in ages. So? Why is he feeling this way now? Hank has always had such a bold impression on his mind that can never be shook away. Now they're back.

They can make it work again.
Probably.
Whatever.

2B was still staring at Hank. There was a need to be around them more. He just wanted to be with Hank normally again after all this time.
Eventually it will be. For now, they just have to make do with the current normal.

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I felt cringe writing this‼️‼️‼️😘
Couldn't think of anything 4 the ending💔💔💔💔
Hope u enhale😘