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warnings : foul language, heavy gore ( there will be a warning when it starts ), description of human organs, mentions of suicide,
this is a pretty heavy chapter.
note! there will references to the bible and christianity.
一 • 🥮 • 一
"Wow, it's not like this place is sketchy at all!" Denji mumbled sarcastically, half-lidded eyes staring at the ground, bored.
Y/N rolled her eyes at him, her thick heels clacking against the solid concrete. Her huff was heard by the blond boy. He too rolled his eyes back at her, and released a louder huff.
Power looked curiously between the two silently bickering co-workers. Her eyes sparkled with interest, as she could smell drama in the air. An ecstatic smile spread across her face, and she licked her lips eagerly. Drama would usually end in bloodshed, and boy, was Power excited.
Y/N clenched her fist together, blood rushing to the applied pressure. Hissing in discomfort and anger, she directed her anger to her mind, where she thoroughly cussed Denji out, using colorful words and phrases. Some were creative, such as 'Uni-balled b*tch', while others were much more vulgar.
The green, lush forest that enveloped the once empty hallway eerily reached out to them; the tendrils covered in thorns pricking at their thin clothing. Exhaling slowly, Y/N winced from the stinging pain. The thorns were barbed, and their curved structure only added more salt to the wound.
"What, you're wincing from a couple of cuts?" Denji mocked, pointing a finger at the trail of blood covering her forearms.
Y/N promptly stepped on his foot, digging the sharper end of her loafers into his bone. He groaned, jerking away from the woman. Usually, he would've loved any sort of attention from women, but not this one.
"Oh, shut the f*ck up, you virgin baby." She retorted sourly back at him, turning her head away from his repulsive face.
Grumbling, Denji tore his gaze from her. He tugged at his collared shirt, thoughts racing in his mind. Some were of hate and disgust, while others were of curiosity and hurt. Tapping his finger against his thigh, he sighed. What had he done that could've possibly earned her despicable revolt?
"Hey," Aki muttered, tapping his shoulder instantly. "There's the devil. Stop arguing, and pay attention."
In front of them was a large, leafy creature. Blood and torn up remains decorated its lanky body. The fingers, oh, the fingers. Covered in ripped human bodies, fingernails splattered with a green goop.
