Danger Days y/n fic: Root Guano

Chapter 1

Ow

That's all y/n could think. The not so dull pain that started as a slight burn from walking barefooted in the desert had escalated to hot coals. There were barely coherent thoughts running through their head, it was only noise; noise with teeth that was slowly knawing away at y/n's morale of making it-, well, anywhere. They didn't know where they were, barely remembered how they got there, the one thought that could be separated from the sharp sting of the teeth and the sand and the dried blood on their hands was water.

They couldn't remember anything that happened, they didn't want to. Hell they just had their entire morality, their worldview swept out from under them. One day you've got your headphones at the set volume, going about your life, the next you've killed 2 draculoids who you THOUGHT were police there to protect you. Then running out of the city and hiding. Y/n couldn't figure out how they did it, or why. What kind of sick individual DOESN'T drive themselves into a psychological hellscape before being taken to a nice little building with mint green walls and no shoe laces allowed?

It was too much, all of the built up exhaustion came over y/n like an avalanche. Their legs gave out, feeling wobbly and out of control, they wanted to die. To give in to the cool embrace of dark emptiness, run away from all the hot dryness and pain. The last thing y/n heard was the sound of a tire screech and nasally voices saying words they couldn't make out.

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They weren't dead.
That's all y/n knew. They realized when they slowly drifted back into consciousness, feeling instead of scorching sun and dirt on their burnt skin, instead was ripped leather and the cool breeze of a turning fan. It took y/n a couple minutes to open their eyes. They heard voices in front of them. The same voices they'd heard before they blacked out. When y/n opened their eyes, they found 4 people in front of them. They all stopped in almost stunned silence when y/n sat up. Themself included.

"Oh good,... you're awake" one offered looking like a fine line between uncomfortable and almost relieved.
Y/n didn't know what to ask
"Who are you?"
"Where am I?"
"Are you going to kill me?"
"Maybe an awkward time to ask but do you happen to have anything out here for a nasty sunburn?"
They opened their mouth to even attempt to say something, anything, instead the words they intended to say came out as a hoarse, cracked, whisper.
"Oh shit, here" one of the people said, handing y/n a beat up canteen with sun-faded stickers and paint covering any trace of the canteen itself.

Y/n looked between the canteen and the person holding it. They had red medium length hair that was shaven on the right side. All of the people wore leather jackets and theirs was primarily blue. Despite living in the desert, their skin was surprisingly clear and pale, save for a few scars on their face and forearms. They had hazel eyes and that familiar look on their face that uttered a silent "trust me" to anyone near them.

Of course though, after being told "trust me" all their life by quite possibly the most untrustworthy group of people to exist, y/n wasn't buying it; giving the person a look of distrust and almost nervous suspicion.

"Here, take it." The red haired enby said again.

Y/n kept their stare.

"Kid, are you gonna drink the water, or keep starin at me and die of thirst?."
They paused
"Please, we're here to help."

Y/n softened, still hesitant, they cautiously grabbed the canteen and brought it to their dry cracked lips. Once they started drinking, they started to feel human again. Cold-, well, cold enough, water trickled down their throat, the feeling of dry mouth fading away with each sip.
Y/n let their mouth off the canteen and looked at the people they were staring at. Still wondering what to ask first.

"Who are you?" They asked
The blonde one, the one with the red jacket, y/n noted, spoke
"We're killjoys"
Well that barely answered anything.
"No I mean like- why did you take me?"
The dark haired one, the only one whose jacket (vest..?) was not made of leather chimed
"Would you rather we'd seen you and left you for dead?"
"Probably" Y/n thought to themself.
"Well that still doesn't really answer my question"
"Not a lot of answers to be had hon, we came in the same way you did, most of us anyways." The redhead said.
"STILL doesn't answer my question." Y/n thought.
"Can I at least get a straight answer on your names?" Y/n asked, annoyed, they thought; was the right word to describe how they were feeling. It was almost funny to them. They just had their life saved and the first thought they had was that they felt annoyed.
"Jet Star" one said he had hair longer than any of them, black leather jacket y/n noted. That one was the first to say anything when y/n came to.

"Kobra Kid" this guy had blonde hair, red jacket, and was taller than everyone else. He looked more private than the others to y/n. Not the type that talked much. Hell he was wearing sunglasses inside.

"Fun Ghoul" black hair, smaller than the rest of the group. Y/n assumed they were the youngest out of the group. Mostly out of the vibes he gave off. They'd never seen someone who seemed as reckless yet calculated at the exact same time.

"Party Poison" the red headed one said. Y/n took notice of their eyes. They were hazel, and they looked pretty, but that wasn't the thing that spoke to y/n. It was how alive they looked. Sure, the entire group looked pretty lively to begin with, but this liveliness was different. It was electric, the kind of electricity that could never be taken or snuffed out. Y/n had only just realized how weird it was how each member of the group said their names consecutively, and how much weirder it was that they never said anything in response. Also, that they weren't even real names.
"So... you guys have like- code names?" Y/n asked;
"What, you think we want BL/I to find us?" Kobra kid replied sarcastically.
Y/n thought for a second,
"Yeah, no. Guess not."
"Well enough bout us," Party poison said,
"Are you feeling any better kid?"
"I mean, besides the fact that my skin has been burnt to a crisp,"
"We can help with that, I think we have some of that Aloe Vera shit left from when motor baby got burnt" Jet Star cut in.
"Thanks, but yeah. I guess I'm ok." Y/n finished.
"Good, that means we can start your deprograming" Party Poison said, grabbing what looked like a toy gun off the counter.
"I'm sorry, WHAT?" Y/n exclaimed.
"Come on hon, we gotta get this over with" Party poison lent out a hand to help them up.
Y/n looked at them, distrust painted all over their face.
"Kid, I promise, if we wanted to hurt you we would've just left you out there in the dirt." Y/n, went over their options. Only to come to the fact they really didn't have any other choice. What were they supposed to do? Run away and go back to square one? Y/n, hesitantly, took the redheads hand and got up from the booth. Party poison started to lead them out of the diner, to a dark hallway.

Oh brother y/n thought.

A.N.: hey y'all!!! As mentioned in the description I just found this account again and figured I'd try and write something. Lmk if there are any drabbles/one shots you'd like to see or any critiques on the dialogue or writing :))