The Fast Lane On The Highway To Hell (OC x Loona)

Reverse Gear

"Nitro."

Mmmph...

"Nitro."

Ahmmm...

"Nitro, for fuck's sake!"

AAAAHHHHH!!!

Turbo: About fuckin' time, ya' hound. C'mon. Get up.

Nitro was the only hellhound in the crew. So, this got him some respect, showing that hellhounds can stand up for themselves and don't have to be a pet or an employee for someone.

Nitro: Maybe you could have woken me up a bit kindly, huh?

Turbo was the usual leader. Medium sized horns, blonde hair, leather jacket, narcisisstic attitude, tall as hell. He was number one on the Wrath Blacklist. Nitro puts his elbows on the table he was sleeping on and rests his head on his hands while looking at Turbo.

Turbo: I tried. You mumbled like a moron.

Nitro: I'm not a moron!

Turbo: ... whatever, just move it.

What a fuckin' asshole... He'll see who's a moron when I take his ass down for number one on the Blacklist.

Kat: C'mon kid. Your car's almost ready. We hittin' this convoy or nah?

Kat was more down to earth. Or Hell in her case. Long silky hair, short horns, chill personality and almost as tall as Turbo. Though she was flirting with Klutch.

Nitro: Fuck yeah we are. Where is the car?

Kat: Outside. It needed a few tweaks. Whenever you're ready, we're on. Let me get Klutch in here.

Kat clears her throat and yells at the top of her lungs

Kat: KLUTCH YOU FUCKIN' IDIOT, GET DOWN HERE.

Klutch: ... I can hear you, I'm just over here.

Klutch was quite the goth guy, wearing nothing but his beanie and his black hoodie at all times. He was as tall as Nitro, who was about 5,6. He has the shortest horns out of all the crew. He was indeed just above Nitro and Kat, looking at them from the railings. The garage they owned was quite big to fit in ten people and ten cars.

Kat: Oh... well, I like callin' you that~!

Klutch: Psh, yeah okay. Where's Boost?

Kat: Oh, he's probably off his ass, huffing Nitrous somewhere.

Klutch: Fuck, Boost! We need that! That's the last of our stash!

Klutch runs off the depot of the garage, and pulls Boost out, who was holding onto a Nitrous bottle, trying to get a huff, giggling his ass off. He was the tallest of the crew. There is a rumour going around Turbo rescued him off a hippie camp before he was a racer.

Klutch: ... fuckin' idiot. You know where Torque and Wrench are?

Torque and Wrench were quite the duo. Brothers to death, but they couldn't agree on anything. That is until someone interferes their fight. That's when they team up and finally agree on a middle ground against whoever interfered. Even their cars and clothers are the opposite color.

Boost: Eh, they're hic running checks on everyone's whips, homie!

Boost kept on giggling until he collapsed on the ground. Everyone is used to it, he'll get up soon.

Kat: Glad someone's taking this job seriously. 

Drift comes into view, looking at her phone. She turned around immidietly as he saw the amount of people that were talking to eachother. She never liked crowds. Rocking blue hair small horns, a black beanie and a sleeveless shirt, Nitro definitely had his eyes on her. Not that he was going to talk to her though.