Totally not P:EG Oneshots

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗

(Requested by the one, the only,  Daniela189307)

 Damon had gotten himself into trouble before. He's gotten into very heated arguments and often been kicked out of buildings for quote on quote, "initiating violence". It's earned him quite the reputation, yet he wasn't complaining. It let his challengers know that he wasn't one to let people step all over him.

However, those situations were nothing compared the one he was currently in. Trapped with 15 other Ultimates for the purpose of participating in a so called "killing game". To make matters worse, everyone here was against him. All because he let his tongue slip out the logical yet harsh thoughts that were stirring in his head. Why couldn't he just have kept quiet for once? Maybe that would prevented the obvious hatred everyone had for him.

Well, everyone except Eva. Damon assumed that she still liked him. He did side with her after all, which she should be very thankful for. Because he defended her, it was now 2 against 14 instead of 1 against 15.

Was it worth it? Probably not, but if he had to choose anyone to be antagonistic with it would be Eva. After all, she was the only one that seemed to have common sense around here.

*knock* *knock*

Was someone seriously knocking at his door this late? Everyone had stormed off to their own respective dorms after Tozu kicked them out of the trial room. Damon had figured they would stay there the rest of the night; At least, that's what any reasonable person would've done. Wandering around at night after the announcement of a killing game was not a very bright idea.

Yet again, here someone was.

"Whoever's there, I'm not opening the door this late! Come back in the morning!" He yelled out.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Taking a deep sigh, Damon got up from his bed and made his way over towards the door.

"I said I'm not opening the door. Go away!" He tried once again.

"I just want to talk for a little bit, Damon."

Eva? The voice sounded like her, but Damon knew she wasn't dumb enough to wander around at night.

"Who even are you?" He asked.

"You can hear my voice good enough to determine who I am."

It definitely was Eva. The raspiness of her voice combined with the sarcasm made it really easy to tell.

"Are you going to let me in or not?"

He was, only because it was her. Maybe she found something important that she had to share.

"Only for a few minutes."

〰️

Once she had made herself at home—in the place that Damon would call the opposite of welcoming—she finally started to tell him the reason why she was here.

"You messed up. Like, really bad." She blurted out.

"You think?"

"You could've just agreed with me about how ignorant they were being, but instead you decided to take it to far."

"I know."

"Why?"

Why did he do it? Damon had no fucking clue. The whole moment felt like a blur to him. One moment he was being treated as an equal and the next everyone was walking over him.

"I see you're speechless." Eva observed.

"Because I don't know what to say."

She sighed and scooted a tiny bit closer to him. He didn't know if she was about to console him or attempt a murder, but there was something strange about her. Something that wasn't present before.