°- ɢɪʀʟꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜱ -°

II

Ballister's Pov
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I had finally secured my mechanical arm into place, and was about to continue my brooding session in my make shift home, when a light knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

I cautiously approached the door, picking up a shattered glass bottle as protection from the potential threat.

Carefully, I wrapped my fingers around the door handle, before yanking it open. My eyes roamed around the area, frantic, only to find no one there.

I released a sigh of relief, the tension that was once present in my features fading. I dropped my arm to my side and turning around.

"That was weird-" I started to say but was interrupted by a short pink haired girl. I raised my arm up with my "weapon" in hand.

"Hey boss," They said, using their index finger to lower the glass bottle from their face. "I love the secret lair, the garbage and the smell of sadness really pulls the whole thing together." The strange girl said, picking up a dead rat from the nearby pile of trash with a disgusted look on her face.

"Wait, who are you?" I said, pointing my mechanical hand towards where the girl once stood, only to find them beside me, holding out their hand for me to shake?

"The name's Nimona, my partner's outside." The girl, now recognized as Nimona, said while looking down at my arm in what could only be seen as interest.

"And how did you-" I started, but was interrupted, again, by Nimona.

"-Whoa! Yeah! Sick arm," They said excitedly, grabbing and pulling my arm over to their face to examine it. "Did it bleed a lot?" Nimona asked, I was about to respond when they suddenly had a disturbing look on their face. (I swear I was crying laughing when I saw it💀) "Did they let you keep the old one?"

"No, let go!" I said, yanking my arm away from them, "What is wrong with you." I adjusted my mechanical arm and looked back to them, holding a giant blow torch.

"Ooh! Can I have it?" Nimona said with a grin as the torch blasted flames.

"What?- No! Put that down, that is not for little girls." I said with a nervous expression on my face, still holding the shattered glass bottle close to me.

"Little girls?" Nimona said with a laugh as they rested their arm on the no longer spinning saw, still looking at me with a that "are you for real?" face. "Okay, how old do you think I am?" They said with a smirk.

"Uh, I don't know. Ten?" I said, guessing by their maturity and the look they were still giving me, I was probably wrong. "Alright, help me out. More or less than ten?" I said with a annoyed sigh, why was I playing guessing games with a child again?

"Not a lot of kids in your life, huh?" Nimona said, look me up and down, silently judging me.

"You know what? No, I'd like it to stay that way," I said as they stopped leaning on the table walking around the place. "You have to go." I said, hoping my adult authority would convince them to leave.

"But we're here about the job," They said, jumping onto my rolling chair, leaning back while picking up a knife by the blade.

"Wait, we? There's more of you?" I said as they swirled around in the chair, effectively ignoring me. "Never mind, what job?" I said, annoyed.