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What time is it...?
7:30? Oh good, atleast I didn't oversleep.
I'll go to the kitchen and eat... something.
Nitro gets up from his bed and exits the room, which was a broom closet a day ago. He walks to the office kitchen through the dark, unlit hallway and opens the fridge.
The only thing in the fridge seems to be an empty magazine of a pistol, an energy drink and some butter. The butter seems to be spoiled.
Wow. The choice's are great in here. Well, beggars can't be choosers I guess. Let's see if they have anything in the cabinets...
He walks to the kitchen cabinet and opens it. Inside was a half-empty Beelze-Crunch cereal box.
Great. Something edible... Wait a minute...
Nitro stares at the energy drink, and to the cereal. He sighs in defeat.
This has to be the one of, if not the lowest point of my life.
He grabs a bowl and pours the cereal in. Then, he hesitantly pours in the energy drink.
Fuck my life.
He grabs a spoon and begin eating the "thing" he made.
I wish somebody just shot me in the head right now...
Just as he was eating his excuse of a breakfast, Blitzø barges into the kitchen and fires a blind shot, hitting and shattering the bowl infront of Nitro.
Blitzø: I told you not to get in here, you homeless pri-
Nitro simply collapses on the table out of pure disappointment.
Blitzø:... oh, sorry kid. Hey, you uh... seen any cereal around? I'm pretty sure there was some left...
Blitzø said in a confused tone of voice as he scratched his head with his gun. Nitro lifts his head, completely drenched in energy drink and bits of cereal.
Nitro: You just shot our last bit of cereal.
Blitzø:... shit. Well, I'll be in my office for now. You can... hang around until the others arrive.
Nitro: Fine...
Blitzø: Oh and uh... you have a license, right?
Nitro: Huh?
Blitzø: You know, a driver's license!
Nitro: Oh, yeah... about that.
Nitro pulls out a shredded down driver's license. The pieces crumble to the ground.
Blitzø: Well, we can't have you driving around like that, we have to renew it.
Nitro: Why? Not like we're gonna get pulled over anytime.
Blitzø: We're bound to. And I don't want to pay for your charges if you get caught driving without one. We'll have to get you one today. You can... hang around until then!
What the hell am I supposed to do 'till then? Sleep? I mean... I am kinda' feeling tired. And this drink isn't even doing anything... Fine.
Nitro goes back to the lobby and plops down on the couch. He shuts his eyes and tries to go to sleep. He struggles for a while but finally manages to drift off (Pun not intened). After some time, Blitzø nudges Nitro and smiles at him.
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The Fast Lane On The Highway To Hell (OC x Loona)
FanfictionNitro was never a goodie-two shoes. Nor were there other hellhounds in Hell, but he was different. Not knowing who his father was growing up, he tried to distract himself with rather "exotic" hobbies. An unquenchable need for speed, and unexplainabl...
