The Bad Guys: The Original King of Cons(Diane Foxington x Male OC Reader)

Chapter 3: Distrustful Confrontation

Diane: I'm sorry I am so sorry that you saw that news report of me giving up on you, but you need to understand I spent those five years trying to get you out; I spent months getting the blueprints for S.U.C.M trying to work out where you where and what way was a most straightforward way to get to you.

Diane looked at you, worried, but that scowl didn't fade.

Sean: That didn't stop you from freeing them when they were framed for a crime because of a fucking guinea pig!

You pointed at the bad guys.

Sean: Seven years I waited for the one person I thought had my back! The only person who I trusted after Opal betrayed us! I never thought I'd live to see the day that you'd give up on me.

Diane went wide-eyed as she looked at him.

Diane: How did you know about that? The guards shouldn't be informing inmates of such events... unless-

Sean: Oh please, Ms. Crimson Paw, I heard it all on the news thanks to it being my 26th birthday, I saw the footage of you saving them and not me! You didn't think I couldn't take down that little rodent, or had that thought slipped your mind?

Wolf was getting annoyed at you, yelling at Diane.

Mr. Wolf: How about you leave her alone, huh? Just because she didn't come to save you doesn't mean you can yell at her like that. You have no clue what having to clear all our names and truly gain the city's trust and respect after all we went through.

You turned your face towards Wolf's and gave a low laugh

Sean: Ah yes, the infamous Mr. Wolf, the bad guy in quote 'every story.' Well then, since we're on the subject of storybook antagonists, allow me to humor you pal! Just because books describe you as terrorizing little helpless pigs, eating grandmas and little girls, and low tier crap like that think you've had it bad? Why don't you try being a dragon like me!? A dragon who always gets slayed by the brave knight, or the one who will steal all your stuff and lay on top of it? Oh here's a juicy classic, the fearsome beast that just always has to be guarding some stupid princess in a lonely tower. I've been the bad guy for far longer and in worst ways than you ever have. Yeah maybe you had some bad punishments, but at least you weren't always killed just for being you!

Wolf didn't add anything to what you laid on him and the others. He just backed off.

You raised your hand holding the disk-like object as you threw it at an unbelievably speed; it missed Diane as it went through a cop car, splitting the whole vehicle in half right down the middle. Sean then snickered as the cops still in shock how they weren't hurt in the process snapped out of it as they proceeded to get out and rather than go after you, they ran for it. You then turned back to Diane.

Sean: Do you know what it was like to be held down by two giant rocks trapped in the dark to never speak to anyone, always holding out hope that maybe just fucking maybe the one person who cared about me would come and save me!

You were no longer acting tough and began breaking down.

Sean: Do you remember why I became a thief because everyone I came across feared me, ran from me, or threw things at me; they hated me because I was something that I never could control; then, out of everything, you were one of the few people that cared enough to ask if I was okay and bonded with me over things.

The group was starting to feel bad for you, mostly Snake and Webs. Diane's voice was shaky when she spoke next.

Diane: You always knew how to make me smile. I remember when someone threw a rock at me, but you put your wing up to protect me you always cared for me.

You rubbed your eyes with a weak sigh. You looked Diane dead in the eyes.

Sean: Did you ever care about me? I mean like, really care about me? Diane was shocked at this question. It took her 30 seconds to respond.

Diane: I did. I still do Sean. I know you are hurting right now and that all you want to do is for me to understand your pain, but I can't. I don't know what it was like for you to be trapped in there so long.

You removed your mask, as did Diane; your eyes looked so tired. Diane walked over to you and ran her paw over your face.

Diane: I don't think l've ever seen you so tired. You moved your face from her hand.

She hugged you with tears in her eyes as she spoke again.

Diane: There is a good man in there Sean, but he is wrestling with a giant; please, can't we go back to the way things were before?

You pushed her away with a weak sigh; you looked away from her.

Sean: I-I'm sorry, Diane, but I can't; too much stuff has happened. I can't just forgive you, not now. I won't chase after you or do any more crimes, but I just can't forgive you.

You got your car keys out as your Aston Martin Superleggera came around the corner and stopped in front of you; getting in, you lit a cigarette and got ready to drive off when Diane stopped you.

Diane: If or when you are ready to forgive me come to the museum.

You didn't respond. You just drove off, leaving Diane and her friends behind.