Crowned

Arc 2, Chapter 35: .uoY dessiM I

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Cobs walked past the tree line of the forest and looked at the hotel. He could definitely sense Fan nearby. Though his power was muffled by something. "Idiot..." Cobs muttered with his fists clenched. Of course, Fan clearly had gotten himself into trouble through his spontaneous actions and lack of plan.

Luckily for Cobs, nobody was near Fan from what he could tell. Cobs teleported inside the hotel and in front of the closet door. He then opened it with his powers, the door flicking nearly off it's hinges and stuck open with a blob of his dark mass. Cobs's brows furrowed as he looked down at the pitiful and bloody scene beneath him. Fan was a complete mangled mess. It almost seemed as if it was work of his own hand. Almost.

"You look like you've been put through a paper shredder..." Cobs hissed, gritted teeth making a sickening noise.

Fan only made a faint groan of pain. And shifted uncomfortably in the confines of the small enclosed closet.his wrists tightly bound by the power-blocker.

Cobs grunted with annoyance, and snapped. his powers destroy led the device on Fan's wrist. It sparked and burnt up, the metal expanded and clattered in nearby walls, then clanked as it hit the ground.

Fan immediately regenerated himself. A hand clasped around his injuries, and he let out a pained yell. His body slowly reformed, and the black mass which enveloped half of him began to spread slowly. It was painful, and was taking quite a while.

"Are you an idiot?!" Cobs seethed. An angered hiss as he inhaled shortly after. "You could've compromised EVERYTHING. DAMN YOU!"

"I-I was tryi—trying... To... Make a plan of attack... I wasn't expecting Paper to be in the forest! I-I'm sorry..." Fan murmured in response with a scared and bitter tone. A whine in his undertone. His shaky hand conveyed his pain and intimidation.

"Why the hell does it look like you were foolish enough to dive into a pool of stray cats?!" Cobs snarled, throwing his hands about. "Are you really that much of a fool?"

"N-Nickel... Tortured me..." He replied, looking away.

"For what reason?!"

"Information..." Fan answered in a whisper his eyes rested on the ground. Anything to avert Cobs' wrathful eyes...

Cobs went silent for a few moments. And then his eyes narrowed. "About... What... Exactly...?" His voice callous and threatening.

"...Balloon......" Fan answered.

Cobs felt his blood boil. "And... you told him?!" His fists clenched, he felt the urge to snap Fan's woofed guards in two.

"..." Fan didn't answer. It would only seal his fate further.

Cobs looked pissed. "We must leave. Now." He grabbed Fan's wrist, and yanked him up. Fan dangled in-front of Cobs. "Next time, do NOT do ANYTHING without my command... Or you will be in this position, by me. Not the coin. Do you understand me?!"

Fan furrowed his brows, not wanting to answer. He could feel his lip quiver.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, BOY?!" He spat.

Fan lurched back, shrinking. He nodded slowly before speaking up. "Y-yes..."

"Sir."

"Yes sir..." Fan whispered. Before he was dropped down. And hit the floor below with a loud thud.

"Good. Let us go." Cobs said as he teleported away with Fan at his side. A clear faintness of disdain in his face. A sense of dread washed over the entirety of the hotel. Cobs was livid.