A pick-up truck was following a car through the streets of Kansas City. Both vehicles were armored and together held five people inside.
"Bryan? Bryan!" one of the men yelled out as the two vehicles stopped. The men stepped out to see a few bodies outside on the streets. "Body, body!"
The men checked the bodies of the other men before hearing a small bark.
"The hell?" the men walked towards an alleyway before hearing a scream coming from a nearby store.
The men walked inside with their various guns before hearing glass shattering above them.
They looked up to see Y/N holding Bryan, having just pushed his head through a window on the floor above them.
"Knock knock!" Y/N smiled before walking to the window beside it and pushed Bryan's head through it again.
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After repeating the action for the third time, Y/N looked down at the group of men. "I said... Knock, knock!"
Y/N walked over to push Bryan against the railing of the upper floor. The men tried aiming their guns up to Y/N, but he quickly put a knife against Bryan's throat.
"Hey, hey, easy there, neckbeard." Y/N smiled.
The man, who indeed had a neckbeard, turned to another man beside him, showing his hair to Y/N.
"Holy shit, are you fucking kidding me? Seriously? You have a neckbeard and a rattail?" Y/N let out a quick chuckle. "I mean, I get it. Trust me, I do. The whole world went to hell and you stopped giving a shit, but my guy, there is a line. And you've definitely crossed it."
Even though Y/N wasn't serious and obviously joking around, the men couldn't help but feel intimated by him.
"So how about you find a helmet or a cap or some shit, tuck all that shit back away and stop being such a fuckin' distraction to the rest of us."
The man scoffed before grabbing a nearby cap and putting it on his head.
"Great." Y/N smiled. "Now, where the hell was I?" he asked himself. "Oh. Right. Knock, knock! Who's there?" Y/N mimicked a second voice for the responses he wanted to get. "Butter. Butter who? Well, you butter get out your umbrellas 'cause it is about to goddamn rain."
And just like that, as if it was nothing, Y/N slid Bryan's throat open before angling his throat so the blood would spray down onto the men below.
The men began gagging before Y/N stabbed Bryan in his stomach and cutting that open as well, making more blood spray down onto the men. Even some of Bryan's intestines fell down onto the men as they continued to gag.
Y/N glared down at the men. He could kill all of them. It would be so easy.
But it wouldn't be fun. He wouldn't get pleasure from a quick kill. He wanted to play, to draw it out.
