[ARCHIVE] Phighting shit!!! [fanfics, fluff, smut & more!]

📚🔪💊Karmic Debt.

Word Count: 1541

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1) Don't come after me if this chapter triggered you. READ THE WARNINGS.

THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER INCLUDE:
-Gore
-Swearing
-Blood
-Violence
-Murder

If any of these mentioned above triggers you, please click off the chapter for your own wellbeing. I am not responsible for anything that happens if you pursue with reading after I've warned you.

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The hazy Wednesday night was no different from all of the others. For him, it felt like every day was repeating, only with slight changes.

Subspace had just payed him 300k bux to take down a target. He still recalls the sharp tones of his voice.

Initially, Hyperlaser wanted to decline his coworkers offer.

But 300k for a target, considering said target was younger than his usual targets, and less known?

It was an easy bux for him. Even though he hated doing it for him. For Subspace.

He didn't particularly like Subspace, more like pity him for what he has become.

Hyperlaser walked across the region of Blackrock. His shoes pressed against the cold snow, creaks accompanying the whooshing of the wind and snow.

He reached his dark blue car, in which he placed his railgun, before opening the door and getting in the driver's seat.

He made his way, even in the dead of night, to Thieves Den, where one of his targets currently was. He would've rather stayed at home and sleep, but Subspace had payed him a shit ton of money, too much to ignore.

He parked next to a closed Supermarket, opened the cars trunk and grabbed his railgun.

It took him a solide 10 minutes to climb onto the nearest tall building, a four story tall abandoned apartment complex.

Hyperlaser looked around the edges carefully, scanning not onlt his surroundings, but also he ground bellow.

He steadily balanced his railgun, which was supported by his knee. He had spotted his target: a 26 year old male, with shiny purple horns. The target was a somewhat wealthy business man, which just so happen to get drunk at a celebration party.

Hyperlaser prepared his railgun, letting it load so he could fire. With a swift finger jerk, the trigger was pulled, and the blinding blue beam shot right through his target.

He shuffled backwards as panicked yells filled the air.

What came next, he was not expecting.

Someone grabbed him, choking Hyperlaser using their arm, which was nearly wrapped around his neck.

Hyperlaser jerked, using his elbow to hit the opponent in the ribs. The attacked shrieked, as he weakened his grip, allowing Hyperlaser to slide out.

Hyperlaser then kicked the attacker in the chest, making them fall over. He used his leg to keep them down, as they both huffed.

Hyperlaser pulled out his hand pistol. "You messed with thw wrong mercenary." He growled.

The attacker pulled a knife out of their pocket and stabbed Hyperlaser's lower leg, warm blood gushing out.

As Hyperlaser instinctively jerked his leg away, holding back a hiss of pain, the attacker attempts to make a run for it, but Hyperlaser shoots them, which ultimately kills them.