Living in Hell (Deadman Wonderland x reader)

Scar Chain?

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" The woman shouted in frustration.

What the hell? Hair?! Yeah, it's part of the body, but really? That's... Weird. You would think they would have more vital organs.

"This is the second time it's happened! At this rate, I'm bound to become a hairstylist." The four-eyed woman continued to ramble as she pulled chunks of my hair and swiftly cut the clumps with a pair of razor sharp scissors. Honestly, I don't mind loosing some hair, it's better than my stomach.

Once she finished, they let me out of the torture zone. Not that I was hurt or anything, but next time I'm here I probably won't be as lucky. I returned to my empty room, plopping down onto my bed. I have to train, and gain more control over this power. As my head was spinning on how I could improve my branch of sin, a knock was audible from the door. Who could that be?

I slightly crack the door and peer out at my unknown visitor. Or should I say visitors. One was a boy around my age with the usual prisoners uniform, one a girl with short hair wearing a crop top, which was actually looked quite nice on her, and... The man who was recently my opponent? What is he doing here?

"Um... Hi?" I say with uncertainty. This guy just defeated me... Is he here to brag?

"Hello, we just came by to see if you were alright." My ex opponent spoke with a robotic voice that didn't quite match his small smile."I'm Nagi, this is Karako, and Ganta." Nagi gesturing to the girl first and the boy second.

The girl merely smirked with a calm and collected aura while the boy smiled. I nodded my head, acknowledging their presence, opening the door as a gesture for them to come into the small room. As soon as I shut the door behind them, I immediately turned my attention to Nagi.

"Why the hell are you guys here." I dead panned. They can't just come for a visit whenever they want, especially after one of them beat me up.

"Hey, without us, you could've lost something you couldn't regenerate!" Karako spoke with an annoyed tone.

"Eh?! Wait so, you guys helped me?! But, why in heavens name would you do that?! I don't even know you." I said flabbergasted. I mean, I'm basically in their debt. I could've lost my stomach, even my hand! I shuddered at the gruesome images of losing vital organs.

"If you're curious, you're actually quite impressive. You may have lost the fight, but you displayed an interesting power." Nagi started." You were able to not only manipulate your blood into a weapon, but you were able to convert said weapon into another. It would be a great asset if you joined our organization."

"Organization? What organization?" I spoke with curiosity and suspicion laced in my tone.

"Scar Chain. Our objective is to show the world what deadman wonderland really is; a hell hole." Spoke Karako with a serious tone.

"And how do you guys plan to do that? I mean, let's face it, we're all kinda trapped here, so how are you even able to get the data out there?" I inquired lifting an eyebrow.

"We've got a plan. But before we can continue this discussion, we must relocate somewhere we can speak freely." Nagi whispered.

With that the four of us left the room and supposedly left to somewhere "safer," if that even existed in this prison.