Cover art by me.
When you moved to Los Santos, you knew about the dangers of the part you moved to. But rent was cheap, work was everywhere and since your aunt died, you were on your own again.
Moving back to Los Santos was probably the best I could...
I woke up on the harsh bed, and as I opened my eyes I noticed the guy who had previously comforted me in my sleep was gone. I yawned and removed myself from the bed as I opened the door in my room, which was a small bathroom, that contained a toilet, sink and a tiny shower.
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After I was done taking a shower I stepped back in my clothing I've worn for a while now, because since there isn't aren't any other clothing available for me I was forced to do so. I exited the bathroom and noticed the door was unlocked. I raised one eyebrow as I exited my cell, and went upstairs where I heard some voices.
"So we all agree?" I hear a voice say, I believe it was Vanoss. "No, I think it's a stupid idea" someone answered. "Yeah me too, what if she's dangerous? We don't know anything about her" "Look Tyler, Marcel. I ran into her this night. She could have escaped easily if she wanted to, but instead just made some dinner, and even shared it with me. She hasn't hurt any of us, and back when the gbg had kidnapped her she didn't even rat us out. And it's not like we're setting her free, but it's only fair she can walk around the house instead of being in that horrible cell 24/7" He followed. I hear the voice that had previously talked groan, annoyed. "You don't know what she's capable of, we don't even fucking know her" With that I entered the room as soft as I could, but the floor creaked softly beneath me making all of their heads turn to me. "Speak of the devil" the guy with glasses said.
"You already leaved her cell door open?" the blonde said angry, his head turned to Vanoss sharply while he said that, but snapped back to me after he was done, squinting his eyes. He made me feel like I was doing something wrong. That everything is my fault. That i'm a disgrace. He looked furious, and I instinctively took a step back. Vanoss walked up to im and put his hand on his shoulder, but he just removed his hand irritated and stormed out of the room furiously, pushing me out of the way. A dark toned guy, wearing an adventure time shirt followed, also leaving the room. He gave me a bitter look while doing so, and I just stared back at him, confused yet I felt bad, starting to believe this indeed was all my fault. Wait, why do I feel bad? They're kidnapping me. I can't help being here? Why the fuck would I feel bad about this? But.. Isn't it my fault?
My thought abruptly stopped when I felt someone placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw it was Vanoss. "I'm sorry about that, they'll come around. Eventually." I just nodded. "We've decided you can walk around in the house, and you can leave that horrible cell" My eyes lit up, as I felt my lips curl up into a small smile. "Thank you" I said softly, but loud enough for everyone to hear. "Yeah, you're cool (y/n)" I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Nogla walk up to me. I smiled back at him.
"Can I.. Can I ask something?" I say, carefully. Some of the guys nodded, while others simply waited for me to continue. "What can I call you guys? I only know Nogla, Bryce and Vanoss" a nervous chuckle escaped from my lips.
"Hi, you can call me Mini!" it was the guys with glasses. The guy next to him started speaking. "You can call me Moo, I'm sorry we haven't talked sooner" the guy with the gradient tank top said, a warm, genuine smile was placed on his face. They all started removing their masks, except for the guy covering his eyes with a bandana and the guy wearing the hockey mask.
"Ohmwrecker, Ohm for short. Pleasure meeting you, properly" it was the blindfolded guy, with the omega sign on it. His brown hair ruffled and his voice was raspy, he clearly had just woken up.
"I'm Lui!" He smiled mischievously, while eating some gummy worms.
"Terroriser" I looked at the corner of the room to see where the voice originated from, and saw the guy who had chased me back when I escaped. I didn't even notice he was here, but once I noticed, I felt his eyes followed me every move, taking in every detail of me, making me feel very self conscious. My eye contact broke with him when a different person spoke.
"I'm Fourzer0seven, or just fourzero or whatever" He said with a nod. A brown haired man started waving at me. "You can call me jiggly, or panda. Either is fine"
The next person had a magnificent beard, and a somewhat deeper voice, and a pair of puppy eyes to match. "I'm Cartoonz, my fair lady!" He said cheerfully while taking a deep bow, making me giggle softly.
"Well you already know me" Bryce said, with a wink. I felt a slight blush form on my face. Damn you horrible hormones! I thought I left you when I turned 19!
"Well uh I'm not really officially a part of this gang, but I'm Kryoz" a man stated. He had flowy, bleached white hair with his brown roots showing, and I noticed he had a vape in his hands. "Smitty and I get called in from time to time by Vanoss to help with a heist or mission" he added, when the next person spoke.
It was the guy who had shared a bed with me this night. I felt my blushing getting heavier when I thought about it. Nothing happened! Why am I blushing?! "And I'm the smitty he's talking about. It's actually SMii7Y but thats kinda hard to pronounce that way" he chuckled. I smiled back at him, and I noticed his cheeks started to turn a light colored red, which looked really cute.
I looked around to see if everyone had introduced themselves, but I saw the hockey mask hadn't said anything yet. He sighed, and looked up to me. His weirdly familiar bright blue eyes burned into mine, as he spoke. "I'm Delirious" he stumbled. "Not that I actually am delirious, I mean I kinda am but it's my name. I didn't randomly say I'm delirious I just-" his rant got cut off by Vanoss, who chuckled softly. "So that's everyone. And the two guys that had just stormed off are Wildcat and Basically" I looked back at Vanoss, his hand was still placed on me. I noticed he was speaking kindly, but every end had a sharp tone, indicating you shouldn't mess with him. He was a dangerous man, and it was hard not to notice that.
"Now, (y/n), since you're not going to be sleeping in the cell the only other option for you is to share a room with someone else" Wait, I need to share a room?! With one of these guys?!?!
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