If You Can't Take My Sass, Fuck Outta Existence

21 | Die

No one knew how the situation escalated like Death X's romance radar when Shizuko was around under the span of two minutes. All they wanted was a cup of coffee. Sky, Lara and Shizuko would be stuck with ice chocolate.

But that idea went down the drain. Now as far as any of them were concerned, they were somehow at each other's throats. Their personalities took a 180 degree turn, none for the better. Atalanta was snapping at every little thing. Sky and Lara were getting physical. Death X stopped the pet names and was attacking everyone. Ainya and Diana screeched at the top of their lungs, clawing at each other's faces.

Meanwhile, Shizuko was sitting in the midst of the chaos, swinging her legs as if she were recreating a scene from a certain meme.

"You should just die!" Lara shrieked, ramming her shield at Sky.

Sky dodged by leaping onto clouds she'd created, glaring at the black-haired girl from below. "If it means tearing your plastic face off, I will!"

Death X's chains lashed around Atalanta's waist as he sent her crashing into a wall. "How's that, you government dog?"

Atalanta groaned as she staggered to her feet. She unsheathed her daggers as she glared figurative daggers at the half demon. They charged at each other with their fists or weapons raised.

Whatever had occurred, there was no explanation.

Shizuko was dimly aware of the chaotic mess of her team, but the laziness forbade her to take perform any action required to break out the fight. It wasn't until a shield knocked her chair over, sending her tripping onto the floor.

Drip.

Everyone froze. They turned to the silver-haired villain, bodies and minds stiff.

Under a second, Shizuko was crying and everyone started to panic. It didn't matter how much they resented one another, it was mandatory to comfort a weeping walking loli.

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"Are you fucking done?" Atalanta snapped, tearing Shizuko's handkerchief apart.

Shizuko sniffled and nodded.

Sky rolled her eyes in utter annoyance. Ainya ignored them, completely focused on her phone solely. Lara slammed the table when Diana called her a nerd, causing more coffee to spill from the table.

Death X was giving Shizuko a piggyback, cursing under his breath. If Death X curses, you know things are going to get down. He never cusses, not even when faced with extreme dares with fatal retail prices.

At this point, the bartender's scarred for life.

The roles were reversed. Instead of six nice people and one asshole, there were six assholes and one girl who's terrified at the drop of a hat. Why do people even question the authors' sanity at this length of the story?

"This is fucked up," Death X growled. "Can I just kill one of you and just end everything? It's a fucking heaven compared to you shitheads!"

Sky rose and slammed the table. Someone make a fundraiser for the tag #stoptableabuse. "What did you say?"

"Let's not fucking spend all our cash, you fuckass!" Diana interjected. She pointed an accusing finger at Atalanta. "We'll sell you to a prostitution house if you people damage anything!"

Atalanta gasped. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

Diana's eyebrow quirked in amusement. "I said—"

"Get over here!" Atalanta tackled the technology manipulator.