Sayori x reader

Divinty Among Wolves

You look around and spot Tyran's bike. You decide to steal his because it's much faster than the Honda bike. You sit in the driver's seat with Sayori behind you. You kickstart the bike and ready it for driving. Sayori takes her hand off your waist and points.

"We've got more company!"

You look where she pointed and see a huge armored monster truck with machine guns and spikes affixed to the bumper. Stans in the driver's seat. The machine guns begin firing upon you. You drive off from where he's shooting and one his bullets bounces off of the concrete and into a gas tank. Your bike is already far enough away to not get hit, but Tyran was still in there as the entire gas station exploded. Your now on the main road and Stans' monster truck is right behind you. He fired a few more shots from the attached guns, but they all miss. His voice is so loud that you can hear him shout,

"Divine Sight! Use aim assist!"

He aims his tricked out revolver through the window

Immediately after, both your tires are popped by one bullet. The bike flips, but you and Sayori are thrown off into a grassy patch. Stans' truck stops in front of you. The door opens and the sweet smell of the tobacco once more hits you. Stans in all of his gigantism steps out.

"Ho oh, you two is quite the slippery kind ain't cha!"

He lit his pipe.

"Y'know what's in this pipe? Well right now, it's Wess. My Divine gift was the blessing of Divine Sight, the ultimate blessing, which as you saw can melt flesh. But I found that mixing the flecks of burnt flesh causes me to gain there power and intellect. Now it's just a staple of the Underbail gang. Heh heh. Funny how these things start. Anyways, I guess my point is, I don't mess around. I mean, I'm smoking a burnt man's face! Huh huh. And you two little rats have given me more trouble than I've gotten in quite some time. And I ain't too happy with it."

Stans takes his revolver out from its holster again and nonchalantly aims it directly at your head.

"Huh huh, it just don't feel right killin' kids like yourself... I mean, it's a beautiful day out here, the birds is singin', flowers are bloomin', on days like these... kids like you should be... bur..."

Stans grunts in pain and clenches his blue scar. When this happens, he drops his pipe on the ground.

"Ahh! I guess the Divine One don't want you dead then. Ahh! no. That can't be. But it was all correct. The truck? Ah, Christ."

After Stans finishes talking to himself, he climbs back in his truck and looks around.

"Come on guys! You really forgot to tighten the fuel tank bolts?! There's gas all over the place!"

Stans' guards climb inside for a look around as well. You see your chance. It's either now or never. You tell Sayori to get down. She does, and you grab Stans' pipe and crack the flaming bowl off. You chuck it straight into the driver's cab. You try to get down with Sayori, but the explosion is one step ahead of you. You get thrown to the ground and smash your face into the grass. You look back and see that the truck is no more. Sayori looks at you.

"That was cool! But there's probably gonna be some consequences for killing a mob boss, right?"

"Well, it was either him or us. We didn't really have a choice."