[DISCONTINUED] On the Edge (AshTrash669 x Edgy_Space_Prince)

Butterflies

The year is 2069.

The human race has lost morals

And with that comes choices. Especially in Kawali.

You could join the Gay Meme Protection Squad, or GMPS, run by someone known as Edge. Edge takes care of everyone. Committed to a life of hugs, not drugs.

And then there's the Trash Cult. They lurk in the slums of Kawali, doing whatever is necessary to survive. That includes breaking laws.

And you may wonder, why do they need to break laws?

Homophobia has increased in 2069, to the point where you may very well be shot dead for being relatively queer. They risk their lives going out on the streets every day.

Well, they did.

Until their leader, Ash, had a plan.

A plan to develop a reputation as the baddest bitches in Kawali. They had no hesitation. Rob those who hurt the LGBTQ+ community. Slit the throats of gay executioners.

Law is a complicated topic. Police still exist and function, but not in the way they should be. They're not permitted to arrest gay executioners, or anyone who intends to hurt gay executioners. It's an incredibly fucked up system. Authorities pick and choose who they rescue and who they watch die.

That's why Briar Angelle quit the force.

She was a detective for KPD, but soon after the system started, she resigned and joined the Trash Cult.

But she still keeps her gun in her pocket.

Ash's POV

I was walking down the street, trying to get back to the Trash Cult hideout. Yeah, we have one of those. It's gloomy and dark and blah blah blah, all that emo shit. We are emo shit. Come to think of it, I do always blast MCR—

"Hey!" A voice interrupted my thoughts. I pulled a dagger out of my boot and turned to see who it was. Executioners are getting even more blunt now.

"Don't fucking move!" I shouted, turning. It was a female, seemingly around my age. Brown hair, bleached at the tips and dark brown chocolatey eyes-

"Who are you?" I asked, lowering my weapon. Executioners were usually around thirty, if not older.

"Edge Prince, I don't want trouble!" She replied, throwing her hands in the air.

"Put your hands down, I'm not gonna kill you," I muttered. "Wait... Edge? As in the leader of the Gay Meme Protection squad? As in the one with the story-"

"Yeah, yeah, the Edge who stopped you-know-who jumping off the edge of the you-know-what before you-know-when," She snapped. "I'm here to talk to you about your... gang..."

"The Trash Cult?" I asked. Oh shit. She put a bomb in our hideout, didn't she? "Look, if you're trying to kill someone-"

"Kill? Never!" She said in shock and what was almost disgust. "I was wondering if we could... be... um... allies?"

"Allies?" I repeated.

"Allies, noun. Two groups combined or united with another for-"

"I know what allies are!" I snapped, immediately regretting it, seeing how she flinched so hard her beanie almost fell off.

"-mutual benefit..." She mumbled.

"Benifit?" I asked. "What are we getting from this?"

"Protection from executioners-"

"Got that." I replied. "We protect ourselves with actual weapons, not hugs and kisses, thanks."

"Ouch, but fine. Food?" She offered. "We've got really great cooks."