Life Of A Fuck-Up

Cute little fuckers

CHAPTER THREE [F-U#3]

"Ouch! Be fucking gentle!"

"Sorry honey, but i can't after seeing this."

"Wait, just hold on a s-second!"

"I'm not fucking holding back anymore."

"I just n-need to adjust! It hurts!"

"You can adjust all you fucking want, but it won't change the outcome!"

"Fucking wai- Ouch!"

I dabbed the cotton ball for the tenth time. (If you thought otherwise, might as well go out for the night, you little shits)
Previously, I have extracted the bullet safely out of his fucking shoulder.
And now, dabbing some ointment on it to reduce the chances of a fucking infection.
But this bitch right here, is fucking whining to let him adjust to the pain!
SUFFER, BITCH! SUFFER!

"Get use to it darling! Because you're with me now! Pain is my best friend! Along with my other buddies!"

He groaned. We have been at this for about an hour now. Rippo was sitting on a surgical bed, which i bought a year ago, and i'm playing surgeon!

"Are you done yet?"

"I just need to wrap it up with bandages, unless you want to fucking let the world see your battle scar!"

I exclaimed as i basically sprinted towards my stock of bandages.

"Yeah, no. I don't want people to see my mistake."

"Your mistake on being an idiot?
I don't think that's really a fucking mistake.
More like a natural gift to you."

Stalking towards him, I carefully wrapped his wound. Also laughing at his face.
WHAT A GOOD FUCKING SURGEON!

"Fuck you!"

"I'd fuck me too!"

"You're disgusting."

"Better fucking get used to it!"

Rippo sighed as i snickered.
Yeah, we were getting along pretty fucking well!
Earlier, he was a bit hesitant to follow me into the maze of sewers. I told him that i'll leave him if he doesn't.
I understand his reaction though, like who the fuck follows a person that looks like shit and suddenly tells you to follow?
I'd probably fucking do it. FOR FUN!

Oh and, TOLD YOU WATCHING SURGERY VIDEOS CAN HELP ONE DAY! HA! EAT THAT, SHITTERS!
I argued with him about me doing his mistake extraction though!
It took a full fucking thirty minutes to convince him!

"And, done! Now here, I bought them a few months ago. Didn't realize the size was wrong." I handed him a t-shirt that had MCR on it, with some blue jeans.
"How the fuck did you get the size wrong? It perfectly fits me!" Rippo exclaimed before eyeing me warily.

"Before you fucking drown me with suspicions, I didn't realize the size because there was an annoying bitch beside me who wouldn't stop complaining about the clothes." I told him as i rummaged through some boxes.
"So you went to buy this shirt purely out of annoyance?" He asked, bewilderment coaxing his tone.
"Yep! If i didn't get kicked out of that store, I would have slapped the bitch!"
I continued to search for something.

"You were fucking kicked out?!"
Rippo shouted at me.
"For what?!" He continued on.
CALM THE FUCK DOWN MAN!

"For playing hide and seek with a fucking kid in there." I casually said.
He was quiet for awhile.
Before eventually snapping at me.
"You're fucking childish, you know that?" He clicked his tongue and touched his wrapped shoulder.
"Coming from the guy who childishly argued about something that he didnt think logically about, and fucking getting shot in his right shoulder!"
I smacked him across the head and placed them on my hips, stopping my search for a minute.