Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

Can I Interest You In Some ✨Stress✨

(I colored Goo's hair black for no reason so yeah, enjoy. It's not part of the story but it's there now. Also, why did this book get #1 in some twilight thingy?)

Goo finished off the last man and Gun shook his head.

"You're going to get us all caught if you don't stop."

"I don't care."

"You're acting like she's dead."

"Shut up."

"She said she'd be back in a few days."

"But where is she? She could be hurt or dying."

"I'm sure that's not the case. What is she to you?"

"What she is to me is none of your concern."

"You're no fun."

"Shut up."

Gun laughed then gasped.

"What?" Goo asked.

Gun pointed over at a building. Goo turned and saw what he was pointing at. There was a person standing, only visible by a dim light of the street lamp.

"Hey!" Gun shouted and the person turn, disappearing into the building, stopping for a minute to look at them before disappearing.

"I think they want us to follow them."

The two made their way to the building, poking their heads through the door. The person was waiting at the big step of the stairs. They were wearing a suit very similar to that of Sargent Death's, but it wasn't...as cool in a way. It didn't command as much respect. And also, this person was definitely a female. She went around the corner and up the stairs.

"Um, hello?"

The two friends looked at each other before following. They saw the girl disappear behind a wall.

"How much longer?"

They walked down a long dark hall and stopped at a door. They glanced at each other before pushing the door open. The suited girl was sitting cross legged on a desk.

"Who the hell are you?"

"White Fox." The girl said but they couldn't figure out how her voice sounded.

"What's up with your voice?"

"You're looking for YN." Both boys blinked in shock.

"How do you know that?"

"There's nothing that The New Group doesn't know about you two."

"Excuse me?" Goo asked.

"The New Group? Is that a crew or something?"

"We're not a crew."

"Then what are you?"

"An organization of sorts."

"Why did you pick such a lame name?"

"Because the author has no creativity. That and we didn't spend to much time on the name. We don't need a cool title to be powerful."

"Are you their leader?"

"No. Sargent Death is."

"Sargent Death?!"

"Wow, this is cool and everything, but can we please get back to my sisss-sick pain in the ass called YN?"

'The hell was with that stutter?' Gun wondered but said nothing.

"Well, we know practically everything about everyone."

"Get to the fucking point."

"You're damn rude. Here I am helping you and you're having an attitude? I could leave right now."