Dead Or Alive (OLD)

Part 3. Whatcha Doin' Here?

Y/K/N - Your Killjoy Name

I stood outside for a bit, waiting for someone to answer. Finally a short female (this is my killjoy OC) with bright blue hair, a red leather jacket with angel wings on the back, black skinny jeans with rips in the knees, a red band around her thigh, and blue boots with black ribbons working as laces and a sugar skull mask over her eyes; quietly opens the door, just enough to get out and steps out. Her bright blue eyes widen as she makes eye contact with me "U-uh, h-hello?" She says, it seems like more of a question then a greeting. "Hey, can I go in?" I ask, assuming she was with the Fabulous Four. "Uh, that's not really my decision, I-im not really w-with them," she says looking nervously back at the door. "Oh-" I start to say something else as the door opens and someone steps out, I instantly recognize him to be Fun Ghoul. He looks over at the blue haired killjoy "where ya goin Bones?" He asks and she looks down at the ground "I'm leaving, I've been a burden long enough," when she says it he leans back in the door and looks down the hall towards the rooms. "Kobra's gonna be upset," he says looking back at her, she turns her face away from the diner and I see a single tear roll out from under her mask. "I-I know..." she trails off, looking into the desert. Fun Ghoul finally realizes I'm there and looks me up and down "who are you?" He asks with an eyebrow raised, I roll my eyes. This can't possibly be the place Dr. D was talking about, I specifically told him about what happened with these guys. "The names Y/K/N" I say making eye contact with him "well, Y/K/N. Whatcha doin here?" He says, so he doesnt recognize my killjoy name then. I pull the mask down from my face, allowing it to get some air. He gasps and runs back inside, I smirk as I can faintly hear him yelling at Party Poison.

I turn to say something to the blue haired girl, I think he called her Bones? When I turn back to where she was shes gone, the only thing that could point in the direction she went is a trail of faint tire marks in the sand. As I'm looking into the desert I hear someone approach behind me "been a while, hasn't it sugar?" He asks and I can practically hear the smirk on his face, I turn and see him. Party poison. He didnt have a mask on, I already knew who he was anyways so it was pointless. A few seconds passed as I tried to come up with a retort "Like what ya see?" He says it with that same stupid smirk in his face, that's when I realize I was staring. Shit. (That seems to be your favorite swear word Y/N...) "I was actually wondering if you knew how to use a comb," I say, making a remark about the mess if tangled red hair on his head. "Well, if you wouldn't of so rudely showed up and interpreted my beauty sleep, it may of gotten combed." As he says it he steps closer to me, until I'm backed against the railing on the porch. "So Y/N, whatcha doin here?" He asks, not moving from the position he put us in "uh, Dr. D-Death sent me." I say trying to contain my stutter, it always decides to come out at the worst times, "and why is that Y/N?" he now says my name almost taunting me with it, as he reaches a hand up and twirls a strand of my H/C hair (if your hairs to short for this, just pretend its longer...) I smack his hand away, "I was looking for someone to help me..." I say, looking to the ground, I felt humiliated coming back to him for help. He puts a finger on my chin, pulling my head up so I'm forced to look at him "is the almighty Y/K/N struggling to survive on her own," he asks with sarcastic surprise and a smirk on his face. I grit my teeth. If these guys are my only chance of survival, I've gotta do what I've gotta do. He removes his hand from my chin and I look back to the ground, "Your cute when you blush Y/N." I feel his breath on my ear as he says it and I feel my face heat up more, as he walks back towards the door laughing to himself.

I stand there for a minute with my head in my hands, what's the matter with you Y/N? You hate him, they left you when you needed them most. You hate them, all of them. Right?