Cover art by @es_pikopikola on X. This fic takes place after the events of S1. The now fully recovered Zanka is finally ready to return to his cleaning duties after his last near-fatal encounter with the raider, Jabber. Despite his determination, hes immediately set back, coming face to face with the man who almost killed him once again. Luckily the other Cleaners are there to help Zanka this time, capturing Jabber and taking him in. Though keeping him contained proves to be far more difficult than expected.

jabber has been sneaking around the cleaners HQ not to cause trouble but to see one of the cleaners, the one he has fought many times before zanka his favorite cleaner. (in short I can't find any janka fics so I'm doing myself😤)

"Rules are the only thing that keep the world from falling apart. But Jabber is the thing that thrives in the cracks." Zanka Nijiku has finally achieved the impossible: a life of his own. After years under the suffocating thumb of his elite family, he has a studio apartment, a "Standard" routine, and a growing following for his minimalist lifestyle content. It is a world of white walls, ironed shirts, and absolute control. Or so he tells himself. The first crack appears in the smell-a sharp, medicinal hit of menthol tobacco that lingers in a room with no windows open. Then, the objects start to move. A chair is tilted. A favorite pen vanishes, only to reappear in his bed. Zanka tells himself he's just tired. He's just paranoid. He's just... failing. But the shadow haunting his peripheral vision isn't a hallucination. It's Jabber. Towering, lanky, and sickeningly handsome, Jabber is a masterpiece of filth and designer rags. With waist-length dreads that trail like funeral shrouds and eyes bloodshot from a permanent adrenaline high, he doesn't just want to watch Zanka-he wants to dismantle him. To Jabber, Zanka's "Standard" life is a cage, and he is the only one "loving" enough to burn it down. As the physical incursions grow bolder and the digital messages more intimate, Zanka finds himself trapped in a predatory dance. He is a man who fears nothing more than being a "failure," and Jabber is the one person who knows exactly how to make him fail. In a city of millions, Zanka is realizing that his locks are useless. Because Jabber isn't just following him home. Jabber is already there.