He gestures at you, Blitzo, Moxxie, Tex, and the Incubi.
Husk: -some asshole with a gross name and vendetta against these guys came looking for revenge, and you're having a hard time believing the Easter Bunny is real?
Strika: ...Fair enough.
Y/N: Out of all the scumbags we've fought over the years, THAT guy in the suit has to be one of my most hated. He's like if Valentino was more criminally insane, and less just...pure evil.
You let out a sudden angry dog growl, startling some of the others, before awkwardly clearing your throat.
Y/N: (sheepish) Sorry. (regular) Anyway, if I ever see him again-
As if on cue, the front doors slam open...revealing the exact target from three years ago.
Creep Rabbit: YA-HA! I knew I would track you down eventually, Y/N! Now prepare to face the wrath of-
You clench our fists, grit your teeth, and let out another angry dog growl as you rise from the couch.
Y/N: (dragging your hand down your face) As if everything else that's happened to us these past few months wasn't enough. It was bad enough that people I love nearly died, my friend's daughter and one of my girlfriends wants nothing to do with us, I've lost most of my powers and status, and the group of psychopaths that hate me have everything...
You turn to him with an eery smile.
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Y/N: *You* just had to show up here.
Everyone else: O_O/O_X (run to the corner of the room so fast dust outlines remain)
You levitate a fireplace poker to yourself and give it a practice swing.
Creep Rabbit: O_O. H-Hey, I was just messing around. I wasn't r-really looking for revenge or gonna t-try anything, honest!
He tries to turn and run, but you use your telekinesis to hold him in place.
You walk up to him and holding the fireplace poker and slam it into his gut, followed by hitting him in the face.
He falls to the ground, spits out a handful of blood and teeth, and tries to gargle something.
You stomp on his hand and bring the fireplace poker down on his face, ribs, and skull repeatedly, the poker and your arm becoming bloodier with each swing.
Pan to show everyone else looking disturbed, except for Alastra, who looks on lovingly while holding her hands to her face and sighing dreamily, clearly turned on.
