Megalomaniacs Multiversal Chat Group [Re:Boot]

Humans, I think of them as a race filled with hate for one another, they were weak yet they also find a way to become stronger, they are annoying and hypocritical, Me, can I be considered human with my abilities.

No, that was why I hate myself actually, I am fifteen yet here I am working, I hated this kind of work honestly, it made my emotions get messed up, ah but you would understand tho. "Kyle, just spit out where you hid all those goods, you wouldn't want another finger gone would ya"

Kyle, he was an interesting man that ran one of the most infamous global crime ring ever, even to the point his bounty was posted on the dark web, it is a very annoying place actually much more annoying than the black market, anyways my self proclaimed job is pretty much me getting sent on bounty hunter missions from My family… Now that's a loaded word. You'd think of warmth, protection, or even just familiarity. Not for me. For me, family meant orders, obligations, and the occasional bloodstain on my hands.

Kyle whimpered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wasn't crying yet. That was interesting. Most people did by now. The room smelled of sweat and copper, and the dim, flickering light cast shadows that danced like specters on the concrete walls.

"Listen, Kyle," I said, crouching to his level. My voice was calm, detached—just another day, another job. "You and I both know how this goes. You keep playing tough, I keep taking pieces. But I don't like wasting time, and you're running out of parts that won't kill you."

He lifted his head, blood smeared across his lips as he grinned at me. "You… you're a damn monster, kid."

I smirked. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Monster, human—what did it matter? I stopped pretending a long time ago.

But even as I said that, something inside me twisted. The kind of twist that made me wonder if I was still one of them, if I could still call myself human after everything I had done.

"Alright, alright," Kyle wheezed. "I'll talk… just—just no more."

Finally, I can't wait to go play some Undertale or just watch the anime my Comrade told me off, it was called...one punch man, yeah I think that was it.

Kyle spat out a mix of blood and saliva, his body sagging like a marionette with half its strings cut. His good hand trembled as he wiped his mouth, his eyes flicking to the jagged stump where his pinky used to be. Disgusting. He should've talked sooner.

I pulled out my phone and hit record. "Go on. Don't make me repeat myself."

He sucked in a breath. "Warehouse… District 17… under the old shipping yard. Unit C-19."

I watched his expression carefully. Fear? Desperation? Lies? No—he was too broken to lie now. If he had any fight left, it was only in the way he refused to cry. I could respect that.

Tapping my phone screen, I sent the location straight to my "family." Within seconds, I got a thumbs-up emoji in response. That was the end of it for me. Someone else would handle cleanup.

Standing, I stretched, rolling my shoulders. The tension in my muscles ached, but not as much as my head. This job was supposed to be easy. Quick in, quick out. But no, Kyle had to be stubborn. He had to make me think.

I hated when they made me think.

"Well, Kyle," I sighed, stepping back. "You did good. For what it's worth."

His face twisted with something between anger and relief. I didn't care to figure out which.

I turned to leave, wiping the blood off my gloves as I stepped over a rusted metal pipe. The concrete under my boots felt solid—more solid than me, anyway. That twisting feeling was still there, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts.

Monster, human—what did it matter? I did my job. That was all.

Outside, the night was cold, the city humming with life as if people weren't rotting in abandoned basements. I pulled my hoodie over my head, burying myself in the artificial warmth. My fingers itched to grab my console, to lose myself in pixelated choices where the worst thing that happened was some NPC dying.

Undertale sounded nice right about now. Maybe I should go pacifist this time around, ah I should probably also tell Yuima to stop looking into H.P Lovecraft and eldritch stuff, she also said she wanted to gain all knowledge in the world too...yeah, my ex is crazy for knowledge, she knew what i was since she was also a tool for her family, she is the one who gathers information and let's it out in the Circle families.

Well at least my day won't be ruined but my sleep circle definitely.

But then a sense of foreboding came to me, before I could react it was already too late, I only heard a deafening crash before I saw the silhouette of the vehicle that killed me, it was a truck, My vision slowly turned into darkness.

On this day, I Killian Hize died to a truck.

…..

Strange...Why did I suddenly recall the night of my death. Killian is a name I hate, how annoying actually. Nero tugged on the arm of my sweater tilting her head cutely at me. "Dad, you suddenly stopped, Aunt Satella and Mister Nick went to scout the area so no one can attack you...but I think Mister Nick is in trouble so I sent out one of my Shadow clones with him"

My daughter is cute and no one can deny that, I suddenly feel Determined to go find meat for her and get some chocolate for myself. But first, I will go get the others.

But I realized that something with golden eyes was watching me, it giggled before it disappeared once and for all, I felt exposed and Vulnerable at that moment.

[New Fanfic Incoming(Probably): Eye can See you]