MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Run, run | F.G. | (1/?)

The diner comes into view and I can't help but to widen my eyes at it. We have been looking for it for so long. These four are dead now.

"It was about time!" A voice says before the car even comes to a stop and there is that goddamn mop of red hair which the whole BLI has been craving to put our hands on for so long. The car comes to a stop right before Poison, in a way he is able to look right at me through the window and there's nothing but pure disgust, but there's no way in hell this is going to bother me.

"You're just impatient. It wasn't even that hard to get the pig." The driver gets out of the car along with the other 'joy.

"Do your work better, then," Poison says in disdain and waits for the second 'joy to open the door of the car. They tell me to get out and I refuse, so Poison does it himself, grip strong around my arm.

"Oh, Poison," I say dripping sarcasm, but with a hint of truth in my words, "it's such a pleasure to meet you!"

"Cut off the cheesiness, (y/n)." Poison is cold, not even looking at me as he pushes me aside to hand the other two what looks like carbons. "Do your job better next time," he mutters to them before taking a hold of my arm again and starting to drag me inside.

"Won't you even thank us?" The driver shouts, annoyed.

"Be thankful I'm even paying you!" He is unbothered, more worried about dragging me inside.

"What's under that precious yellow mask, Poison, darling?" I ask him softly, wanting to see how far this spicy temperament goes.

Poison's fingers dig into my skin through the white fabric of my uniform and he noticeably doesn't want to make his reaction too obvious, just to fail miserably with how his jaw goes tense. "An even more precious face and probably the last one you see before dying, darling."

"You're so sweet!" I smile brightly, amused.

No response comes from the red-haired and we finally walk past the doors to inside the diner, where we come to meet the other three, who apparently were waiting anxiously for my arrival – how touching. I mean, I can only say that about Kobra and Ghoul, who is practically bouncing on his feet, because knowing what's going on in Jet Star's mind is quite difficult. I wonder the last time that guy has smiled. Nonetheless, it is good finally seeing their faces and not these weird masks.

"Oh, my Destroya, the whole gang is here to receive me!" I grin and clap my hands lightly. It amuses Ghoul and Kobra while Poison groans annoyed.

"Okay, so," Poison acts like if I said nothing, letting go of my arm while making a motion for Jet. "All we want is information. It is all we want and, if you are lucky, we will not be killing you." There's a clear superior air as he speaks to me, arms crossed and nose thrown in the air, but all I think of him is how much of an idiot he actually is.

"Wow." I raise my eyebrows, being dragged away by Jet Star until one of my hands is freed and the other ring of the handcuffs is instead attached to the handle of a refrigerator. "Good to know, after all, you've been so welcoming so far."

He gets the sarcasm and narrows his eyes. "You're a Scarecrow. You work for BLI. Why would we even lose time being kind with you?"

"What makes you think I'm just like the others, dear?" I look at him seriously, wanting to understand him more. "You don't even know me. What kind of killjoy are you? Know your enemy, Party Poison, know your enemy."

"You're from BLI and that's enough." It's all Poison says, voice holding no emotion. He walks away. I see I got in your nerves, pretty boy.

"Um, you'll be sleeping on the floor," Kobra speaks up, hesitant and observing me intently like if afraid or something. "If you want to go to the bathroom, eat or something, just ask one of us." And I don't answer, making a heavy and expectant silence fall in the room until I suddenly push myself forward with a hah.