MCR Imagines And Oneshots

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It makes Kobra and Ghoul jump startled. While Kobra shoots me a glare, Ghoul actually starts laughing – he falls silent again with Jet slapping the back of his head and he pouts quite cutely at the taller one.

"I thank your kindness, Kobra, dear, at least you talk to me like if I was an actual person." I smile. "What I am, by the way."

"Eh... No problems, I guess," he says rather awkwardly and shares a look with Jet, nodding not so subtly towards the same door Poison disappeared past seconds ago before they do the same.

"What a shame, I was having so much fun," I sigh and lean back against the refrigerator. To be honest, I'm hating all of this because I'm tired of the metal digging into the skin of my wrist and it's clear this stupid place has no air conditioner like back in the headquarters and my clothes are already starting to cling to my skin. As if this wasn't enough, the dirt stains on the white clothes are clearly evident and I am one hundred percent sure the food isn't going to be that good either.

It all continues being so funny, after all. Everything is worth it.

"Hey," Ghoul's voice pulls me away from my thoughts and I turn to see him sitting down in front of me. He smiles.

"Hi, sweetie."

"Do you want to talk?" He crosses his legs, seeming a bit more excited and kinder than he should, but he's also not threatening at all. I wonder what's up with him. "The others are kinda stressed right now and they don't really have patience for talking with me in times like this."

"Of course," I agree, wanting to get to know more about him. "What do you want to talk about, dear?"

A red tone dusts Ghoul's cheeks as he presses his lips together, looking around the place in thought. "Uh, do you want to see my collection of random objects? I have a box full of nice shit I find around the desert! Let me go grab it!" He doesn't even wait for me to reply before he speeds out the room. I chuckle to myself in amusement.

Ghoul is quickly back from wherever he went, grinning as he sets before me what seems to be an old shoes box after sitting down. He opens it carefully like if there was gold or whatever inside it.

"Look at all these cool things!" Ghoul grins clapping his hands in excitement. "I found some of them in the market, like this wrapper of city candies!" He shows me a colorful wrapper of a cheap candy. "And I have this pin I stole from Cherri Cola! I hope he never notices I stole it, by the way."

"I may have something for you," I mutter, snatching his attention away from looking at the pin with concern like if the said Cherri Cola was right here asking it back. I dig my free hand in my pocket before handing him a stupid limited edition shiny Mousekat key charm I got earlier this day and Korse had told me to put it on my gun as a joke, but fuck him, anyways. It is nice seeing how Ghoul's mouth falls open as soon as his eyes land on the object and he reaches for it extremely carefully.

"You're really giving it to me?" He asks in disbelief. Maybe killjoys can be more peculiar than I thought.

"Of course," I shrug. I would say these are cheap and rather easy to get, but I don't want to see his amusement die.

Later, the other killjoys come back and they have food. At least they have the decency to give me some of it as well. Who am I trying to fool? It's because you can't get information from a dead body. Cool.

And there is no surprise I am left to sleep on the ground, just like Kobra had promised me. The cold and hard ground of the diner, right next to the refrigerators. That's really considerate, but it's not like if I was expecting any kindness from them, after all. I really wish this was over already. There's not really anything interesting in here, even with finally observing the killjoys properly.

Sleeping on the ground turns out to be easier than I had thought, but the desert is much colder than my warm bedroom back in the headquarters. Korse, I hate you for this idea. I hate you.

When I wake up in the morning, however, there's a blanket. I have no memory of someone putting it over me, but it's obvious it wasn't Poison, Jet or Kobra. My assumptions prove themselves true when, while the four eat their first meal of the day, Ghoul meets my gaze and offers me a smile.

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