What the FUCK | 2bdamned x d2ke

WHAT THE FUCK

Warning: cursing, body horror, blood & gore

"Fall back!"

D2ke turned his head to his partner then glanced over to the Mag that popped out from the ground.

He gripped on his bonesaw tightly as he struggle himself out of the retainer's hands. Fortunately, they were shot down by 2bdamned. D2ke elbowed the corpse and quickly made his way toward his friend.

"There's too many. We can't defend ourselves with just a saw and a rifle", 2bdamned grabbed his hand and dragged themselves away from the group of enemies.
"Just so you know, it's a bonesaw", D2ke huffed.

They got further. And further. Until they felt like it's safe to stop and check their radio.

"God fucking damn it", d2ke muttered as he clutched his side. He moved his hand away to check.

He's bleeding.

"They got me", he hissed under his breath.

2bdamned sighed. "I told you to be careful, moron", he helped d2ke to sit down. D2ke rolled his eyes at him.

It's not like he didn't listen to him. The asshole got him when he was struggling to keep up.

He shakily took off his coat and shirt, then threw them at 2bdamned. The man wasn't exactly happy with that. "You dick", he murmured. D2ke chuckled at his reaction.

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"You need me to cut you open?", he asked as he furrowed his brows together.

"Yes. Perform a surgery on me. I feel like it's more than just the outside", D2ke replied.

2bdamned was going to say a remark about it, though he shut his mouth instead.
"I trust you on this one", D2ke smiled and laid his hand on the man's arm. 

"You're a pain in the ass".

The doctor laughed. "I know", this time, he grinned at him.

2bdamned tries to ignore the flutter in his heart. As well as wanting to just hit his friend in the head.

He set D2ke's bag on the ground and picked up the syringe. As his other hand reached for the anesthetic, D2ke stopped him.

"We don't need that".

2bdamned shot him a confused look. "Are you sure about this? It's going to be really painful", he asked.

"Who's really the doctor here, darling?", D2ke gave him a blank stare.

Right, he isn't a real doctor. D2ke is.

"You lost your medical license though", he remarked.

"Still", D2ke shrugged.

2bdamned looked down to D2ke's scars as he switched the syringe to scalpel. He gently laid his empty hand on the man's chest.

He tries not to look too interested with the scars. He doesn't want D2ke to get cocky.

Without wasting any time, he pushed the sharp tool into the doctor's chest and start working.

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"This is why you shouldn't do experiments on yourself", 2bdamned said as he glared down to D2ke's insides.

It's fucked up. Bad. Really really bad.

"Oh please, this isn't as bad as my patients", D2ke laughed, making it a struggle for his 'doctor' to focus.

"Just shut up. I don't need you dying just because a Retainer stabbed you", 2bdamned murmured deeply. He really doesn't want his work partner to die right now. Even though he probably can bring him back to life with the drive.

"Aw..you care about me?"

"Shut up".

He felt his face burnt at the comment. God, D2ke is suck a pain in the ass.

D2ke laughed once again, a bit louder this time. His insides moved rhythmically with his laughter. It looked disgusting but 2bdamned got used to it.

"You're really funny, Doc", he grinned.

2bdamned decided to ignore him and take a look at his ribs. Around 2 are broken. They stabbed his lungs a bit. How the fuck is this bitch still alive?

Wait a fucking minute, is that metal?

"D2ke what the fuck happened to your heart?", 2bdamned glanced at him, expecting an explanation.

"That is my heart! I just upgraded into something more.. how do I say this? Ah yes, increasing the rate of surviving!", he replied as he make jazz hands to his partner.

2bdamned blankly stare at him. God, who gave birth to this psychopath?  Why did he ever agree working with him again?

He pondered his choices.
That's probably a reason why they had a random fucking heart on the table.

"Hello? Purgatory to 2bdamned?"

He snapped out of his trance. D2ke looked at him with concern swirling in his eyes.

"Sorry, I was thinking", he muttered.
His friend brushed it off as nothing.

As he was about to focus back on fixing his injured colleague, he couldn't help but get distracted by the most ridiculous fucking thing.

"Just- what the fuck is this bird doing in your body?", 2bdamned asked as he pulled the corpse out of his ribs. It covered in D2ke's blue blood.

Not surprised about the blood color but holy fucking shit. How the fuck did this thing got into his skinny ass body?

"Oh, that's where my old scalpel went", said D2ke as he poke the tool with his finger. Mind you, he's not even wearing gloves.

"What the fuck is wrong with you", 2bdamned asked his own sanity at this point.

"A lot, honey", D2ke shot him finger guns.

The man groaned at his remark. God, this is going to take a long time.