(ON HOLD) Bit of carnage and a helluva time (helluva boss x male carnage reader)

Strike! PT 1

The two cops follow his lead but one of them drives into a dumpster and falls into it the lid closed trapping the imp.

Y/N: ♬This is ten percent luck-

Twenty percent skill-

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will-

Five percent pleasure-

Fifty percent pain-

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name.♬

Y/N enters a main road and sees a red light but speeds up instead of slowing down.

Y/N: ♬They call him Ryu he's sick and he's spitting fire and Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot found him in fort minor with tak. What a fucking nihilist porcupine he's a prick he's a cock. The type women want to be with and rappers hope he get shot.
Eight years in the making patiently waiting to blow now the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe.
He's got a partner in crime his shit is equally dope. You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat. ♬

Y/N speeds through the red light spooking a truck driver who flips his rig and the last cop couldn't stop his bike in time and crashes into the container that the truck was carrying.

Y/N: ♬ He's not your every day on the block. He knows how to work with what he's got making his way to the top.
He often gets a comment on his name
People keep asking him was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?
No he's livin' proof that he rockin' the booth. He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice. Him and his crew are known around as one of the best dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent.
Forget Mike nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time. Because he writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind. It's like a design is written in his head every time
before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme. And those motherfuckers he runs with the kids that he signed
ridiculous without even trying how do they do it?♬

♬ This is ten percent luck-

Twenty percent skill-

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will-

Five percent pleasure-

Fifty percent pain-

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name.

This is ten percent luck-

Twenty percent skill-

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will-

Five percent pleasure-

Fifty percent pain-

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Y/N tapped the steering wheel as the song came to an end. He then noticed a red flashing light coming from his dash and recognised it as the fuel icon. His ride was about to run out of fuel and needed a refuel asap.

Y/N: Ah shit my car's outta juice. No biggie just gotta find the nearest gas station refuel and hit the road.

Y/N looked out of his window and gazed at his surroundings he had driven into the more impoverished parts of the city. Messy roads dirty sidewalks shady alleys the whole shabang not a good place to break down. Y/N messed with his GPS and searched up the whereabouts of the nearest gas station but the signal had gone this place didn't even have wifi it was THAT run down.

Y/N: Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Carnage: What's up Y/N?

Y/N: We're about to breakdown in a nasty part of town with no wifi and no knowledge of our surroundings.