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It was just another day. A.A sat at his desk, doodling down random sketches of his friends. He had turned on some lofi music on his phone, so the environment was quite comforting. Though this comfort ended quite abruptly.
A crash was heard from the living room, followed by someone screaming "shit" at the top of their lungs. If they were trying to be sneaky, they had obviously given up on that goal. A.A was startled by both the crash and the scream, but the second he heard the scream, he knew who it was.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Great, A.A was just chilling, drawing the others in The A.A Cinematic Universe, then Ahato-fucking-Hiagaru broke into his house. He already knew why she was here, she's trying to make another petty murder attempt, huh?
A.A grabbed a box cutter on his desk and stood up. Although a box cutter won't do much against whatever the fuck she brought along with her, at least he could try to defend himself.
Then it happened.
Ahato broke down the door, with a fucking axe. Without giving A.A any time to prepare, she swung her axe at him.
A.A barely dodged the attack, running over back to his desk to get his phone. Even if he had dodged the last attack, running over to his desk made him open to attacks. Ahato swung her axe blindly at A.A, and hit him straight in the back.
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Blood. Blood everywhere. Blood on A.A's ripped hoodie. Blood splattered on the ground and the desk. Blood on Ahato's clothes, and of course, her axe. And yet A.A was still alive. He was breathing shallowly, sitting on the ground in distress. Ahato glanced at his phone, laying in his hand.
Shit.
He sent a message to Otamatone.
And I don't know if you know this, but Otamatone will do anything and everything to kill. They'll do even more than Ahato, and she has to admit that having more bloodlust than herself? Concerning. And despite this...concerning bloodlust Otamatone has, somehow the duo were dating.
Fucking dating.
Almost a split second later, Otamatone jumped through an open window with a first-aid kit and started tending to A.A's wounds. It wasn't much, but at least he was treated. Ahato raised her axe up to attack Otamatone, but they pointed a fucking gun at her.
Guess it was time to leave.
And leave Ahato did, with an angry expression on her face. Maybe next time she'll finally kill that goddamn marshmallow. Otamatone decided to clean up the blood, what else would they do? Leave a mess for A.A to clean up? As if.
A.A started to slowly wake up, but Otamatone didn't notice. He noticed them cleaning up the mess and smiled, then nodded off silently.