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Character appearance and bio:
Rex: Rex is a hotheaded hellhound with gray fur, a white tuft of hair that falls over his snout and down the back of his head, slightly above his neck. His tail is big and fluffy, black and a white stripe. He wears a black hoodie with loose bluejeans, two scars are seen on his chest and one on his right hand. His main weapon of choice is a knife but guns come in close second. He stands at 6 '8 and 201lbs. Age:25.
Six:Six is an incredibly self centered individual and very rude to everyone. He has short bright blonde hair with a part shaved off, brown skin with a light Mexican accent. Dark black jacket with red lining, a torn up pair of blue jeans. He has a robotic arm on his left that can split in two like general grievous from star wars. He stands at 6 '1 and 157lbs. Age: 22.
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Rex was tasked by Fives to kill his crazy ex.
Rex thought he was going to make Six’s death slow and painful as he used the grimoire to go to the overworld, appearing in Riviera labs. Six was standing above Rex at the top of the stairs. Rex looked up, trying to orient himself after using the grimoire.
“Where is this bitch..?” Rex murmured as he looked around before spotting Six.
“Oi! You Six?” Rex yells out. Six pauses, turning around to see this wolf-dog like creature, not knowing what a hellhound is. His metallic arm whirs to life faintly, the plates on his arm shifting.
“Depends who's askin’ dog. Got a name or just a death wish?” Six spit out with hate. Rex put his hand in his pocket, claw on his loaded gun, turning the safety off.
“Not important, what is important is that I’m here to kill you.” Rex growls, not appreciating the ‘dog’ comment. Rex draws the knife from his back pocket, he’ll take it slow at first. Six laughs mockingly as his robotic arm splits in two.
“You? Kill me? Hilarious." Six’s blades gleam and glow red.
“I’ve scrapped tougher things than a mutt for standing in my way. Come on then, let’s see how hard you fail.!” Rex grits his sharp teeth growling.
“Fuck, Fives wasn’t lyin’ what a cocky piece of shit.” Six’s smirk falls, before returning way cockier.
“So Fives sent you? That fucking coward couldn’t even face me himself, had to send a dirty mutt to do his dirty work?” Six walks down the stairs, getting closer.
Rex laughs “Listen bud. I've fought demon royalty. You’re practically a piss puddle in a pub I’ve visited once.” Rex took his hand out of his pocket and jabbed his finger against Six’s chest. “You’re something made to be walked over.” Rex smirks.
“..I’ll smear you all over the walls, Fives won’t be able to recognize your pathetic ass!” Six spits out, raising his robotic arm, his hands in fists.
“That a threat or a promise?” Rex winks. Oh that pissed Six off more, Six slashed at Rex with his blades, just grazing Rex slightly, taking a small chunk of hair off Rex’s right cheek, Rex quickly backs up only for Six to shove Rex down on the ground and for Rex’s knife to go flying out of his hand.
“You’re just a mangy pathetic mutt!” Six hops on top of Rex, sitting on his hips, feeling the gun in his pocket. Six shoves Rex’s face against the hard cold stone floor before reaching into his pocket, pulling out the gun and tossing it in the opposite way the knife landed.
“Kinky” Rex grunts out. Six grimaces, pressing one of his blades to Rex’s chest.
“So what did Fives pay you? I could double it and I wouldn't have to kill such a stupid mutt like yourself. What do you say?” Six presses the blade slightly, it cleanly rips a hole in the hoodie, Six moves his hips slightly to get a better hold of Rex.
“Hah! Funny. you think he paid me, nah. Him an’ I just that close boarder hopper-” Six shoves his blade more, piercing Rex’s skin.
“Ack hah-”
“What are you, sleeping with em?! Tell me you mangy mutt!” Rex smirks.
“What, getting cranky general deport-ious?” Six plunges the edge deeper, earning a groan from Rex. Six moves his hips again, he withdraws his blade, smearing the blood on his blade on rex’s snout.
“Gah-” Rex’s snout moves as if he needed to itch his nose but couldn’t.
“You know what, fuck it. I think I'm going for another form of revenge...” Six smiles mischievously before full on kissing da dawg.
(They fuck, consentuallly of course, there is no way i’m writing that)
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Six stops halfway through, Rex panting and whining underneath Six. Six reaches into rex’s hoodie that lays on the floor, pulling out Rex’s phone, finding Fives’s number before smirking and sending a photo of Rex’s back, covered in bite marks. He types out “I’m fucking the dog” Before sending it.
Fives opens his phone to check up on how Rex’s job is going. He drops the phone on the hotel lobby floor.
“..WHAT?! HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO FUCK THE DOG!”