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Your sitting on your stomach, your sniper trained on the target. You fire.
"Headshot!", the game yells at you. By this point you've attracted a lot of people. After letting out a sigh, you begin to blush and walk away. Not even bothering to collect your prize.
You've always loved being alone. Even when you went to college, you had requested a room by yourself and refused any requests to let someone bunk with you.
You walk out of the mall and to your motorcycle. It had a sleek black finish with a red seat and handles. You fell in love the moment you laid eyes on it. You get on and put your helmet on your head before someone finally grabs your shoulder. You freeze and look back.
A skeleton in a blue suit and hat stands behind you. A lazy grin on his face.
"How may I help you sir?", you ask, your voice muffled by your helmet. He lets go of your shoulder and comes around to stand beside you. He holds out his hand.
"'names sans. sans the skeleton.", you take his hand and nod at him.
"Xiomara. Call me Xio.", he begins to fish something from his suit pocket. He makes a 'Aha!' noise and hands you a...business card? You look up at him questioningly.
"I saw your shooting skills back there and was wondering if you wanted a job with us. Good pay.", you put your hand on your chin and do a thinking pose. He chuckles.
"I'll think about it. I'll call you when I have an answer. Goodbye now!", you put the key in the ignition and drive off. Not aware of the 'let's hope with good news' from the skeleton behind you.
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You arrive at your apartment building and walk over to your gun collection. You grab your pistol and begin to clean it. You can't help but think about that skeleton and the business card. That smile might've been lazy to the common eye, but to people who are really looking. That smile hides something much deeper and darker than some people can even begin to imagine.
Before you know it you've taken the gun apart, cleaned it, and put it back together in record time. You get up and head into your room. You flop onto the bed and stare at the business card.
You know what this is, your not stupid. It's for the mob called Ruined Delta, a monster and human runned gang with a history of illegal imports and outports along with a few murders of enemy gangs. You grab your phone and type in the number, then you put it up to your ear and listen to it ring.
After about 5 rings a voice is heard on the other side.
"This is W.D. Gaster speaking. How may I help you this fine evening?", you may not have been in a gang before but you've dealt with illegal stuff and know what to do.
"Do you know if this line is being tapped, Mr. Gaster?", silence from the other end, then you hear curtains close.
"We're not being tapped or watched. Who is this?"
"Call me Xio. Your subordinate Sans gave me this number and I would like to join the Ruined Delta.", you state simply.
"Yes I've heard about you and what you can do. Come over here at 11 tomorrow morning and prepare to be tested on what you can do.", you give a grunt as a yes and hang up. You don't bother to change or shower before you start drifting off to sleep.