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Zanka is drunk. Incredibly drunk.
And somehow, he ends up at the front door of his greatest foil who was questionably way too happy at the thought of taking him in.. He'd ask why but he was the one that came stumbling by the damned house.
But really.. This wasn't how Zanka planned everything to go.
He, at first, had only decided to tag along with Enjin who was going on a little town tour with Rudo. Now, because he was cursed with the worst luck ever, they had to come across Gris and a few other supporters.
Why is it bad luck for Zanka?
Why would it be 'good luck' when the one place he'd predicted that they'd wind up at was a bar?
And he was right.
You might ask yourself, Isn't Enjin being way too thoughtless bringing two minors to a bar? Yes. He is. Does he or anybody else care? No. Not really. Though, maybe If it were anyone from Team child they would've cared.
Rudo, being the slippery brat he is, slipped out after their attention on him decreased. Wherever he might've gone? Zanka has no clue.
Zanka himself wasn't so fortunate (when has he ever been?) with Enjin watching over him like a dad trying not to lose sight of their baby. Though his chest fluttered at the thought of being important to Enjin, right now, he really wished for nothing more than to get out of this filthy place.
But he doesn't want to disappoint Enjin.
Same reason he begrudgingly accepted a shot of alcohol. And accepted a second, then a third... then a seventh...
...
Why did he even keep drinking this crap? All Zanka knows is Enjin, Gris, and the others suddenly.. Disappeared? Did they ditch him? He went to check outside but they were there neither.
His drunken mind fails to register Enjin's truck just a few feet away from him and his group leaving the bar bathroom like a group of thugs up to no good. Not too far from the truth, honestly.
And so Zanka starts walking off with a heavy heart, thinking he was abandoned because of his not-so-high-tolerance. Zanka could almost cry. But he wouldn't. Even as his brain slowly became clouded and he just began walking wherever his mindless feet took him.
He ends up infront of Jabbers house. Or whatever you called the dump of a home infront of him.
Zanka should've known he would have been knocked out the moment he entered and wake up—still drunk off his mind—tied to a chair in Jabber's kitchen, as his (Jabbers) vital instrument threatens to prick his skin as its cupping his cheek with the claws of his thumb also rubbing said cheek mockingly.
Its ticklish.
A silent groan accompanied by a tiny sigh leaves Zanka's lips as he stirs from his most uncomfortable sleep yet with an aching sore body.
Jabber giggles. "Ooooohh, ain't that an expression? i didn't know ya had such a cute side to you."
"You finally sobber?"
"Mhh? Why am i..tied up? Is that you, Enjin?"
"Sure! Who else would i be?"
A burp escapes Zanka.
"My cheek feels.. weird."
"Oh? It does?"
"Maybe.. There's a worm inside... Like ah.. Ya know.. Like the same ones in people's tummy."
"Why don't we cut it open and see?"
"N..No.. don't cut ittt, are ya crazy—"
"Boringgg! Dont care!"
Blood drips down Zanka's chin as a decent sized cut was made on his cheek. Not deep enough to leave a scar, thankfully.
"There.." Jabber sighs. "Now you can get high on my toxins too."
Zanka slumps with a whimper. "You're not.. Enjin, are you? "
His head is tilted up by Mankira.
"Not even close."
Jabber's leans closer and his expression becomes a frown. "Who even gave you this shit? Your breath fucking stinks!"
...
Next thing Zanka knew, he was being forced to gargle by the sink—still tied up, his chair was just pushed closer.
En..kkkk.. Enough!" Zankas eyes were red and he's began coughing. At least maybe he might be regaining some semblance of control over himself through this?
"I'm trying to get rid of the stink."
A few more times of having water invade his mouth, chin roughly shaken by Jabber to make him "gargle", and him being made to spit out the water (he might've swallowed some of it) and Zanka was finally left alone.
Head hanging over the sink.
Yeah.. The owner of the house was definitely not Enjin.
Zanka was so stupid.
His mind was nowhere to be found and he's on the verge of overdose. Oh.. Maybe not really? Nevertheless, that's what Zanka feels like. The alcohol still in his system did not help either.
"Ah?" Zanka blinked once. Then twice. He feels less restricted now.
The ropes around him were cut off as he's suddenly tossed over someones shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Jabber giggles before skipping over to the living room.
Jabber throws Zanka on his floor. Without a care if it ends up injuring or bruising the boy.
He lays down beside him.
Their hands suddenly intertwine and Zanka finds the strength in himself to turn his head towards Jabber... Just to be poked on the nose as Jabber starts speaking again
"... Glad.. Here.." Is all his ear caught.
"I was having a prettyyyyy bad day until you came groveling at my door like a damn dog with filth in its fur as if it got beat up by a buncha kids on the street." Pretty sure that's NOT what happened, but sure thing, Jabber!
Giggles. Cackles. Scoffs.
That's all the rest of the shit Zanka understood from the strange, psycho man whose doorstep he ended up on before finally passing out.
...
When Zanka woke up, he was in the middle of nowhere. Not a no man's land, but a definitely deserted land.
His neck hurt as if something had been injected in it. Did that fucker inject something in him? If so, why does his head feel awfully clear? Not even a tiny bit of a hangover..
That's.. More concerning than relieving.
What the hell was put in his system?
The guy's not here, though. Zanka can't ask him, obviously, so all he could do is sit up and shamefully contact the cleaners to come get him.
When they arrive, He's asked millions of questions. Duh. But he evades them as much as he could
All he really wants is to return to the base.
Zanka's eyes close and the fatigue catches up the moment his butt touched the leather seat and the vehicle door slams shut. His head falls and rests on the window of the truck, tired. Insanely, awfully, unbelievably, unsurprisingly tired, and very much pissed.
He doesnt feel the intense gaze stalking the vehicle somewhere in that deserted land. No one did. Except for a certain red headed girl. Her dull green eyes made eye contact with purple ones
But she says nothing, only simply scooting closer to Zanka protectively as if all had already made sense in her head