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Ozzy was sitting at a bar, alone, on a Tuesday. It was the direst bar I. All of hector, if he was honest. He didn’t really want to be there but what else was there to do? Drix was off on a date with Maria, and he didn’t really have any other friends besides them. He was a bit off putting apparently. His ability To stretch setting him apart from the others who already had friends within the HPD force. He almost wished Thrax would have survived, so that he could come here, and he could be a hero again. Almost being the key word, no Ozzy truly cared for hector, and didn’t want him to go through anything like,e what frank had when Thrax had infected him. The truth was simply that Ozzy didn’t fit it, his inability to control his own emotions, shit up, or even just stop acting like a child was what really set him apart. He ordered his second bit of alcohol for the night, which had been extracted from some mouthwash that hector had accidentally drank several times. Ozzy was beginning to think that it wasn’t an accident at this point, but the stuff was cheep and got the job done. He was only tipsy at this point, but Ozzy’s thoughts did what they did best, wander
‘I’m probably the dumbest cop in all of hector, that’s all I’m really ever gonna be, especially in this body. Hector is way better at taking care of himself than frank ever was. I’m probably almost comparable to a virus with the amount of stupid stuff I do’
Ozzy was begging to spiral, so he finished off his second bit of alcohol. Just then, the door to the bar opened but he payed it little mind, until someone took up the seat next to him. They were tall, with broad shoulders and wore way too many layers, which included a hood and a thick scarf covering right up until their eyes, one of which seemed to be blind, covered by thick white scar lines.
“Jones, before you freak out, I’m registered as a vaccine in hector.” That voice, almost as if Ozzy’s earlier thoughts had summoned him, it was Thrax! His first immediate reaction was to reach for his gun, which he’d thankfully left at home, as he processed what the virus had said. A vaccine. That ment he would probably be staying here. Ozzy was almost glad, the familiar face bringing him some small relief.
“Ohhhhhhhhh HeY mAn, wh- pthffffft what have you been up to?” Ozzy slurred
“Jesus jones, you drunk as fuck.” The virus stated, ordering himself an alcohol.
“No I’m not,” he protested In return, poking the blob in the arm. Thrax hissed a little, the tender, scared skin below protesting at the contact.
“Are you alone here jones? Fuckkkkkk I’m gonna have to bribe you some where to sleep so that you don’t fucking kill yourself trying to get home aren’t I?” Thrax looked down at the cell, now leaning onto the bar, his hand pushing into his cheek, with an almost disturbing look in his eyes.
“Yeah. That’s probably smart.” Ozzy was suddenly way to sober to talk right now, and finished his 3rd beer of the night.
“Alright. We’re taking your car.” Thrax hauled him up, taking him outside and pushing him into his own car, and talking the keys that Ozzy handed him reluctantly. Thrax had to pull down his scarf to drive, revealing more splotchy, textured, scared skin covering 2/3rds of his face.
“I’m not technically supposed to drive, what with the eye and all, but it’s not to hard.” Thrax looked over to find Ozzy staring at him
‘He thinks I’m the ugliest fucking thing he’s ever seen in his life. Well it’s his fucking fault.’ Thrax thought bitterly
“I told the HPD that we knew each other, and as a part of my probation, I’ve gotta stay with someone. They thought because we already know each other, they would saddle bag you with me.” Thrax explained simply.
“Alright. Can I ask you some questions?”
“Sure.”
“How did you even survive? I mean I saw you fall into the, what the fucking word?” Ozzy’s drunken brain was trying hard, but he hit a bit of a road block with the word isopropyl.
“None of your fucking business jones. All you need to know now, is that I made it out ugly. And it’s your fucking fault.”
“Sorry. That’s not good enough but whatever. YOURE the one who tried to kill frank!”Ozzy retorted, his voice cracking a bit at the end
“Yeah. I did what I was born and god damn bred for, WHAT I WAS FUCKING RAISED TO DO! I’m sooooo sorry that that’s a mystery to you!” Thrax yelled back, “I SAID I WOULD TRY TO BE BETTER HERE, so I’m sorry, but you don’t get to just brush it off” his voice got quiet at the end, the kind that made Ozzy nervous and so he shrunk a little in his seat, trying to pull away from the other and protect himself.
“You take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch. We can talk more when I’m not drunk off of my ass.” Ozzy said, a little bit of fear creeping into his voice as he spoke. They arrived at Ozzy’s apartment, and he collapsed onto his couch, letting Thrax close the door and go to bed. He drifted off, feeling even shittier than he had after hitting a nerve for the first time on the job. His last thought before finally letting sleep take him was
‘I don’t deserve to be forgiven, I really fucked up this time. There’s no way I make it out of this arrangement alive’