READY OR NOT | RIMMY

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

To say that he had been sleeping soundly would be a fucking lie. He never even really slept all that well even when he was a human. He had always been jumpy when he finally did decide to get some sleep. He was probably lucky that his mask hid the bags underneath his eyes. He slept with a gun underneath his pillow and a knife right underneath his bed on the side that he was sleeping on. Certain noises would be quick to wake him up, and if there were too many ambient noises around him he would refuse to go to sleep entirely. He couldn't sleep without thinking that his life would be in danger in that damn house. As time went on, he slept a little bit better knowing that everyone in the house could hold their own. Well, except for maybe one but if the other was shot it would give them enough notice to wake everyone else up. However, he still had nightmares even back then, and it was nightmares about the last moments that he was in the organization. His gun pointed in his partner's direction while he was on the ground, just waiting to pull the trigger and get rid of a loose end. the other didn't want to leave with him and believed that the organization was just fine. Eventually, he shot right next to his partner's head, watching as he cupped his hands over his ear near where the bullet landed. What gave him the nightmare was the look at his best friend gave him. The look of nothing but hate and betrayal. He didn't have a choice. He had to take down the organization and he didn't want anything to happen to him so he left him out of it. Maybe if he had let the other know from the very beginning it would have turned out definitely. But, there was a chance that the other's loyalties would lie with the organization. He had been warned not to trust anyone, but not to trust the guy he had been working with for 6 years? It crushed him, and he still never forgave himself for what he did to the other.

Did he become a criminal because he didn't have any other routes to take? He wasn't sure, and he couldn't exactly ask unless he wanted to reveal who he was. Either way, fate thought it would seem to be funny to continue to have nightmares from when he was a human play inside of his head when he tried to sleep. He didn't just dream of Rimmy dying, but instead, he dreamed of everyone in that building burning to death while he was outside trying to figure out what he could do to save their lives. Rimmy just happened to be the only one of the crewmembers that he actually saw killed in front of him instead of visually seeing the rest of them die. He guessed that he should be lucky that he was far enough away not to hear the other's blood splatter across his own car. But he already knew what those sounds sounded like from his own experience of mowing people down in front of their own vehicles. Vagabond's eyes didn't look to see as the liquor bottle fell from the other's tail. It wasn't visible thanks to the mask that he wore on his face, but his jaw was slightly slack in shock. Part of him was excited to see his best friend again, albeit he would prefer it to be in better circumstances than the one they were currently in. They had died. He was certain of that now if he was seeing Rimmy here. The muscles around his shoulders seemed to twitch, and his twin tails behind him twitched with uncertainty and slight confusion. Vagabond was great when it came to trying to shove his emotions away and hide them, the mask certainly helped. He noticed the expression that the other had on his face, as far as they knew, the rest of their family was dead. Unless they were all transported to this world at least. "I feel like its fucking groundhog day over and over again." The Hellhound would say with a huff as he craned his neck to the side until he heard his neck popped.

He said that in response to what the other said about them coming out of the same hole. He felt as if he was reliving the nightmares over and over again. "I guess you can say we're lucky we ended up in the same place." Vagabond would say with the utmost sarcasm. This wasn't luck. He hated what he was and would much rather be a human. Could they even return where they came from? The last thing he wanted to do was do some kind of weird-ass ritual in a place like this. The Hellhound began to move when there was silence between them, sitting to the right of Rimmy, and leaving plenty of space between them. Vagabond couldn't help but roll his eyes at the mention of the alcohol being ruined. "If this world has alcohol we could probably steal it from someplace. Especially if there are other places like this." It seemed almost regular to say something like that. Instead of trying to get the object by normal means, stealing it made more sense to him. Vagabond didn't say that he could really use a drink right now. He was fucking exhausted and he was trying not to show it, although his head was slightly lower than usual. But could one figure that out now that he was just a canine? He didn't know. Vagabond noticed the way the other's expression seemed to change several times over the quick conversation. The Hellhound wasn't that great when it tried to get others to talk about their emotions, as his methods of feeling better could be considered a bit brutal. Then the other began to describe his wings, and he was slightly impressed that the other had managed to fly here.

A shit eating smirk was slightly hidden by his mask, but could probably be inferred with the way his stark blue eyes curled slightly. "So what are you supposed to me? You look like some sort...... I don't know. Dog chicken?" Vagabond joked toward the other as he gestured him with one of his massive black paws. He was just fucking with him, as he usually did with those that interacted with. It was either threats or teasing nothing much in between. "Glad to see that your height carried over to this strange ass world." He knew the other had a temper when it came to his height, but he was never against pressing the other's button. Hell, the first time that he had met the other in the organization, he had made fun of his height simply on observation on instinct. Despite how calm and collected Vagabond was, he was mostly freaking out. His entire body was tense in a stressful manner. The ears on top of his skull constantly swiveling as if to check if there was something behind him. At his question, Vagabond seemed to walk a couple of minutes before answering. "Hell if I know. I just kept walking until I could find something I could talk with." The Hellhound said in a frustrated manner, his voice shaking slightly as he did speak. Now that he was in this world, he had plenty of time to think about the things that he had done. Most of which were regrets to a certain degree. Vagabond knew that both of them weren't doing well. He could tell just looking at Rimmy's face. Did he know of any way to get better? He had a couple methods in mind but he didn't even know if they worked. The former human was just going to do what he had been doing from the beginning. To live. To live out of spite of others. To live to experience the world. He continued to live.

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