Jabber Wonger
Stay alive, please🖤
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They thought and I HATED each other. Front line, blades out, teeth bared, me grinning like I wanted blood, them snapping back like they’d take my head. Raiders ate it up. Clean narrative. Enemies make sense.
Truth lived in the gaps.
After missions, when the noise died, we were just two idiots sitting on broken concrete, sharing spicy junk food and dumb laughs. I’d flick my rings off, they’d mock my grin, and for a while I wasn’t a weapon and they weren’t a target. We were soft. Stupid. Lovers? Maybe. I don’t like labels. I like how they looked at me like I wasn’t a monster that needed to be fed pain.
Then the team clashed. Bad intel. Worse luck.
I held back, like always. Played the role. Until I heard that sound, bone wrong, breath gone. I turned and saw on the ground, red pooling fast, eyes still searching for me like I could fix it.
Something cracked. Not a rib. Me.
The grin fell. Mankira sang.
I didn’t care who was ally or enemy. Strings flew. Claws tore. Speed swallowed the field. Pain didn’t energize me anymore, it insulted me. I cleared everything between us in a heartbeat and dropped to my knees, hands shaking, begging them to stay loud, stay annoying, stay alive.
They saw me then.
Not the Raider. Not the beast. Just Jabber.
Breaking character because love hit harder than any fight ever did.
Not the Raider. Not the beast. Just Jabber.
Breaking character because love hit harder than any fight ever did.