Chapter 9: [ CHAPTER VIII (8) ]
[ Chapter VIII (8): "SEASONED ASSASSIN VS. DUMB AND DUMBER" ]
[ "Whoah, whoah, whoa-whoah!" ] Timothy instinctively backed away from the person who suddenly manhandled him, who he can see in the mirror.
Someone who is dark-skinned, has yellow piercing eyes like a hawk, has wings like one even- dressed like she's some kind of Black Widow or something close to that, in all black with a little bit of white.
[ "Can't we have dinner first before all of this, you know, get to first base first before se-!" ] He jokingly said, but was cut off when he got dragged to an unoccupied stall.
[ "Shut up...!" ]
His head hitting the wall behind him, as the stall doors get closed by the sultry bird-lady standing ontop of him. Her entering before closing it after all.
He instinctively gulped the saliva stuck on his throat, as he watched wide-eyed the lady reach for her waist- probably to unzip her tight body suit. Which scared Timothy.
[ "I-I God- I don't think I'm ready." ] Instantly thinking of lewd thoughts as he covered his eyes using both hands, which he then made a small gap of. To peek.
[ "What are yo-" ] For a moment she paused, eyes blinking, before then realizing what he meant. Cheeks turning red in anger, as she then stomped her shoe on the wall deathly near Timothy's head.
[ "No, I'm not here for that you horndog!" ] She exclaimed, which made Timothy both sigh in relief and slightly frown- as if he just lost his chance to... have fun.
[ "Oh..." ] He said, before then glaring at her in annoyance, as he rubs the back of his head. [ "Then why are you here then?" ]
[ "You want money? I add millions of that, here look." ] He added, about to pull wads of cash from his pockets. Which was then instantly pinned by a dagger into the toilet, hit squarely in the middle, piercing through.
[ "What in the...?" ] Timoty eyed the dagger which is immiting a faint black smoke, then at the side of his palm which was leaking blood- glazed by the dagger.
And when he finally realized what's happening, he panicked, backing away from the hot dark-skinned bird lady. [ "Holy shit! I'm gonna die!" ]
[ "Exactly," ] She gave a smirk, before then materializing another dagger from out of nowhere, placing in under Timothy's throat, near his adam's apple.
[ "Now tell me, where is Colm?! Where is he!? Where is the love of my life?!?" ]
Genuinely terrified for his life, he kept backing away from the dagger, which kept inching ever the closer to his throat. [ "I-I don't know who the fuck that is, lady!" ]
[ "Punch-Up." ] She clarified.
[ "Oh, that irish leprechaun." ] He absentmindedly said, which made the other throw a dagger near his ear- nearly chipping it and making him a badass in thrn.
[ "Tell me where Punch-Up is, lest you want your throat slit." ] The bird-lady threaten him, so he did what was asked of him, and instantly submitted.
[ "Okay-okay, I know where he is." ] He doesn't know if he'll get killed if he spoke or not, so he made subtle preparations; touching the stall wall as he activates his powers, a small circle steadily forming.
[ "Just-just don't hurt me, okay. I-I'll tell you everything, even my social security number if you want." ]
He deliberately stalled for time, as the soul he is calling usually takes time to respond- and is the only contract he knows that can fix this mess, and get him out alive.
[ "Quit stalling!" ] The bird-lady said, in a threatening tone, before then materializing another dagger. Leaking blood from Timothy's cheeks.
Timothy on the other hand didn't have his trusty cane, thus the ability to bash heads with it. As he dropped it in the hallway when he got dragged, so he reluctantly gritted his teeth as he prepares for an answer.
[ "Okay-okay, shit. Fine!" ]
He really doesn't care about Punch-Up, so he was ready to tell the bird-lady everything he knows related to him. Even about the tracking device.
He did, for a second, but then felt something hit him in his conscience. A sign that someone answered his contract. This varies from soul-to-soul, but with the one he called, it was a loud heartbeat.
[ "Tell me more about this... tracker. Where will I be able to re-" ] The bird-lady demanded, but paused when she noticed Timothy being silent.
[ "Hey, speak up will ya." ]
[ "I'm so-so-sorry about this." ]
[ "What are you on about, nerd?" ]
About to struck his leg with a dagger, a consequence of whatever he is saying. The bird-lady realized he couldn't, with something then stopping her wrist from moving.
[ "You have got to be kidding me." ] When she looked down at it, she quickly noticed a greyish brute-like hand coming from the stall wall, on her right, his left.
One which has patchwork here and there, seemingly sewn together to be made whole, akin to that of Frankenstein's Monster.
And yes, that is actually Frankenstein's Monster, the real deal. Someone who Timothy made a contract with one day, when he was drunk out partying, with little to no recollection on exactly how. But the great thing is that, he has him.
[ "Fuckin' wreck em' Frankie!" ]
[ "Shit!" ]
Perhaps sensing that things aren't going her way, the bird-lady materialized another dagger using her other hand.
[ "Nuh huh, you can't~" ]
Something she wasn't able to throw, as instead she was the one who got thrown back, breaking the stall door behind her with a loud, nasty, sickening crunch.
And finally, Timothy could breath a sigh of relief, as slowly bit-by-bit, Frankie (the Frankenstein's Monster, who's name supposed to be Monster, but he felt it's wrong calling him Monster. So he called him Frankie instead) came out the portal, widening the small thing as he does.
[ "Frankie, defend me!" ] He yelled out in command, which Frankie did, using his small head to block the incoming onslaught of newly formed daggers from the bird-lady.
[ "What the fuck is that thing...!" ]
[ "Lol, you can't hurt Frankie. He can't feel any pain, he doesn't have that programmed into his being." ]
After hundreds of daggers later, the bird-lady realized that what he was saying is true. So with a, "tsch" she then started using her wings and try to fly away. [ "Fuck this." ]
[ "Frankie, catch her!" ]
With a groan, the towering gray brute did what he was told, as he then grabbed the stall door on the ground and threw it at the bird-lady who's trying to get out through the bathroom's door.
Which connected, as she then hit the floor below with a thud, wings broken due to the sheer brutal impact in which the blue stall door was thrown.
[ "Hah hah, great job bro!" ]
[ GROAN ]
[ "Yeah, I'll give you some prize later. Chocolate, right?" ] He can't speak zombie, but he does understand what the deep gutteral groaning meant.
As Frankie is apparently a big chocolate lover, bordering on being chocoholic even- a funny thing, something he found out when he disobeyed him and ransacked a nearby chocolate store. Scaring costumers.
The fear on the shopkeepers face was priceless, especially when Frankie ate the giant chocholate statue of their shop's original founder- Wonkie something. Supposedly, it was historical, priceless even...
Yeah, no, to Timothy $500,000 wasn't priceless. It was merely a tiny figment of his monthly income, so he easily payed and leverage the fact that his contract loves chocolate over his favor.
[ "Oh no-oh no, wait! Don't just stand there, grab her! Grab her!" ] He noticed the bird-lady ready to make a run, so he commanded his ally to restrain her.
Spoiler alert, the reason why Frankie isn't called as much as the other summons is that. He isn't fast, and he's an idiot who doesn't have critical thinking, needing to be told what to do.
Dumber than even Timothy, as he then landed face first trying to catch the bird-lady assassin, or whatever she may be, to no avail. Really, as she just sprinted out the door with ease.
[ "S-shit!" ]
He walked pass the lying giant, as he then peeked his head out through the door, looking out trying to spot the sexy bird-lady.
In which he did, running, before then pushing the mopping Waterboy to the side with her arm- like a rugby player.
[ "Out of my way, loser!" ]
[ "Oh-oh. Sorry!" ]
[ "Fuhhhck" ]
Timothy on the other hand felt annoyed and was ready to give chase, in which he was about to. But paused when the bird-lady turned to the left, and was shot with a beam of yellow light.
Which sent her back flying, hitting Waterboy's bucket of water, causing water to splash about everywhere.
He knows exactly who that ray of sunshine came from, as he had seen that used to the point of instant recognition.
So he went and jugged to the end of the corridor, standing besides the amazed Waterboy who's shrieking in excitement.
[ "BB!" ] He ignored him, as instead his gaze landed on the flying blonde super heroine- not the drug type. Instead is the amulet powered kind.
[ "Tim- Sanctuary, what is happening here?!" ]
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[ FUN FACT: "In Dispatch, every decision you make influences the unfolding narrative. From banter in the breakroom to life-or-death situations in the field, your choices affect your relationship with the heroes, their allegiances, and the path your own story takes." ]
[ 11/27/2025 ]
[ 11/27/2025 ]
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