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Robert sighed and leaned against the railing of his balcony.
“Bad day at work?”
A voice from inside asked.
“What’s it to you?”
Robert turned around and cracked his neck, making eye contact with the intruder.
“Oh yay…Toxic.”
Robert sarcastically smiled before putting his hands in his pocket.
“Damn right, now I got some orders from the new big bad boss since you…you know—killed Shroud.
I’m gonna need you to come with me.”
“No thanks,”
Toxic shrugged and transformed, flashing Robert.
“Seriously dude can’t you wear acid-resistant underwear or something?
Can’t keep flashing whoever you fight.
It’s embarrassing.”
Toxic chuckled and got ready to fight Robert.
“Eh, I like this better.
Keeps the enemy distracted.”
Robert grabbed onto a nearby chair.
“Yeah I promise you that thing is distracting nobody.”
With that he threw the chair directly at Toxic.
He then took the opportunity and ran into his house, luckily Beef was with Chase ( Chase wanted to take him on a walk. ) so nobody was there to get hurt.
“Wowwwww…playing dirty huh?
Mecha-Bitch.”
Robert grabbed another nearby chair and threw it at Toxic again—Toxic narrowly avoiding it.
“That nickname is already taken, guess you’ll have to choose another one for me.”
Toxic flew at Robert and grabbed onto his arm, Robert hissed and tried to get Toxic to let go.
Injuring himself far worse.
“Dumb decision, guess you’re not that strong without the suit huh?”
Robert pushed himself off the wall, forcing Toxic to let go.
He tumbled backwards, right before hitting the couch Z-Team had bought for him.
“Still manage well against most.”
“Key-Word, most.
You’ll never win against me.”
“But that lucky-charm seemed to win against you pretty well so…”
Toxic scowled and flew towards Robert.
“That was an unfair fight!”
Robert shrugged and threw himself behind the couch—Eyeing the exit.
“Now don’t think of running away dude, that’s just stupid.”
“I think fighting against someone I can’t hit is far more stupid.”
Toxic grinned and stood still.
“Yeah but so is never looking behind you.”
Robert raised an eyebrow, barely managing to get a look at the person behind him before getting hit in the head by something heavy.
“Hope that won’t kill him, we need him alive.”
Toxic remarked.
“Yeah, yeah.
Now put some clothes on I’m not trying to see that.”
A deep voice said, grabbing onto Robert.
“Fuck…you.
Bitch.”
Robert managed to get out before everything went black.