Chibi A/N: Hey, A/N. You uh... Are you feeling ok?

Fem A/N: *Playing the world's smallest violin* Just... *Sniff* Just a bit saddened that We Stand Broken Together Redux isn't as requested as the rest of my books.

Chibi A/N: Since when has that stopped you from writing on it regardless?

Fem A/N: *Throw's the smallest Violin behind her somehow causing devastating results* Yeah, fair enough. Plus doing it for the views isn't my thing anyway. Though in a paradoxical kinda way, I wished people read it a bit more. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I hope more people will enjoy it in the future.

Chibi Fluffy: W-why are you a girl now?

Chibi A/N: Don't worry about it.

Chibi Draco: *Bit's lip while wearing shades and nodding*

Fem A/N: *Sigh* Let's get this story started.

Chibi A/N: Yeah. Oh, and before we start we're gonna tell you right now... Things might get a bit ridiculous. Why?

Fem A/N: Well A, it's already pretty ridiculous. And B... Fuck it, I'm gonna have fun making an action scene... And if you try to argue that it's not realistic, This is a Story that's made on Wattpad good sir or madam. And while I try to make a story worthwhile, I can't do that easily and quickly enough to justify quality-checking and fact-checking everything. Plus There are better things to argue over anyway, a random Fan Fiction is not exactly a place to argue over who should do what and how they should do it. Not only that, this is my story. If you want something done your way, make your own story. Simple as that. Now that the Random paragraph that for some reason my two brain cells with an opinion is done, let's get this story Really started!

Traumatized Goon: FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

The Goon quickly ducks behind cover as the screams of his comrades could be heard down the hall... Along with the sounds of Bones snapping, Throat's being Slit, and Gunshots that slightly illuminated the hallway within the distance. Each shot revealed the silhouette of a Man mercilessly beating, cutting, stabbing, and Shooting the Goons that were brave enough to attack him head-on. Of course, these guys aren't too smart in attacking him up close and personal. Needless to say, they learned this the Hard way as they thought a single guy in a suit wasn't going to be an issue. But when that Guy is the Fucking Boggyman, that's when you should seriously consider your options. This goon, however, picked the wrong one as he tried to load a new magazine into his Glock 17 with shaky hands.

Traumatized Goon: Shit! Shit! Shit!

He suddenly dropped it on the ground and slides out into the open. Soon the sounds of death stopped for a moment as the Goon froze for a moment before trying to hide behind his flimsy cover with his hands covering his mouth in an effort to drown out his whimpers. Soon he heard the Foot Steps of the Boogy Man grow closer and closer before suddenly stopping. The goon would have looked, but...

*Bang!*

He now had a hole in his head after you shot him through the filing cabinet. Countless dead Mercs littered the ground as you approach the door of the Mangers room. Which was surprisingly unguarded. Not only that it seems that Grigori hasn't arrived just yet. You quickly headed over to the door and opened it to reveal... A Bovine Woman that was tied up?

Art by Slightlysiman

This is Molly, the artist's OC. I do NOT own her. Will I be using her? Yes. Why? Eh, I like her! Again I don't Own her. Go support the Artist if you like their work! Back to the Story!

???: Uh... Hi? Are you another one of that Sheep Lady's Goons or a really well-dressed Cop?

She asked somewhat hesitantly as she hoped that Mayor Lionheart at least Cared enough to rescue his own secretary for the sake of his reputation. But what you said next surprised her a bit.

Y/N: No. I'm Looking for Bellwether. I have some... Questions for her.

You stated somewhat ominously as the Bovien woman slowly looked behind you to see the carnage you made behind you. She then slowly sat up as straight as she could as she sighed and looked at you.

???: You're not gonna... Kill me, are you? Y-you know, leave no witnesses and stuff... Right?

You stared at her for a moment before walking closer to her with a knife. She closed her eyes and winced as she expected you to slit her throat... But instead, she felt her Binding gets cut freeing her from the chair she was bound to which caused her eyes to shoot out as she looked at her hands in complete shock.

Y/N: No. You're free to go. I'm not exactly fond of killing innocent people. Though I will warn you about a Man with only one eye named Grigori. Avoid him if you see him.

She slowly gets up from her chair and looked at you with a shocked expression before composing herself and signing.

???: Thanks. I swear fate is just screwing with me. First I become a Mayor's Secretary just to get him to agree to allow my real job to build shops within Zootopia, Turns out he's a bit of an ass. Then I get kidnapped but a Sheep Woman that's surprisingly tiny, apparently she has a Grudge against Lionheart, and from what I've experienced I can't blame her but I wished she would have egged his house or lit a bag of manure on his front porch. Something like that anyways, Not kidnap his new Secretary!

As she said this she suddenly remembered something! It was pretty important to your quest for answers. She was tuning Bellwether out a bit as she told her about something with Night Howlers and some Bunny with a Fox.

???: Oh! Right, That Sheep Gal you called Bellwether left after the Gunshots started. I think she went to someplace called the Under Belly. Whatever that means.

Damn! Looks like Bellwether got away. You wanted to ask her if she heard anything about what this Under Belly was... Other than the obvious. Something tells you this was an actual place rather than just a generalization. But you figured this lady already had a rough day, so you decided to save your questions for someone who knew the city a bit better than you did. Maybe you'll ask the Lamb Boss if she knows anything.

Y/N: Thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

After you said this she handed you a Business Card, Apparently, she worked at a Lingerie Company, it had a phone number written on it as well as her name, Molly. Presumably, it was her number on the card, which was pretty much confirmed by what she said next.

Molly: Call me sometime~. When you're not busy doing stuff of course.

Before you could ask her anything about why she gave you her number and when was a good time to call her considering she's working two jobs basically. She quickly left and surprisingly she walked really well in heels. As you watched her avoid the corpses you left in your wake like someone trying to avoid dog shit on the ground, she gave you a wink before turning down a hallway. You're pretty sure now she wanted to have a date at some point. Between Her, Nickie, Nora, and Lamb Boss you feel like nearly Every girl wants a piece of you. The universe works in some strange ways sometimes... And sometimes it feels like it's working Way too fast for your liking as you are still not over your late wife's recent passing. But never the less you pocket the card and started to look around for any sign as to What the Under Belly was... And you quickly notice a poster with a small club down by the docks. One might think this was very convent, but this was far from random. There were words written in lipstick, Come Find Me. You sighed as you ripped it off the board it was on and promptly threw it into the nearby trash can.

Y/N: It's never easy getting answers is it?

You asked yourself out loud in slight frustration. Everything that's happing right now doesn't it right with you as everything felt too thought out and staged in some way. Like you were dancing to the strings of a puppeteer. Someone wants you to find them and you felt like they were pretty damn eager to meet you. Needless to say, you were going to get answers, one way or another. Just as you thought this you hear the click of the hammer of a gun being pulled back and you glanced over to see Grigori aiming his gun at you with one hand while clutching his stomach.

Y/N: Let me guess. Playing with your food finally, bit you on the ass.

You simply stated as you can see he was bleeding pretty badly from a gunshot wound to the gut.

Grigori: You fucken bastard! You set me up, didn't you!?

He said angrily making you raise your brow with a questioning gaze. Grigori hissed in pain before speaking in a low growly tone as he gritted his teeth.

Grigori: Don't you fucken look at me like that! You fucking set up an ambush for me here! Lauled me into dropping my guard down so you're friends can pop a shot off into my back!

Well, now it makes sense why he's bleeding more from the front than the back. The exit wound is obviously in the front. Grogori was starting to look a bit shaky as his breath started to get heavier.

Y/N: All that blood loss must be making you delirious. I came here alone.

You bluntly stated as Grigori stumbled forward and growled as he struggled to hold up his pistol. In fact, it dropped to the ground after he slumped down leaning on the door which was propped up by a nearby desk so that it doesn't cause him to fall over.

Grigori: Do your worst asshole... I'm good as dead anyway...

He said with a weak voice. After saying this you stared him down and started to pull something out of your coat. Grigori stared you down thinking you were gonna pull out your gun or your knife. Instead, you took out a small trauma kit and threw it onto his lap before stepping over him and beginning to walk away.

Y/N: See you around the bend Grigori. When I get there you better offer me a Drink for old time's sake.

You stated as you promptly left the one-eyed man who glared at you with a spiteful glare. He would have thought you were being an ass by letting him live if he hadn't known that woman you married made you soft. The one-eyed rat scoffed as he took the kit and started fixing himself up enough to head to a nearby clinic as you left the hallway. As you did your phone began to ring. You pull out your phone and answer it.

Y/N: Hello?

A distorted voice soon emanated from your phone. This caused you to get ready to pull out your gun just in case you need it.

???: Careful were you tread. An Ark Tech mercenary team is using cloaking tech to ambush you up ahead. Use a flashlight or a laser to spot them.

You pull out your HK P30 and took one of the lasers from a goon's Glock. You then attach it to your handgun after making sure it was able to fit on the under-attachment rail. That and making sure it was functional, which it was thankfully.

Y/N: Who is this?

The question you asked was predictable but understandable. You already had one secret friend, you didn't need another. Annoyingly that question will go unanswered.

???: Good luck.

The person on the other end hung up leaving you with more questions than answers. You may not look it but you were getting more frustrated by the minute. All you wanted to do was avenge your wife's death, not get involved in what was going on with this city. But that was your anger talking, you knew in the back of your mind that whoever was causing this power upset within the city was most likely responsible for your wife's death. The trick was finding out who and why. One thing is clear, the Merc's up ahead are about to have a very bad day. You were scanning the hall for the Invisible Goons and you soon noticed your laser stopped mid-air after you hedged the coroner. You then swiftly pulled the trigger and fired off a shoot.

*Bang!* *Thunk!*

The invisible goon let out a grunt of pain as he fell to the floor. He was hurt but not wounded as he was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Invisible Merc 1: Fuck! I've been hit!

The man shouts as one of his buddies started to dump his mag down the hall where the gunshot originated from. You weren't anywhere near that spot as you used the screaming grunt as a distraction to quickly duck around the corner and reach the other side of the branching hall. From the sound of the suppressed gunshots, they were using MP5SDs outfitted with some strange cloaking tech, aka integrally suppressed MP5s that was also invisible. Classy. Needless to say, you're probably going to steal one of those from their soon-to-be-dead corpse. Full Auto MP5s are hard to come by and not just in the civilian market. These things are expensive as hell even in the underground markets. You know Cervina would be drooling all over it when you get back. But back to some Merc slaughter. You noticed another helpful detail about their cloaking tech if they moved a lot it distorted their cloaking a bit. Whatever they were wearing looked like high-tech raincoats paired with rubber gloves and rain boots and a face mask with goggles. Presumably to help them see sense the human eye can see shit if a source of light isn't bouncing off of it and/or something that allows them to see their gear and each other. One of the Invisible Mercs quickly and roughly picked up his friend while letting out an annoyed sigh.

Invisible Merc 2: Next time get up off your ass, shoot back, and shut the fuck up! He can still hear us you Jackass!

He shouted annoyed by his partner's idiotic behavior. They were in Invisible suits for a reason, to get an edge on you. That edge is lost when your screaming your head off. Another Merc made the mistake of being close to you without knowing when he spoke.

Invisible Merc 3: Would you two shut the fuck u-!

*Bang!* *Splatter!*

You shot the Merc in the back of the head causing his brain matter to splatter across his teammates. Making them more visible. The First Merc and Second Merc quickly shielded while the fourth one seemed to have functional brain cells and quickly opened fire upon your last know position while being covered in speckles of blood. You managed to quickly and quietly slink into a nearby closet as the Smart one peeked down the hall before quickly taking his dead partner's goggles.

Invisible Merc 1: Hey what are you-?

The Second Merc quickly covered the First Merc's mouth as he got what the Smart one was thinking. They couldn't afford to let you have the Goggles the team was wearing. You were somewhat right about your assumption earlier, they needed these goggles to see each other and their equipment, but not to just see in general. They could see just fine. The Smart One quickly started to clear the nearby rooms. They looked through an office. Then they approached the closet you slinked into earlier, when they opened it they found that it housed paint cans and not much else. The first two Mercs didn't see anything of interest, but the Smart one is also proving to be observant and they see small paint drops making a trail. They didn't tell the others seeing as they're not very reliable. But they make a mental note of it. They knew you were planning to splatter paint onto them to make them more visible. While they were splattered with a bit of blood that wasn't enough to identify particular body parts. But as the Smart one was figuring out your plan the First Merc carelessly opened an office door and had a bucket of paint suddenly splashed onto him from above. Said bucket also smacked him in the head.

*Donk!*

Invisible Merc 1: Ow! What the He-!?

*Bang! Bang!*

The first one's body fell limply into the office showing that he was shot in the head rather than the chest this time. The second Merc quickly dashed over and wildly sprayed his MP5SD into the room causing old dusty paper to fly everywhere. The Smart one quickly noticed a red dot resting upon the second Merc's knee and quickly ducked behind a corner. Mainly to avoid the Lazer sweeping down the hall to catch them after you finished off the second merc.

Invisible Merc 2: Fuck! Basterds picking us-!

*Bang!*

The merc was shot in the side of the knee taking his leg out and forcing him to kneel and clutch his leg.

Invisible Merc 2: AHHH!!! FU-!!!

*Bang!* *Thud!*

The second Merc's screams were quickly cut off by another gunshot that echoed throughout the hall. Soon this was followed by deafening silence as the Smart Merc tried to sneak their way to the manufacturing floor of this two-in-one toy factory. This building was fairly strange as it also doubled as an office space at one point. Whatever odd reason for them doing this doesn't matter. Right now it's a hunting ground. They came here to Hunt you but now it seems like they were being Hunted.

*KRATOOOOOM!!!*

The smart merc quickly jumped a bit as they swiftly scanned the area. After a few seconds, they realized that it was raining pretty heavily outside. Still, this did not alleviate the tension they were feeling. Every part of their body was on edge as they search the area while treading as lightly as they could. However, they nearly overlook a critical detail when the next flash of lighting.

*KRATOOOM!!!*

The smart merc swiftly realized that their shadow was visible, they're suits could hide their shadows under normal light, but when a powerful flash of light hit the suit it can bearly maintain invisibility allowing their shadows to appear for a brief second. However as they were looking at the ground starting at their own shadow, you swiftly tackled them through the window out into the rain, they lost their MP5SD in the process as they landed hard on their back. While you could have shot the merc, a corpse doesn't hold many answers for anyone but a mortician. So you plan to beat some answers out of this merc as you quickly grabbed their coat which was more viable thanks to the rain.

Y/N: You're gonna tell me who hired you to kill me before I-.

*Smack!*

The Final Merc quickly head-buts you and kicks you off of them as they quickly get up and quickly try to pull out their sidearm. You quickly kicked the gun out of their hands forcing them to use their knife. You still had the upper hand here as you had your HK P30, but that advantage was lost when you pulled it out to try and pop a shot off into the Merc's leg only for said Merc to swiftly kick it out of your hand. So knife combat it was then as you quickly jump back from the Merc's quick slashes. Luckily the knife was very visible, it seems they were also a fan of Deadlock Knives as they basically had the same knife you were holding. But what type of knife they were using wasn't what was on your mind. What was on your mind is how small your opponent was compared to you in size. They were pretty lean for a merc that's for sure. Though they were not lacking in speed and endurance as you were dodging them more than you were attacking with quick slashes and jabs. But you fought opponents like this before and quickly landed a small slash across their arm. Surprisingly the final merc didn't make a sound or even react to the cut, they just kept on the offensive with a sweeping kick in an effort to knock you down. It didn't work as you quickly jumped over it and kicked them in the stomach pretty hard surprisingly sending them tumbling to the ground as they were apparently lighter than they looked. This kick was also hard enough to earn you a pained and very audible Gasp of air. You quickly realized why they were so light compared to you. They were a fairly Young Woman, she was probably nearly of drinking age(Within the US). Again you fought young women before and there not this good at fighting unless they were trained from a young age. In the past, you'd probably wouldn't care and kill them regardless. But after Daisy... Well, you admittedly started to have a soft spot for young people in a bad situation. It's why you spared that Hyena kid, Daisy used to help young kids and adults lead better lives as well as make their future just a little more brighter. She did the same to you at some point even though she knew of your past. Despite her knowing you were a stone-cold killer it didn't stop her from it chipping away and reaching the person inside. Even though you knew that there was a slim chance, you owe it to your late wife to try and reach out to this young woman. It's the least you could do while going on this quest for revenge.

Y/N: What's your name?

You asked still cautious about this young woman as she could try to use this as a opening to attack you. Her suit soon started to malfunction, you quickly figured out that the Merc Squad were pretty much genie pigs for the invisibility suits. The suit itself was all black and not too remarkable. It simply looked like a bulky raincoat as she got up and scoffed getting into a combat stance.

???: Shut up and fight.

Her voice sounded somewhat harsh and a bit monotone as she was here to do a job. She certainly wasn't going to let you get into her head and she wasn't gonna give up on this. You noticed that kick you dealt earlier was still very much affecting her as her hand couldn't stop shaking.

Y/N: You've clearly been set up to die for an experiment. Your buddies were dumb enough to accept this hit job thinking it'd be easy. You on the other hand seem more intelligent.

You paused as you quickly dodged a quick slash from the woman before continuing.

Y/N: So why go on a suicide mission? Why risk your neck for some people in lab coats who couldn't care less whether you lived or died?

The woman was panting as she was still reeling a bit from the kick. It felt like a mule had kicked her right in the gut. But she kept fighting through the pain which she grew all too familiar with throughout her life. You could tell in the way she held herself, she kept pushing herself to fight to the bitter end beyond the point of exhaustion. Only by sheer will she's able to stand and fight. It reminded you of when you were that young, but that was in the military which in of itself was just another stepping stone in your training to become the trained killer you were... And still are in some ways.

Y/N: Tell me something. Do you fight because it's all you have left? Do you kill because that's all you know? Is someone teaching you to kill a target at all costs? Can you even think for yourself?

Your questions finally began to agitate the woman as her attacks started to get more wild. These questions are hitting far too close to home and she's trying her best to ignore them. But the questions were eating away at her in the back of her mind.

???: I said Shut up!

She shouts as she quickly lunged at you after you were next to a wall. She intended to pin you down, however, You've been through this song and dance before. You quickly grabbed the hand she was holding her knife in and swiftly disarmed her mid-lunge before pinning her to the wall with your forearm.

Y/N: Are you going to answer any of my questions? Or are you too damn brainwashed to even consider that?

You asked full well knowing she could just break out at any time with a kick to the groin or stomach. It's what'd do in her position after all. Yet she didn't, she only countered with her own question.

???: Why do you care? Not like I was doing anything with my life before this anyways. I'm just some street trash they picked out to turn into another Assassin. Groomed to be a killer that doesn't feel anything when they pull the trigger. Nothing more, nothing less. So I ask you again. Why do you care?

She asked as she was about to stab you... Yet you did something that caught her off-guard. You let her go and turned your back on her.

Y/N: I asked someone I loved the same question. The only difference is she wasn't a killer like you or me. I could have pulled the trigger and continued on living a life on the edge of death every single day. Yet her answer made me spare her life. Not out of some sudden change of heart on my end, but out of a sense of curiosity.

The woman was still ready to stab you, but she was fairly hesitant to do so. Mainly because of something she won't openly admit. She was somewhat curious as to what you'll say next as no one ever stopped fighting her mid-battle and spoke their minds.

???: And what was this person's answer?

She asked hesitantly as she stayed her hand for now until she got the answer. After that, she'll decide whether or not to complete this job or not. You're answer was... Somewhat enlighting.

Y/N: Rather than give me a straight-up answer, she gave me a question. One that was difficult to solve for a while.

You paused to turn to her and look her dead in the eyes before asking her the very same question that was asked of you all those years ago.

Y/N: What do you love most in life? At the time, I thought this question to be ridiculous... Yet I struggled to find the answer. I then asked her a silly question, What do you think I love in Life? I'd have expected her to say something like Nothing because your heartless. Yet... Rather than that she said, That's a question that I can't answer. You'll have to figure out what makes you happy. She then said something that made me infatuated with her. I didn't know why for the longest time, but I know why now I became intrigued by her kindness. I try to help you find it if you want. No one should be left alone and lost without someone to be there for them. Not even you.

A moment passes before the woman sighed before putting her knife away. Then she flicked you on the nose without warning. You flinched a bit out of surprise as you glared at her with a confused expression.

???: It sounds like something out of a shitty romantic movie. You must be very easy to woo because that's cheesy as hell. Either that or you're into dizzy girls. Either way, I'd still consider you to be a dumbass.

You looked at her with the same confused expression as you were still wondering who flicks someone's nose when they think you're a Dumbass. But she did have some positive things to say at least as she began to take her headgear off.

???: But you're a Nice Dumbass so I'll at least humor you.

She paused for a moment to take off her goggles and balaclava before continuing... And you were surprised to see that she was a bunny girl.

Art by PMG/PMG300

(You can Skip my monolog after "Side Note" if you need to. Just know her eyes are supposed to be Red.)

This is Woobins94 OC. I do not own her and I'm not gonna use her. I'm just using her appearance. Side note, her eyes are supposed to be Red. This is just an early picture of the character, there is also another pic with Pink eyes but I think they're meant to be Red, Idk don't quote me on that. As for why I cropped it, I just did that for effect. It's just a pic of her undressing. As far as I know, it should be fine on Wattpad. Oh and also I did crop the artist's watermark INTO the pic, I'll try to do that more in the future if I'm able to. All I know how to do is crop and blur so don't expect too much from me XD. Other than that, let's get back to the story.

Kally: Names Kally Bright. K.B for short. Some people think that stands for Killer Bunny. While I think that's a dumb name it seemed to stick so I'm stuck with it. Now, you got a name or should I keep calling you dumbass?

She asked nonchalantly as she pretty much mentally said Fuck It on completing her job. It was a suicide mission anyway, but she was about to figure out how much of a suicide Mission it was with what you said next.

Y/N: Y/N L/N, But if you prefer calling me Dumbass I'll call you Fluffy Nugget. Sound alright to you?

You stated somewhat bluntly as you kinda didn't really care if she called you Dumbass, you were just yanking her chain a bit. As for her reaction to realizing you were the infamous Boogyman... Well, it wasn't what you expected.

Kally: Ah, so that's why you kicked my chest like a mule. Most people would pull back a bit and assess the situation. You on the other hand charge in like a suicidal maniac hell-bent on breaking every bone in your body within a week. Seriously, how the hell are you even standing up right now? Heard you smashed your spine on a railing during a fall off a building. Most wouldn't be able to walk away from that, not in one piece anyway. Yet you got back up and walked it off. A day later you were shooting up a construction sight with an LMG.

Her question made you shrug a bit as you had much worse over the past few weeks. Landing on some rebar that penetrated your gut came to mind. But right now you kinda felt like heading to the Under Belly.

Y/N: I ask myself that question all the time. But right now I'm looking for answers. Unless you got anything I'll be on my way.

Kally gave you a shrug as she has nothing. Hell, she was hired by some nobody that was just out of the loop as she was.

Kally: You're on your own with that one. I was paid and given some gear by an anonymous source. Some skinny bunny dude dropped off the shit I was given and left. Other than that, I got nothing.

You sighed as you kept note of what she said. Skinny Bunny Guy that drops off gear for Merc's might narrow things down a bit. But for now, you pull out your phone and called Fluffy as you intended to head to the Under Belly.

Y/N: Thanks.

After you said that one word you began to walk off leaving Kally Bright alone. She watched you leave and quickly pulled out her phone before calling someone who picked up almost immediately.

Kally: Boss Lamb. We need to have a bit of a talk.

Fem A/N: Alright! I'm gonna leave it there! Wattpad's doing that really slow typing speed crap again.

Chibi Fluffy: But what about some questions?

Chibi A/N: Nah not this time bud.

Fem A/N: Yeah, maybe later. Right, let's do a send-off. I hope this chapter is at least decent and that you enjoyed it. Stay safe out there!

Chibi A/N: BYE!!!