"I don't see how this is my problem." I said with my arms folded. "Now if you could leave my h-"

"Are you stupid or something!? That thing could destroy the whole city in one hit if the wrong hands got a hold of it!" Winter shouted.

"...Isn't that what you were planning to do?" I asked her.

"YES BUT WHEN I DO IT: WE DON'T DIE! ARE YOU SEEING THE PROBLEM HERE!?" Winter said.

"Okay but even then why don't you just have it teleport to you like you always do?" I asked her.

"Don't you think I tried that!? It's not working! It's like it's listening to someone else now!" She said.

"Are you telling me your scythe talked to you? And you wonder why I think you're a psychopath." I said before she grabbed me by the shirt.

"JUST HELP ME FIND IT!... Please..." She said. She really was panicking. I groaned before pushing her off of me and walking upstairs.

"Listen, I'm gonna be gone for a little bit but mom should be home from wherever she is soon. Don't blow anything up." I told C-1.

"Alright." She said nodding. Something's really weird. She hasn't tried to escape or anything. I thought she'd be way more resistant. Either she's planning something or she's... actually enjoying it here. I walked back down and into my room to put my stuff on. I walked back downstairs and Winter was frantically looking around like she was looking for a fix.

"Okay, where are we looking for you stupid scythe?" I asked her.

. . .

"I've been here way too much lately." I said standing outside of Harriet's as Winter frantically looked for the dumpster. "Now why would your scythe be here? How did you even lose your scythe?"

"All I know is that I went on a business trip and then when I got back it wasn't where I left it!" Winter said.

"Business trip? You're a psychopath who blows buildings up for sick kicks, What possible business could you have?" I asked her before she snapped out of the dumpster and into my face, saying "It doesn't concern you." dead seriously before going back into the alley. It was the first time she's ever seen serious. Every other time she's talked there was a playful tone or sarcasm or anything but now she was having an episode. I put in my headphones and turned on the news, knowing I hadn't listened to it in awhile.

"And in other news, a riot took place in The One Winged Angel's Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Although it's most infamous patient, 'Basketkase' is still in solitary confinement, multiple outbreaks did take place. Including Marvelous Ms arch nemesis Decay, 'Death Trip' Daffney Chambers, and N-" Wait did she just say Death Trip?

"Alright, Winter we gotta hurry this up. There was a break out at One Winged and that crazy mindfreak bitch that killed teenaged boys is on the loose and in the area. I only need one purple haired nutcase possibly being the death of me in my life. Not to mention it's already night and we've been searching all god damn day ." I said.

"If we get the scythe then we won't need to worry about her because I'll just kill her! If you want to be done then help me look!" Winter snapped.

"How the fuck am I supposed to help you look when I don't even know where the hell to start l- oh yeah, we're by Harriet's Happy Hour." I said before walking out of the alley and into the bar. When I did everyone stopped to look at me. Almost like I was Anonymous. Definitely not a character trait I'm looking to keep. "I'm not here to fight, or break bones, I'm just here to ask a question, and if any of you know anything about it, you won't go to jail or anything." I said. There was a silence and I was secretly hoping I wasn't gonna have to break somebody's bones.

"...Alright. What's the question." A guy with a pupiless eye, gray hair and a scar running through it asked.

"Woah, you're actually gonna listen to this twerp? Damn, things really have changed since I've been out." A guy in a black trench coat with goggles on his forehead said.

"... I was wondering if any of you have seen a futuristic scythe. The type that would belong to a girl with purple hair?" I asked.

"You mean The Freak?" A guy with a brown bushy beard and a bandana asked.

"...Possibly? Is there more than one purple haired freak?" I asked. Is that Winter's bad guy name? She's never mentioned it before.

"Awww that's cute. The Freak's finally made a friend. Maybe she'll finally stop hanging around me. And around here for that matter." The guy with goggles said.

"Doesn't answer my question. Have you seen the scythe or not?" I repeated.

"Damn, didn't know Revolver's Girlfriend was cheating on 'im." A girl said.

"Hey! The Freak ain't my girlfriend! Why would I come up with

"Hey! She's not my girlfriend! We all hate that creep but if we told her that she'd kill us all! Now shut up before I pull a Netherealm and Fatality your ass!... that's a reference none of you get." The guy with goggles said.

"Wait... Revolver?" I said. This might be my chance to get some information on that shooter... Hoping they know each other.

"What's it to you? Need a suicide mission done for you?" Revolver asked before I heard an explosion outside.

"I SAW THE EXPLOSION! COME ON!" Winter said peeking her head in through the front door and running off. I looked back at the customers and cleared my throat before saying "See ya." And walking out the door.

. . .

It was like a ghost town as we ran through the streets to get to a burning clothing store. In front of it was-

"MY SCYHTE!" Winter said running towards it. "DID YOU DO THAT TO GET ME TO FIND YOU!?" She asked it.

"You think... your scythe did that... by itself?" I said baffled by how insane Winter has actually gone.

"Yeah! No one else is here lame brain! Who could've-" She said picking it up before a hissing sound came out. She froze before looking at her scythe. "Did you just hiss at me?" She asked it before a pink lightning came out of it and started electrocuting her. I ran over to pull her off and we both got sent crashing into a pair of mailboxes.

"What the fuck..." I muttered as we stared at the scythe. As we did, a gunshot blew the store doors open and out of the fires emerged girl who also had purple hair. However she was definitely older than both of us and looked nuts. Not to mention she was in a One Winged Angel's uniform. She twirled a gun around before shoving it into a small portal that appeared next to her like it was her pocket.

"Man! That's the best piss I've taken in the last two years!" She said with a smirk before throwing her hand forward and the scythe flew towards it. She froze and her smirk disappeared before she brought the scythe to her ear. "What was that?" She asked it before she turned her head to us. Her eyes narrowed and she talked through gritted teeth.

"Which one of you bitches is Winter McLaren?"