LOCATION:ARKANSAS, LITTLE ROCK, "The sickle and bar" NIGHTCLUB

TIME:1200

(3RD POV)

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*play the song at the top*

inside of a popular local communist nightclub, Y/N was inside busting some heads, and moves on the dancefloor

Y/N:"DANCE COMMIE, DANCE!" He yelled as he shot at a mans feet with his 1911

"AAAAH, STOP, PLEASE!"

Y/N:"HAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

Suddenly the man fell down, the reason?, a .45 round of freedom to his commie-pinko feet

Y/N:"AWW MAN, I WAS HAVING FUN DAMMIT!"

"PLEASE, NOOO-" he was cut off by a round of freedom from this world

Y/N:"WHO'S NEXT!?"

the camera panned out to reveal dead bodies laying every where, hipsters and mobsters alike

Y/N:"GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT!, YOU, GET ME A DRINK!" he yelled at the bartender, the only one left alive

"W-w-what k-kind?"

Y/N:"W H I S K E Y"

"H-h-here y-you go sir"

The bartender began pouring a bottle of whiskey into a shot glass, before it was ripped from his hands by Y/N, who downed it in 5 seconds

Y/N:"IM OUT, THIS PLACE FUCKING BLOWS...EXCEPT THE MUSIC, THATS THE ONLY DAMN GOOD THING IN THIS FUCKING COMMIE BAR!"

"I-its a n-nightclub sir"

Y/N:"SHIT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled, right before he mag dumped the bar, unfortunately missing the bartender

Y/N:"FUCK, 'THE BARTENDER ALWAYS LIVES' GODDAMIT!"

storming outside, he ripped open his car door

Starting it up, his CD player also started up

*the next part will be better with this bangin music*

Y/N:"Shit...adrenaline wont go down
...FUCK IT!"

Gunning the engine, he sped down the street

As he neared a local house owned by the russian mafia he sped up, ramming his car through the wall, and into the living room, flattening the couch and the mobsters sitting on it

Hopping out, he dashed forward into the kitchen, picking up a baseball bat on the way

Y/N:"IN LOVING MEMORY-" he shouted as he bashed a mobster's head in, spilling brain matter into the spaghetti he was cooking

"SOMEBODY A-TOUCH MY SPAGHET!?" Yelled another mobster who had been rummaging in the fridge, and now rushed Y/N

Y/N:"OH FUCK OFF!" He yelled, and he swung the bat, hitting him in the nose, thus clothespining and killing the mobster

Now he ran into the hallway, thrusting the handle into a mobsters gut, thankfully the mobster was leaving the bathroom, where he had been throwing up last night's taco bell, so he didnt throw up that much on Y/N, not that much, but some

Y/N:"FUCK, MY NEW POLO!"

Seeking revenge for his now ruined polo shirt, Y/N jumped into the bedroom, where he was grabbed by a mobster, but was released when Y/N bashed his head in by head butting him

Y/N:"-of bronze L/N"

*stop the song, it's time for feels :(*

Now, his adrenaline finally running out, he slumped against the wall, sliding down and grabbing his knees, he began sobbing

Y/N:"I-IM S-SORRY B-BRONZE!, OH GOD!....I-Im s-sorry... Im sorry"

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Shit, that actually kinda made me cry

I hope y'all enjoyed this one, yeah I know, it was pretty short, the next one will be longer, I promise, I just wanted to finish this chapter and get more backstory out so I can focus on the next one