Please do tell us more about the dealer. Perhaps how the two met or more about his personality? Love your writing btw and how you pulled me in to hyperfixate on him aswell.
I’ve been thinking of how they met for a while. At one point I’d imagine you’d play buckshot roulette… but I like the idea of you knowing each other before that point.
In my scenario, you work in the club he haunts. Maybe he owns the place but makes someone else run for him. All you know is that you don’t meet him when you get hired, but he’s a constant presence.
And people are scared of him enough that it’s almost like he isn’t even an… earthly entity.
“No you uh… don’t want to meet the boss. It doesn’t have a pretty face.”
You hear gunshots on the top floor. The first time you hear them you freak out, but everyone else in the club don’t seem to bother.
“It’s playing another round…”
You feel like someone who’s out of a secret, and when you ask, they only say two words.
“Buckshot roulette.”
From its name alone you get a good idea of what kind of game that is and feel a shudder. What kind of a man plays such a dangerous game every night…?
It isn’t a while until you meet the fabled…. person(?).
Sometimes a shadowy face looks down from the second floor. And you know it’s not the cigarette guy who always seems to hang up there.
Did you make eye contact? You can’t tell from all the way down here.
Then you meet him for the first time when he goes down for a drink. Turning around to see an awfully frightening face- you can’t help but scream. He doesn’t look human- you think!? With a grin full of knives, hollowed out sockets for eyes, and a shotgun strapped to his back, you’d think you were staring down the face of death (which, for certain people, it is).
And just to add to that, he has a hole staining blood down his messy shirt.
Your scream makes him pause- blink for a few seconds. Then he laughs- loudly, enough that it unnerves everyone else in the club. No one stares too long, no one wants to anger the guy(?) with a shotgun.
“You must be the new gal, aren’t you?”
That’s when you realize… this is The Boss.
“Be a lamb and grab me some beers.”
“Do you-? Are you… need… medical…”
You unknowingly endear yourself to the Dealer quickly, from how concerned you seemed, and rolling with the punches. Most people who’ve never seen him turn tail and leave, and here you were, doing your best to fulfill his request.
It makes him actually visit the club more often just to see you, sometimes encountering you on the way home and walking you to the nearest bus stop… and every time, he quickly disappears before anyone else sees him. He’s an enigma. You don’t know why he seems to linger around you, but if you’re making the boss happy, you see it as a win.
As for him, he’s quickly charmed by you, and enjoys your company. Actually gets disappointed when he finishes a game and finds you’d gotten home already. He wants you to stay around a long while. Hopefully, you’ll never have to play a round of buckshot roulette with him…
Finally finished this, one of the many comic wips I started the last few months (you can kinda see where I got lazy and changed up some stylization in a few panels lmao)
Anyway, a scene I have planned out for The Rehabilitation of Death.
"Isn't it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal" I mean, there's a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn't have enough poison in it.
The "I don't have autism -> I have some autism symtoms but they're from other disorders -> I might be autistic but I won't self diagnose -> I might be autistic but the symtoms don't really go that far back in my life -> I keep finding more symtoms that link my behavior with autism -> oh my god so many things I do are autism symtoms -> jesus christ these go back as far as i remember" pipeline is real and it happened to me
HT!Sans: i have nothing to be proud of. nothing to show, to brag or flaunt-
You: Hi! :)
HT!Sans:
HT!Sans: *picks you up in the air* everyone please look at my wonderful human, they’re amazing and i love them, the best human there ever was- look at them, loOK AT THEM-