[PUNCH CLOCK ANIMAL] ASHTRAY

[skinstealer]

 
Everything falls apart around them, Derry, Chelsea and Bazil starting to blend together into one form. 
  

 
When the colors stop swirling everyone hits the pavement- Bucket, Matthias, and from the sound of his voice as he gets to his feet, Bazil.
 

BUCKET: We're.... outside?
BAZIL: Fucker had us in so deep we didn't even realize we were sleepwalking...

 

 
Matthias struggles to his feet, lips pulled back in a snarl. 
 

BAZIL: Too bad we can't get a 4v1, but 2v1 should do just fine.
BUCKET: It may as well be 4v1.

  

 
Bucket starts approaching without a single tremble in their own step. 
 

MATTHIAS: You...you're fucked, you know that? Rein's going to know about this, and you can kiss your little visits goodbye! You crossed the line it set and it is going to find out about this, and technically, you threw the first real punch. You, you lost!

 
The dog keeps marching toward him, every step with the weight of the planet caving. 

BUCKET: Rein is a bastard in the grandest sense, and if this gets back to it I would be in rather big trouble... but Rein does not hire losers. You won't forget that.




 

Matthias spits in their face, only to be grabbed by the muzzle and lifted up.
  

BUCKET: I'm a professional abomination. I can build up a man on wishes and break him down for assets. We're both dogs, you and I are made of material that's very physically compatible should I ever need to replace tissue or organ. Common flesh. I am going to farm you for all you're worth.
MATTHIAS: You're...bluffing....