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it's a deadly work

Who: Otoha and Sam
Where: Sam's apartment
Summary: After this post, Otoha goes out to have a discussion with Sam. Yakuza style.
Warnings: Swearing, blood (possibly), violence, eldritch horrors.

After that... suspicious post, and despite Desco's objections, Otoha still needed to pay Sam a visit. It was easy enough to figure out which apartment was his, and easier still to get into the building. He'd try this the friendly way first.

For a certain value of 'friendly'.

Otoha knocks on the door to Sam's apartment, in a dark suit with a reddish-purple shirt. The shirt's not tucked in well and the jacket's open, but he doesn't care.

"Open up."

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He isn't expecting a visitor.

Sam has been reading one of his many fairy tale books, trying to calm himself after that oh-so-rude post Daichi had posted on the network. Really, he should've just finished the job, but after all those attacks with fire, he was not really willing to stick it out further.

And now there was a knock at the door. Sam frowns- a lot of people had become suspicious after that post, judging by the comments. Ugh. Well, time to convince everybody that he's just the most harmless person who wouldn't hurt a fly. He puts the book down, approaching the door and warily opening it slightly so he can see who is behind it...

Oh. It's that guy. Uncle Otoha or whatever? Sam quirks an eyebrow, opening the door wider.

"U-um. Can I help you?"

"Yeah."

Otoha reaches out to push the door open further. Nowhere to hide, punk. He takes a step forward, intending to get into the apartment.

"You can explain what the hell that post was about. And don't play dumb with me."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"And if you're not human - which by this point I'm pretty sure you're not - I don't actually care. I'm just sick of playing this game."

Sam involuntarily takes a step back as Otoha steps in. Oh, this wasn't good. He holds up his hands as if in apology, stammering:

"T-that post? Oh, god, it's...it's the one where that guy is accusing me of being a monster? Listen, please, that wasn't me! I was nowhere near that place, and why would I ever want to hurt him? I never met him in my life!"

He winces, as if expecting to get hit, his dark eyes wide and almost watery, like he's about to cry. "Seriously, just because some thing decided to put this whole thing on me doesn't mean that I had anything to do with it!"

Otoha steps inside, closing the door behind him.

"You're not convincing me."

He cracks his knuckles, and pulls out a lighter, tossing it into the air a few times before flicking it on.

He freezes at the sight of the lighter, though instead of freaking out of shying away like Otoha expects him to, Sam just looks...bewildered. Of course, on the inside he's on guard like nothing else, but he has to keep up the facade at all costs.

"W-what's that for? You're...you're not going to torture me with it, are you? Isn't that illegal?"

"I don't exactly care about legal. Some of my earliest memories are of watching people getting tortured. I grew up in the Yakuza. I don't give a shit about what the law thinks."

He darts forward with surprising speed for his frame, attempting to grab Sam and pin him against a wall.

Sam lets out a nervous whimper, backing up and glancing around as if he can find anything that will allow him to defend himself. Ugh, he could probably go and break this guy's neck right now if he wanted to, but that was the problem about keeping up appearances.

But the sudden move isn't exactly expected, and while Sam lets out a yelp and tries to move out of the way, he's too slow, and his back roughly meets the wall. His shaking hands try to grasp Otoha's fingers to pry them off his neck, his eyes bulging in fear and his voice almost cracking as he tries to shout.

"LET GO! Let go, oh god, please, please don't do this...HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Ugh. So boring. Otoha whips out the lighter again and holds it right in front of Sam's face.

"If you're really such a shaking weakling, I don't know how you stick around Desco. If you're not, then I don't know why you don't just come clean. It's not like most people will really care. We're in a city full of demons, for fuck's sake."

He's just sobbing now as his hands continue to try to get Otoha off- it really is a pathetic sight, and he only shudders at the proximity of the lighter.

"B-because she was nice to me! That's why! She was the only person who'd actually care about me in this entire place, is that so hard to understand? S-sure, yes, she's scary to look at, but...she's nice and good and just let me GO now, okay?"

Sam lets out a wail, legs kicking helplessly against the wall as he struggles more in Otoha's grip.

Otoha sighs and flicks the lighter closed, dropping it into his pocket. He eases up on the pressure, though still attempts to keep Sam pinned.

"There's a lot of hero-types in this place. I find it hard to believe that all of them would reject you. Seriously, kid. What the hell is going on with you? I just want the truth."

The lighter being taken away and the ease in pressure makes Sam relax slightly, though he still looks like a deer that wants to dart away into the woods as soon as it is released, if those wide eyes and pitiful look are anything to go by. Thank god, the evil fire-making contraption is gone. He sniffs, glancing down and being silent for a minute, before:

"I-I...you wouldn't understand. I man, I swear to god, I didn't hurt that guy, I didn't! I never would! But...ugh, this is all going to make it worse. I don't want to make it worse, I-I'm having a hard time dealing with it already! But please, you got to believe me, I would never hurt anyone willingly. Never..."

There's a soft thump behind the two of them - Desco just dropped her popcorn. Her red eyes are wide with shock, tears gathering in their corners. When she speaks, her voice is a trembling whisper.

"N-no..."

She shakes her head in furious denial, unable to believe what is being said.

"D-desco believed in you, Big Bro! She...she thought you were cool!"

Tears streaming down her face, she raises her voice into a plaintive plea, desperate for the world to make sense again.

"Were...were you lying to Desco all this time?!"

Desco how did you get here -

"Desco. Did you follow me?"

It is hard to be intimidating with an adorable shoggoth behind you all the time.

"D-desco!!"

Oh, god, NO. No, he did not need this happening! He had Otoha right where he needed him, and now Desco was crying, and he really has no clue whether to keep up the charade or somehow comfort her. If he didn't appease her, she might reveal his secret for good. He twists his head to look at her, frowning.

"Desco, no, I...I didn't lie about that, okay? Please don't cry..."

"STUPID! Stupid stupid stupid!"

Still crying, Desco stomps her feet several times, which, frankly, is a bad move - since her main method of getting around is flight, she was built with deliberately small feet in order to make her normal stride more of an adorable totter. Therefore, it's not long before she loses her balance and falls directly on her face and just lies there for several seconds.

"...Big Sis still isn't here, Desco's Legendary Hero still isn't strong enough, Des-X hacked Desco's implants just to make her paranoid, and now Big Bro is a lying liar who lies...DESCO HAS HAD ENOUGH."

With that, rather than push herself back up into a standing position, Desco simply deploys Usatako and slowly levitates upward, the posture of her child body still slumped over, as if she's a puppet with cut strings.

"FINAL BOSS ARISES!"

She very deliberately excludes Otoha and Sam from the twin beams of destruction, but by the time she's done with her tantrum there's nothing left of Sam's outer wall, just a gaping hole and huge pile of rubble far below.

Otoha backs up as he sees her start to power up, eyes a little wide. He reaches up to pat her gently, trying to calm her.

"D... Desco, that was a little over the top..."

He cringes at the name of "Big Bro". It still hurts, to hear that coming from somebody else besides his sister, but he doesn't even have time to protest that before she suddenly rises in the air and...

Pretty much demolishes a part of his apartment. That was a thing.

Eh, well, he wasn't that attached to it, but he frowns, before trying to pry Otoha's fingers off his neck. His eyes are narrowed, and he doesn't seem nervous anymore, but rather suddenly determined.

"Get OFF! I'm sick and tired of you just coming around to threaten me, so just let me go."

Desco stares at the hole she made, pouting a little, before she comes to a decision and barrels into Otoha and Sam.

"Big Bro, your house is too exposed, so Desco will fly us all somewhere private."

Her red eyes pulse with light through her narrowed lids as she stares up at Sam.

"How can you live in a place like this with holes everywhere, anyway? You should take more pride in your home!"

And with that, the two adults are wrapped in her tentacles as she starts to fly off.

"Someone's had a change of mi -"

And suddenly picked up by Desco. He struggles a little bit, a little angry that he's had to let go of Sam. "Desco!"

This day is just getting better.

He also struggles in Desco's grip, though it's proving to be harder than he thought. God, why can't he just live in peace and not be bothered by crazy guys in suits and little monster girls?

"Desco! DESCO! Just please put me down, I'll explain everything to you later!!"

Desco makes a small noise that sound irritable before touching down on a nearby roof and reluctantly withdrawing her tentacles. Turning around, she floats off a little distance, crosses her arms, and curls up into a floating ball for a good sulk.

Otoha just sighs and shakes his head, looking at Sam. Well, at least he hasn't got anywhere to run.

"Well?"

Your move.

Sam shakes his head, letting out an exasperated sigh, before looking over at Otoha. He sounds annoyed, but whether that's due to his apartment currently missing a wall and him being here or just being here with Otoha in the first place.

"Look. Just...stop it. You've ruined everything." He frowns, before turning away and walking over to where Desco is floating around. "Hey, Desco! Come back here! I told you....I-I'd explain it to you later, okay? I'm sorry!"

The eye on the back of Usatako glares up at Sam as a sulky little voice emanates from within the floating mass of tentacles.

"Either Big Bro lied to Desco, or Big Bro lied to Uncle Otoha. Either way, Big Bro has lost the right to tell Desco what she can call him."

There's a slight pause as a couple of the tentacles slither against each other, opening up just enough of a gap for Desco's child body to pop her head out and scowl up at Sam.

"Desco is very upset with you, Big Bro! Once we are back home Desco expects you to give her lots of hugs!"

...apparently Sam is living with them now or something?

Wait what he did not approve this.

"... He's not a puppy you can take home, Desco. Even if he whines like a kicked one."

The floating ball of tentacles just twists around so that Desco can stare at Otoha.

"Rules are rules, Uncle Otoha! You were mean to a family member, so only Uncle Johnny has veto rights now!"

Hopefully this is one of those rules that was explained in advance?

...probably not.

"Desco, but...ugh...I didn't ask to live with you? Don't I get a say in this?"

I mean, his apartment is now destroyed and all, but really, living with a bunch of people, including one that came to threaten him, is not something he wants at ALL.

He clutches his head and lets out a groan. Wonderful day. Really wonderful.

"What is going on...???"

Otoha reaches out and attempts to grab Desco.

"He's not living in our house. Not unless he can stop lying about obvious things."

Desco scoots out of reach, several of her tentacles hissing.

"How can you say that, Uncle Otoha?! You saw the terrible, broken down hole the corrupternment put Big Bro in! It doesn't even have a wall!"

The ball of tentacles unfurls a little more so Desco can level a crimson claw at Sam.

"You're Desco's beloved Big Bro and she won't let you live in such a terrible place!"

Stop calling him Big Bro, Desco, it really isn't helping- for Sam lets out something between a sob and a whimper and turns away because wow, that's surprisingly painful.

"Y-you're the one who put that hole in my wall, okay? You don't need to choose where I need to live, come on, Desco!"

"You did make the hole in the wall - which we're probably going to have to pay for."

He needs to send out the Johnny distress signal soon. How does he negotiate.

Desco just sort of stares blankly.

"Desco has no idea what you're talking about. It was like that when she got there."

Desco never lies, but she is incredibly good at refusing to acknowledge inconvenient things like facts.

"Sure you don't, Desco."

He rubs his eyes, before going and sitting down on the roof and burying his face in his hands because wow, he does not want to be part of this in any fashion.

"I can't believe this is happening..."

"Will everyone stop dancing around the fucking issue? Kid -" He points his sword at Sam.

"Just tell me what you are. I don't care what it is, I'm just sick of you hiding."

There's no answer.

Sam puts his hands down in his lap, but stares in front of him at nothing in particular, as if having no idea that Otoha is talking to him right now.

Yes, he's giving you the cold treatment.

He's been listening through the roof for a while now and has deemed it necessary to reign in his agitated partner. There's a flurry of bats that comes from one of the windows below and reforms into a man between Otoha and Sam.

He lays a hand on Otoha's blade and smiles at him. "That isn't a very nice way to treat a guest our dear Desco has brought home, is it, Otoha? Perhaps we all need to calm down a bit."

Bats? Sam looks over, looking surprised...but that expression goes away to be replaced by a frown, and he rubs his forehead again as he stands up. He doesn't need any of this. Just leave him alone. Leave him alone.

"Look, that's nice of you and all, but I just want to go and find a place to be by myself, okay? I-I'm just tired of all this..."

He calms very slightly when Johnny appears, but then he has to go and do that. Something in him snaps, and his voice is a snarl.

"I'm just tired of this bullshit. I just want to know what the fuck he's hiding. I'd like to do that without any of these fucking games."

He pulls his sword away from Johnny and glares at Sam, before taking a step back. He needs to put some distance between himself and everyone else right now.

"Why am I hiding anything? Seriously, do you have any evidence for that? No? H-honestly, then what is your problem!?"

His eyes, wide and tearful, look back and forth between Otoha and Johnny. He just looks like a young man who doesn't want to be a part of any of this right now, not a monster who wants to hurt people.

"Seriously...this is impossible. It really is."

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