#hotline miami fanfiction

[cheyrose-13]

Hi there welcome to my page ! 🫶

Recently got back into writing so I figured I'd start taking some requests maybeeee :)

Before we start with a list of people I write for I should probably give a small warning, My account activity *will* vary frequently and I apologize for that.

I don't really have a list set up for stuff I'm not comfortable writing about so if I don't get to your request I may have not felt comfortable writing it, Im inactive, I'm currently writing it or I just haven't gotten to it yet :)

Please do remember though I have the right to delete requests that make me uncomfy 🫶 Anyways the list which will also be updated probably very frequently 💀

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~ My List Of Fandoms

Halloween

Friday The 13th

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Scream

Hotline Miami

Dead By Daylight

The Lost Boys

Saw

Psycho

House of 1000 Corpses / The Devil's Rejects

Resident Evil

House of Wax

Call of Duty

Payday

Grave Encounters

Nightmare On Elm Street

Terrifier

Carrie

Black Christmas

Five Nights at Freddy's

American Psycho

Black Phone

The Crow

Bendy and The Ink Machine

Silent Hill

Chucky

Watch Dogs

Brahms The Boy

IT

Stardew Valley

Supernatural

Stranger Things

Fear Street

Dead Island

Outlast

Also! Please whenever you put in a request PLEASE put the character name and what fandom they're from , some characters have the same names or they're just hard to keep track of. Thank you !

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~ Other Links

My AO3 Will be listed here once it's set up 🫶

I also might put my CA.I account here, and maybe my Wattpad.

Thank you <3

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[crispy-bonnie]

yoo,, can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Bain, Jacket, and Houston hcs for how they would react to their s/o being generally flirty with them specifically even while on heists ? (maybe their reactions for both before and after they're officially dating their s/o if it's not too much trouble?? tyyy :P)

MY TIME HAS COME-

apologies for the fucking radio silence on writing and shit , i’ve been caught up in other stuff to the point where i forget to write more content LMAO

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT UNDER THE CUT . PLEASE BE ADVISED !!

You’re flirtatious — BAIN, JACKET, HOUSTON

Houston

It’d take him a minute to figure out what you were implying, but istg once he does he is a MESS

Houston would be fixing up the van and you’d pass by and say “Nice pants. Can I see what’s in em?”

He would nearly hit his head on the fucking vehicle as he rolls himself out to look at you but you’d be gone lol

Sydney would bring it up too and go “I think you might wanna fix that problem down there mate.”

If you two are dating, he’ll stop what he’s doing and he’ll look for you

Prepare for one hell of a make out session

If you two aren’t dating, he’ll just go back to work and do his damndest not to get distracted by your remarks

If you’re physical with your flirting then oh my god someone please save this man

He would just freeze up and have no clue how to respond, regardless of whether or not you’re dating him

Houston would be just as flustered during heists, loud or stealth.

Dating or not, he’ll try to dismiss your flirting to focus on the heist, but he would ultimately fail

istg this bottom ass mf

If you two are dating, stealth heists would usually end with you having to haul a very flustered Houston back to the van because whoopsies make out session

He does his best to deny that he likes your flirting, but at some point he just gives up lol

Jacket

At first he was very confused like- what the fuck did any of it mean autism moment /j

Eventually Sokol slapped the shit outta him to get him to realize that you were flirting with him

Now whenever you make your remarks, he just goes red as he remembers what it means

He’ll be flustered regardless of whether or not you two are dating

And if you’re physical?

I hope you like cleaning melted Jacket off the floor

If you two are dating, he’ll eventually try to flirt physically as well [if you’re comfortable with it of course]

He’d sneak up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist before nuzzling his face into your neck and leave kisses on it just to make you all flustered 😳

And that’s just one of the things he’ll do

Now if you two aren’t dating, he’ll be a tsundere ass bitch and counter your flirting with empty threats or the middle finger as he attempts to hide his flustered face

During heists, Jacket will try to focus less on the flirting and more on the job at hand, especially if you two are going loud

Whether or not you two are dating, if you chuck a flirty remark at him, he’ll dismiss it and try to get you to focus on what needs to be done

“You’re a pretty hard hitter~ I wonder how hard you’ll be in-”

“Please pay attention.”

Stealth heists are a different story though

He’ll react just as he would if you were flirting with him outside of a heist, and while he does attempt to redirect you to the mission, he doesn’t make a true effort to focus back on it

He’ll especially be flustered if you two are in a cramped or in a blind spot for the guards

If you two are dating…

Good luck.

Bain

This mf

Regardless of whether or not you’re dating him, he’ll 100% flirt back

Usually your flirting would happen during heists since it’s one of the many times that you can actually speak to him

If you two are dating and he allows you to visit him quarters, the flirting would go on for HOURS

It would either end in a steamy make out session or a tickle fight. There is no inbetween and you can’t change my mind

During heists, you would often slip your flirting in when he’s asking you to do or retrieve something

“Guys, the thermal drill, go get it-”

“I’ve got somethin’ you can use your thermal drill on right here hehehe-”

Hoxton in the background just like “GET A ROOM YOU FUCKIN TWATS”

During stealth heists, you two would be flirting with each other non-stop

Like- Bain can’t say anything without you having a good comeback

If you’re alone on the heist, he’ll eventually let himself loose on you, regardless of whether or not you’re dating, and pull the deep rumbly voice card 😳😳

“[H/N], I swear to God, I will personally go down there and tear you apart if you don’t get your ass back on track…unless…that’s what you want me to do~?”

Regardless of whether or not you comply or challenge him, he’ll manage to get you back on task

Mostly because there were guards starting to close in on your hiding spot but still

If you two are dating and you manage to get out of the heist alive,

Expect a visit from Bain sometime soon

[thelocalbozo]

Master Post

Smut=🩷 Fluff=💛 Angst=💔 hurt/Comfort=❤️‍🩹 smut but not=🩵

Payday Writing

Bad hiding spot, Houston x reader—revised🩵

You're not that bad Sokol x Jacket💛

Lovely Little Cafe WolfSeth/HoxBon💛

Why do I feel like this? WolfSeth❤️‍🩹

The Panic Attack WolfSeth❤️‍🩹

The Perfect Tragedy Navimind💔

Mixtape Jacket x Reader💛

PDA WolfSeth💛

"Hangout" Jacket x Reader🩷

Midnight Sky WolfSeth💛

Glitter Bomb my HoxBon💛

Don’t trust anyone WolfSeth/HoxBon pt2💔

Don’t trust English boys WolfSeth/HoxBon pt1💔

RomCom cuddles Wolf x reader💛

Right Word Choice Sokol x reader pt2❤️‍🩹

Bad Word Choice Sokol x reader pt1💔

Bad Hiding Spot Houston x reader🩵

Headcanons

Silly Heister Headcanons

Jacket Headcanons !!

My OC's

Seth Payday Zeora Payday

Rants

Ghost is a softie frfr

Captain Price IS NOT a fucking pedo

[xeniaphilos]

ok so now it's time to finish writer's marathon which I was supposed to finish 2 years ago spent the whole evening in Google Maps yesterday trying to figure out how to describe Miami suburbs🥴

[forevercactu]

if ao3 got more life is strange fanfiction than hotline miami im fucking exploding their servers. i need some explosive violence if its the case

[sennamybeloved]

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[ol-blue]

This dosent have a title but WOAH touch starved Jacket be upon yee!!!

cross posted to AO3

words: 1250

beta reader: @catboybilly thanks again for reading this :3 you’re poggers

fic under the cut

Jacket was never good with people touching him. It was something subconscious. He’d lean away without thinking. He never craved being touched, he never wanted anyone close. He kept to himself, tended to his own wounds and worries, he didn't ask for help from anyone, much to Dallas’ displeasure. The mastermind would tell him not to be a stranger to his fellow heisters “we’re all working together aren't we?”. Jacket was still reclusive, only offering friendly waves to few. One of said few was John Wick the Hitman of the group.  John seemed to respect Jacket's quietness, “in our line of work, silence is golden” John had said, fiddling with a continental coin. Jacket only nodded, hoping John saw the small movement.

Jacket only got more reclusive and cold at the addition of Sokol- Falcon - a Russian solo heister, and ex-hockey player. Sokol had a deep distrust of Jacket, Jacket was apathetic towards Sokol, he couldn't care less that Sokol wanted him dead. Sokol could hate him; he wasn't leaving the gang anytime soon. They had gotten into fights, physical, not like Jacket could get into a verbal fight anyways, little negligible scuffs. Bodi, who had the displeasure of sharing the safe house basement with the two bird-themed heisters, never reported the fights to Dallas or Bain.

Dallas wasn't shy about the fact he wanted them to stop fighting, mostly for the fact their talents would work well together. Jacket knew Dallas was worried Sokol would have enough and put a bullet through Jacket, he silently had the same worry. Even if they didn't go out on heists together everyone still had their pistols on their hips, always available if needed. Sokol could easily kill Jacket while he was asleep.

They largely ignored each other, Jacket would kick back the occasional puck that invaded the 80’s themed hideout.  Sokol would mumble ‘thank you’ just loud enough for Jacket to hear. Over the months of dealing with each other Sokol got less defensive being near Jacket’s hangout when the hesiter was present, it seems Sokol's guard went down even a touch.

It was raining, Jacket sat in the backyard, the rain was calming even if he might get a cold from sitting in it so long. His eyes hyper-tuned to any movement saw Sokol before he wanted to be seen. Sokol sat down next to the mystery of a man. They shared a quiet moment, “why don't you hate me” heavily accented and slurred Sokol asked the question. Jacket shrugged as if to respond his hand reached for his tapes, only to find nothing. He emptied his pockets before the impromptu trip in the rain. To communicate this Jacket pointed at the sky and opened his hand. “oh right, the rain.” Sokol sputtered “you can't ‘talk’” he sighed.

Jacket wrote a note to Sokol the following day, leaving it in his hockey gym to be found later. The note was simple, vague, not giving anything that could be used against him. But it answered the few questions Sokol had asked, usually while wiping Jacket's blood off his knuckles.

Sokol had approached him, Jacket braced for a punch to the face, quick and simple but instead, a legal pad had been pressed into his hands. He found himself sitting on his couch ‘talking’ to Sokol, Sokol talked -prodded. Pressed. curiosity killed the bird, ripped off his wings- Jacket was trying to keep up with writing, his handwriting was terrible but Sokol seemed to understand it well enough. Jacket passing the inoffensive yellow notes like torn pages in some angsty book. Jacket couldn't look at Sokol, pushing the torn notes just in his general direction. He didn't want to see the disgust on the Grinder's face. Once Sokol decided he was done he thanked Jacket and walked out of the hangout.

Things went smoothly after that, they spent more time together, playing games and talking. Jacket was glad, mostly because it meant no more bloody noses, scrubbing his blood out of his namesake was tougher than he remembered. once they did not want to rip each other's throats out was reported to Dallas they got put on a heist together, just an H&T. Sokol felt a little annoyed at this downgrade, he was better than this, better than fucking Harvest & trustees. Jacket didn't mind, money is money, blood is blood.

the heist went off without a hitch, of course, it was a Harvest & Trustees, they’d be a real embarrassment to mess that one up.

It was a few days after the heist, wounds were healing, a large bruise Jacket got on his ribcage stung like a bitch. they were on Jackets couch watching whatever was on the small retro tv, they sat close together hips almost touching. Nether minded or made a comment, the cheap vodka they were sharing dulled everything, made everything warm and fuzzy. That's how Jacket explained away the feeling in his chest when he looked over at Sokol, it was just the alcohol, not anything else. He could repeat that to himself until it stuck. Sokol’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders, he’d been a lot more touchy since they patched things up. Sokol would playfully slap Jacket’s back, and mess with his hair if they were standing next to each other. Little things, Jacket didn't mind.

Sokol looked handsome like this, the tv cast a soft glow onto his steel-gray eyes. Jacket found himself giving more attention to the Grinder than whatever was playing. He was just enchanting. Jacket was snapped out of his daze by Sokol giggling “what are you staring at?” the heavily accented words bore no venom, it was just a playful jab at the blond. Jacket huffed and turned his face away hoping his face wasn't red. “Hey,” Sokol said, it sound like more of a disappointed whine. His hand came to Jacket's cheek, tugging so they were facing each other again

It felt natural when Sokol leaned in and kissed Jacket. Jacket was surprised but kissed back, the alcohol was messing with both of them he presumed. Jacket bore a small crush on Sokol, he had for a little bit now, he wondered if the kiss was one of drunken ideas or meant the crush was returned. Jacket took the opportunity to card his fingers through Sokols usually slicked back auburn hair, his hair was unsurprisingly soft, and even a bit fluffy not under the confines of gel. Sokol hummed into the kiss, pulling Jacket nearly into his lap.

Sokol broke the kiss, panting and giddy he pressed his forehead against Jackets, mumbling something in slurred English, Russian, or a mix of both. Jacket didn't know why yearning set deep into his chest, it was burning and biting. He bit the bullet and laced his arms around Sokol’s torso, evading his grey eyes while doing so. Sokol only took a second to return the hug, bone-crushing and warm. Jacket nuzzled his face into Sokol's neck. Breathing a sigh, it felt nice. Sokol timidly stroked Jackets back, like he was a feral unpredictable tomcat. Jacket felt his eyes droop, he fought thinking embarrassing to fall asleep in his friend's arms.

Sokol prodded the blond gently, “Jacket?” he whispered, Jacket lifted his head in response, bemused and droopy-eyed. Sokol sighed affectionately, cuddling the blond closer. mumbling “silly” under his breath. “You’re cute” Sokol cooed, Jackets face burned hotter than white-hot iron. Jacket smiled, a wide uncharastic smile that made his face ache.

[milesthebrokenboy]

Fanfiction Requests

Hello,

I write fanfiction for a bunch of weird shit fandoms and ships and I would like to write more but I have little ideas and too many fandoms so I would like to reach out for requests of people, because my smooth brain doesnt know how to make ideas.

Fandoms I write for:

Far Cry 3

Far Cry 5

All of the Assassin Creeds up until Brotherhood (Don’t ask me questions)

Overwatch

Resident Evil (All of them because of reasons)

Dead Island

Hotline Miami

Payday and Payday 2

Dead by Daylight

Most DC Comic Stuff

Tokyo Ghoul

FLCL 

All of the Naruto Series

General Deadpool things from Comics

Venom and general contents

Rainbow Six Siege

Saints Row

Ect.

(There are more but again smooth brain...)

If you have ideas or fandoms you need people to write stuff for please let me know and I will research what I can and develop content. If you got stuff on the stupid list I made even better because I’m garbage for those. 

I write gay stuff normally, but I can write basically anything if you have an idea of what you need. 

Hmu on here or on discord by: Gay Boy in da Pool for da Day#0937

Give my little gremlin hands some ideas!

[aethkai]

headcanon numero uno (Hotline Miami + Payday 2)

SHIT I FORGOT I NEED TO DO SOME HEADCANONS SORRY SCHOOL HAS BEEN A BITCH HGSJHDAksgjok this topic is gonna be,,,,

[If (character) was your roommate]

(I know there isn’t all of the Hotline Miami/Payday 2 characters but bare with me cries)

(Hotline Miami/Hotline Miami 2)

Biker:

- He would throw pillows at you here and there, even if you didn't expect it. You would grab it and whack it him with the pillow harder.

 - You kind of push him off the bed, couch, wherever. It's kind of hilarious how he wakes up and screams.

 - Biker tends to smack cheese on your head and you just-

 - [smacks cheese on his head] - "."  - "WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH ALL THESE CHEE-"

- jacket wakes up and tells you two to shut the fuck up in sign language.

You still horseplay around with him like siblings.

Jacket:

- Man, this guy is so weird that you don't even know what his bad side is like 

- You would like- tap this guy's shoulder and ask him what he’s doing. He could usually be playing video-games such as rhythm games, violent shoot-em-ups, or maybe even peaceful games to keep his mind off things.

- Expect pizza.

Expect it.

If he eats pizza, you eat pizza with him and that’s by law. 

- You two are eventually best friends although he doesn’t talk much.

The Son:

- god u hate this son of a bitch but at the same time u don’t want him to go

- Your day goes off by your favorite snacks being gone. 

- Then, eventually, you noticed your stuff was missing like pens, pencils, you name it.

-eventuallyyounoticedhestoleeverythinglikeyourgirl/boy/signifcantotherandshit

- what is this dudes problem

- When he came back home, you confronted him about the problems today and he just gave off a simple roll of the eyes and a shrug.

- You couldn’t do anything about it but whack him hard with a pillow.

- A pillow fight has begun and ended at 2 am in the morning.

- I guess you can say it went well...

(Payday 2)

Sokol:

This poor boy is so cold yet he doesn’t mind it pls give him a blanket oh lord

- You always try to talk to him in poor Russian, but he doesn’t mind because he knows that you’re trying your best and not mocking him.

- He would give you a small little wave here and there, still not speaking...

- You were always curious about him because he was always silent to you but not to others like his friends and such. You wonder if he has something against you. 

- Because of that, you decided to go to his side of the room and see his equipment of hockey gear and sticks, even his team shirt or such.

- You leave him and his stuff alone until you were stopped by him speaking out, “Hey, it’s late. What are you still doing up?”

“O-Oh nothing I was just, uh- cleaning the parts around here-”

- “No you weren’t, something is bothering you about me?”

- “I mean- yeah kind of. You barely talk to me. Is something wrong?”

- “...I barely talk to you because I’m too shy to talk to you.”

- Once you heard that, both of you started talking more and more and get to know each other better!

Hoxton:

- You hate his behavior sometimes because it is either grumpy or just plain rude. 

- but at the same time, you’re scared to confront this man jeeesus

- You eventually did and just- expected the same thing. More grumpiness. However, it soon stopped after you kept confronting him about it.

- Sooner or later, out of nowhere, he starts to apologize.

- You would tell him that it’s fine and that is was nothing, you excused it as work may be stressing him out or some sort.

- He has been venting to you later after that, showing the stuff he has been hiding and making him feel that way.

- Telling him that you will always be there for him makes him a bit happier.

Sydney:

Sydney is off the shits and nobody can disagree with me.

- You two are like siblings almost- soul mates? I don’t know- what I am trying to say is that you both like to watch burning stuff go down to the ground OR you just like to peacefully draw and talk.

- She is like your art therapist, it’s amazing.

- If someone was bothering you severely, she would most likely find where they live with some of Joy’s or Bain’s help and splash their house with eggs. - Moral of story, do not fuck with Sydney’s friends

[aloetech]

Hotline Miami: Ceasefire AU

[Chapter 1- A temporary agreement]

When the Columbians get cocky and pick a fight with 50 Blessings as well as the Russian mafia, steps are taken for both groups to undergo a temporary truce for one purpose; to drive the Columbian cartel out of Miami for good.

And thus, a dramatic string of events is set in motion.

I FINALLY GOT OFF MY ASS AND WROTE THE FIRST CHAPTER

Basically this is a big ass AU where the Russian mafia and 50 Blessings start working together to get rid of the Columbian cartel who are causing problems for both of them, also enlisting the help of the local subway gang.

This is literally just for the purposes of having characters interact that shouldn't be able to interact. And also piling some angst on Jacket later but shh.

Anyway, the first chapter is here, enjoy!:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21018278/chapters/49988720

[cheyrose-13]

Cover for my Jacket fic 🫶 I both love and hate it I might change it 💀

Anywho April Showers Bring May Flowers on Wattpad, later going to be put on AO3 ^^

Might post the prologue or something sometime

[crispy-bonnie]

Maybe some jacket x fem reader fluff 👉👈🥺

bet i actually had a jacket x reader fluff piece somewhere in my drafts , but i never got around to actually writing it . so i'll just use that prompt lol

Jacket's Jacket - JACKET X READER

"Huh...that's weird." Wolf muttered to himself as he averted his gaze from the gadget he was working on, in which his speak pulled Wick out of his thoughts.

"What's weird?" Wick inquired, raising a brow as he gave Wolf a curious look.

"Jacket...isn't wearing his jacket." Wolf answered, his befuddled look morhping into one of cringe. "I...wish he put it back on."

Unfortunately for Wolf, Jacket wouldn't be able to get the said piece of clothing back. He couldn't seem to find his signature jacket anywhere. He had already hounded Aldstone about it, as he made the mistake of letting the butler wash it since it was practically soaked in muck.

Of course, this time around, Jacket couldn't find it anywhere, and he was already going crazy about it. His fists were curled to the point where his knuckles were going white, and his face was flustered with anger. He's been angry before, but this is the first time the heisters have ever seen him visibly angry. Not even Sokol had the balls to make any remarks to him whilst he stomped by.

It was a strange sight for the safe house to see Jacket without his jacket, but it was also a sign that they probably shouldn't agitate him further. The one person who would’ve been able to calm him down was his partner. His partner? You.

You had to go on a heist, a stealth one to be specific, but you had to go to a place that was very cold, plus the heist was apparently urgent. You ended up grabbing a random coat out of Aldstone’s finished laundry pile, and that coat just so happened to be Jacket’s.

Fortunately, you were just arriving back at the safe house, but you weren’t expecting to be stared at by Sydney and Houston as you hopped out of the back of the van. The staring continued, this time by other heisters. You were rather uncomfortable because of the fact, but your attention was pulled away from that when you heard the sounds of an all-too-familiar Russian… pleading for mercy?

“ПОЖАЛУЙСТА! I don’t know where it is, я клянусь!”

You started your way down the stairs towards the safe house basement, the sounds of Sokol’s cries and begs for whoever it was to let him go getting louder.

“Erm… is everything okay in he-” You paused, your face paling upon seeing teal-shirted sociopath gripping tightly onto the now crumpled shirt collar of the poor Russian hockey player. You’ve seen Sokol pick fights with Jacket, sure, but never the other way around. “Woah woah! Hey! What the hell is going on in here!?”

Jacket’s head snapped towards you, his eyes filled with a glaring rage as he stared at you with nearly murderous intent. Recognizing his jacket, he was ready to run at you and choke you to death with the aforementioned clothing. However, he stopped, now registering that it was you wearing his jacket.

His cheeks flushed a bright red, his mind blanking on him as he let go of Sokol. He didn't even notice the loud groan that was elicited from the Russian man, as his attention was now on you. You were just about to help Sokol up, only to find yourself unable to move. Why? Well, Jacket had rushed up to you and trapped you in a tight hug.

He had his face buried into the crook of your neck, holding you close as if he were a child with his comfort plush. You were honest to god adorable to him whilst wearing his jacket, but the sheer fact that you were wearing it had his heart fluttering. Did you find it comfy? Did it make you feel nice? He wanted to know all of these things, but he couldn't bring his hands to get his tape recorder or sign this to you.

"Jacket I-" You were just about to try and bring his attention towards the fact that Dallas had come down to the basement to try and speak to him, but Jacket swept you off your feet...literally. He hoisted you into a princess carry before retreating to his hangout for a cuddle session.

The others just stared, most with confused expressions as they glanced at each other. Dallas let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in disappointment and relief as he muttered:

"At least he didn't kill Sokol..."

[davemckill]

looks like i put more effort in penny than jacket

based on my fanfiction(HotlineMiamixRWBY) on ch.9 wattpad.com/story/133048873-miami-to-remnant

[thelocalbozo]

Requests Open !! Commissions Open !!

Inbox: 0

Drafts: 3

PLEASE READ !!

What I will write

Fluff

Angst

Smut

Hurt/Comfort

Canon x Canon

Reader x Canon

OC x Canon [if of course I'm showed/told what your character is like]

What I won't write

Romanticizing problematic things [S/A, incest, abuse, ect.]

IRL people x IRL people

OC x OC [excluding my OC's]

Fandoms I am in

Payday 2

Creepy pasta

Hotline miami

FNAF

Call of duty

[goofywhatareyoudoing]

Goofy’s Gone (Hotline Miami fic)

Based on the final mission of Hotline Miami 2, the son’s demise.

“We did it! A-hyuck!” Goofy kicked back and plopped his feet on the coffee table in front of him. “I gotta call Max!” Goofy pulled out his cell phone and began dialing a number he had memorized. He heard someone breathing but Goofy went along anyway. “You should really swing by for a minute Maxxie! We got a great amount of loot and some good times to be had!” It was silent for quite sometime. “...hello?.... anyone there?” After no response Goofy simply hung up the phone and tossed it onto the ground ignoring his men’s looks. Leaning back into the couch Goofy sighed and took a pill from the pile next to him, quickly he leaned his head back and swallowed it whole.

The effects didn’t take long and he was already feeling a buzz in his head. By the second pill one of his men advised against him taking any more only to be hurt by the sight of Goofy popping a third pill. The rush was starting and by the fourth pill everything went white! when his sight returned he noticed he was alone and the colors became more vibrant. Quickly feeling his throat turning dry he ran to the sink turning on all the faucets and trying his hardest to gulp down water. Water coated the counter tops and the floor beneath his feet. Goofy caught his breath and turned to see one of his men talking in a tongue he did not know, the room began to shake violently until he blinked and found a shot gun in his hands along with a trail of blood leading down the hall.

Following the blood Goofy gulped nervously and was too terrified to scream when he noticed his men with they’re heads on fire!

“GORSH FELLAS! I’LL PUT YA OUT!” Goofy fired the shot gun blowing off his men’s heads and putting out the flames. Running through the rooms he put them out one by one. Taking a quick breather Goofy entered the next room to a violent scene of a bear consuming the dead bodies of his men right before him. Upon hearing the door the bear spun around with a roar and chased after the now sprinting Goofy. A good few dodges here and there allowed for Goofy to grab a nearby golf club to bash in the bear’s skull. What the fuck was going on?! Running down a hall Goofy saw four of his men open bags of money and swallow a pill of the same drug he had taken. A white flash once more and all of his men were covered in bullet holes. “I-I gotta get a grip!” Goofy exclaimed only to scream as he was sucked into a dark portal.

Opening his eyes he heard a screech and instantly snatched the gun up from the floor of the elevator he was in. At least he thought it was an elevator, ground with two windows and two walls. Looking left and right he shook with fright as a flying zebra zoomed towards him only giving him a second to dodge and fire his pistol tearing her in two!

Blinking a few more times and Goofy was now back in the building! Running down some hallways and through different doors he was once again shocked to see some type of giant creatures walking around in suits with three headed dogs! Quickly Goofy grabbed the nearest weapon and put as many holes into the creatures as he could, two had almost grabbed and ripped his head off but the old Goof was too fast and strong for that! Taking care of those monsters he started down a hallway only to see it turn into darkness with a river of blood beneath him. On top of a pile of dead bodies was some shot gun shells for him to reload, but as he do so he spotted a giant flying tiger start gliding towards him! Goofy had almost dropped the shells but opted for only loading one and blowing the tiger into bits only to see it vanish into light as the shell went right through him! Goofy’s heart was slowly calming down and he took his time heading up to the roof for some fresh air. On his way he picked up a fire axe as he saw two giant geese flying around in the sky.

Goofy twirled the axe in his hands with his teeth in a snarling manor.

“Alright you fucking birds! Come get a piece of this here Goof!”The two birds collided and became one giant two headed goose! One had razor sharp teeth that would whurr like a chainsaw whilst the other shot fire balls out of it’s mouth! With a cry of rage Goofy leap into action quickly cutting the throat of the chainsaw head and dodging as many fire balls as he could. Only being struck by one allowed Goofy to use the last of his energy to cut the top half of the goose’s head off.

A gate appeared on the edge of the roof. Goofy lifted his head returning his hat to the top of it before returning to his feet.

“Val-fucking-hallah..” He mumbled slowly taking his time to open the gate and cross over onto the rainbow bridge....

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Richard’s Questions #2- Hotline Miami 2 x Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Voldemort makes his way out of the shrieking shack. The place is empty, the streets are empty, and moonlit. No one dares to be near Lord Voldemort when he is so angry, not even Bellatrix Lestrange. Snape was another name in the long list of people he has slayed in his bid for wizard domination. He has the elder wand, the strongest ever. With his skill, he is undefeatable. No one can kill him.

But what stands in the middle of the moonlit street, letterman jacket, jeans, and Vans shoes, wrapped hands and baseball bat resting lazily on the shoulder, is something else. The rooster mask is perfectly clean, and so is the bat, because Richard does not need to create the balance of death here. Voldemort and his army of Death eaters has taken care of that. Voldemort stops eight feet away. Richard stands out compared to the rest of the scenery yet melds into the darkness. Tonight, the bat has no intention to take a life. Richard comes just as a messenger, a warning of impeding doom.

“Who are you? Reveal yourself!” Voldemort snarls. He does not raise the wand to end the one standing in front of him, because he does not know what it is. Muggle? Wizard? or a mythical creature? Can it be killed? Does it pose any threat to the Dark Lord?

“I’m the one who asks the questions.” Richard speaks, the beak moves, and the eyes blink. There is a silence. Time seems to stand still. Voldemort’s control over the situation crumbles

Voldemort says nothing. If he cannot kill this thing, he will not allow it answers.

“This ‘plan’ you’re executing... you know how it ends?” Richard says after closing the distance and standing side to side with the terrible wizard. Voldemort feels he has zero authority over the Rooster.

Voldemort remains silent.

“I believe there's a pretty big twist at the end. I doubt you'll like it. In fact, I don't think anyone on your side will... Maybe you ought to get out before it's too late?” Richard says, trying to knock sense into the Lord, trying to show him the gravity of the situation.

“I don’t think so.” Voldemort replies for the first time.

“You really enjoy hurting other people, don’t you?” Richard says, his voice still devoid of quality.

“They’re just Muggles and puny Wizards!” Voldemort turns to the rooster and snarls.

“ ‘Just Muggles and puny wizards’ huh? That’s one way to look at it.” Richard says and walks away towards somewhere behind him. Voldemort does not look back because to look back would be to show cowardice. The Lord walks away into the darkness, the robes billowing behind him.