#xave is such a shithead

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Okay, so here is an idea I have that I'm super stoked for!

So the gods are discussing random things, Akuma goes on about murdering the other proxies and Enid just kinda rolls her eyes and disregards her. Then suddenly she gets an idea. She loves to gamble a bit and so she wanted to make a bet with Zalgo, since Zalgo was talking about Amber and how powerful she is with his powers. So Zalgo and Enid make a bet, they each choose a proxy to fight on another. So Enid picks Anni, and Zalgo picks Amber, thinking that Anni would stand no chance with Zalgo's influence.

So Anni and Amber just duel it out and everyone is watching, the gods, the other proxies from both sides, and maybe even Royce. So Anni is getting beat up, as usual and she is managing to stand her ground enough to not get killed but Zalgo is just eating that up and is convinced he's going to win the bet, but suddenly Amber's little powers start to wear off and Enid just gives Zalgo the biggest smirk of the century and Anni kills Amber at the end of the fight, winnning and Royce and the others are just standing there....like wow....

(feel free to add anything, change anything, or ask any questions if you have any about the fic or Enid!)

[ Tempting fate. || simp party. ]

Warnings: Violence, slight gore.

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict

A/N: Dayum- I wrote way more than I had expected LOL. The fact I'd only do this much oc writing for the beloved simp party members.

Word count: 3,229

"Are you seriously worried about your one proxy?" Akuma slammed her fist onto the large circular table, and successfully startled the large man infront of her— the snow-haired man got incredibly startled. He was extremely afraid of this insane pink-haired woman, that devilish smirk that constantly tugged at her lips only further indented dear into his body.

"Xaverius is the only proxy I have— and he has his whole life ahead of him. I just want to ensure that he's safe." Damon's eyes were concealed by the white hair in front of his face, nearly hiding his emotions from the world. Snowflakes dangled from his fingertips, and little bits of ice inhabited his pale skin, his sapphire eyes flickering back to Akuma, who continued to smile at him.

"Oh please— I kill my proxies off whenever they become useless to me. That's what you're supposed to do." Akuma leaned in the palm of her gloved hand boredly, already exasperated from the talk of empathy. Akuma stopped and looked up at Damon with a snarl that had turned into a smile. She laughed a bit and fiddled with her hands, picking at the candy on the table as she licked her lips. Slowly, her pink eyes stared up at Damon once again, making another shiver go up his spine with unease, "You can't let yourself fall victim to such human emotions. It's so…pathetic"

Enid's eyes rolled upon seeing the woman on the other side of the table being eccentric. She put her wine glass down and clasped her hands together, leaning forward on the table with her elbows resting against it. Zalgo narrowed his eyes as he fumbled with his fingers, his movements becoming slightly erratic— smirking at her.

"So, as I was saying— Amber has exceeded my expectations. Her status in the arena is nearly flawless, and she kills people without any sort of problem. If I'm being honest, it's quite pleasant to see this finally happening, after all I've had her train for the longest time." Zalgo smirked, settling his chin on top of his clasped hands, "I'm confident that she could kill any one of those God-forsaken Slender-proxies. They often interfere with my work anyways." 

"Kill any of them you say?" Enid clasped her hands together, leaning forward as her ruby eyes glistened, clear excitement washing over her face, "Well in that case, how about a little wager, hmm?" She traced her fingertips onto the rim of the wine glass, a little smirk tugging at her lips— her eyes sparking with mischief.

"Oh? Another one?" Zalgo every nerve is on edge at her mischievous interaction. He feels like this every time he talks to this strange deity— but it was intriguing every time. "I have a feeling this will be interesting. Go on, I'm listening." Zalgo leaned over in front of her and poured a small bit of wine in her pristine wine glass in front of her. 

Enid looked up at him and saw the amusement written across his face. She soon huffed and smiled, knowing it was now or never with how he peered down at her Taking the glass, she gripped it in her fingers, "In the arena, let's see how talented that Amber you keep boasting about— let's see what she's truly capable of, against the proxy of my choosing." 

"And that proxy is?" He questioned.

Enid struggled to hide a stale face and managed to put on a poker-face, setting the wine glass back down onto the table. Zalgo set the glass of wine he poured in front of her and she took it, sipping on it, "Anni."

"Interesting choice." Zalgo lifted his glass and nodded at Enid in thanks for the friendly invitation and gesture. The two toasted their glasses together, clinking the glasses together, "May the best win!"

— . — . —

The crowd of entities below the Gods, roared with cheers at such a velocity that it echoed throughout the entire arena, the demons all simultaneously gathering to see the fight between two famous proxies— they began chanting for the fight between them to start. Zalgo set his chin on top of his already intertwined hands, his lip started to pull up in that wicked, devilish smirk that could make cold chills run down anyone's spine. He was confident Amber would win against whatever the little human had to offer.

Edin— the temptress of fate herself, awaiting to see what this proxy was truly capable of. She took the glass and put the rim to his mouth, tilting some of the wine into her lips. Her face remained as a poker-face turned to as she put the glass down. Everyone of the Gods on the balcony watched in silence and anticipation as Edin swallowed the alcohol, a little twitch at the corner of her mouth. Every single of the Gods were present during this fight, judgmentally viewing this battle of the ages from their designated seats above, with sharp observational eyes—  Despite Slenderman's seemingly steady voice, he was obviously anything but pleased. The malice was evident in his aura, and his temper was loosening by the minute. He had hoped Anni wouldn't lose against this pathetic Zalgoid, it would be such an embarrassment to his reputation amongst the Gods.

Down in the arena bleachers below, stood the many proxies, awaiting in anticipation to see who was going to win. 

The Gigglers all twitched violently, they barely could manage to keep still in such conditions while the five of them were tearing apart human flesh— just so they could be kept from interfering the fight in any way. Meanwhile, the calmest Giggler of them all, stood quietly, her emotionless ruby-colored eye observing the scene in front of her— awaiting to see what would happen.

The Slenderman proxies all anxiously watched in pure distress of the situation in front of them— especially Varrick. Varrick held his breath, feeling sweat drip down the side of his neck, fearing the possible consequences of such a vicious fight. Masky glided a gloved hand to Varrick's shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly— they often had their differences, but they shared a mutual worry for Anni's well-being. While they were reasonably worried— the Zalgo proxies watched distinctively.

Royce crossed his arms, anxiously biting the inside of cheek. He didn't like coming in contact with his ex-girlfriend, or even watching her in her fights. He crossed his arms, stuffing fries into his mouth, "I hope that Slenderman proxy beats her ass."

"My my, angry are we?" Xaverius' democratic grin juxtaposed the venom he threw, it's rancid and acidic, burning Royce act to a sludge, leaving him in shame. And before he could even reply to his passive-aggressive undertone, Xaverius interrupted him— something he was known for, "You can't possibly be thinking about Amber, it's been almost a year, Royce. I thought you'd be able to get over it," Xaverius flicked one of the crumbs that tumbled from one of the fries, into Royce's face with judgemental behavior.

"Fuck off." Royce mumbled through a face stuffed full of fries, "The hell are you doing here anyways? I thought you were too high and mighty to watch other proxies fight."

"I am. But, I thought this would be fun. Being the strongest means easier and more boring fights. I need something to entertain me once in a while," Xaverius looked to be around Royce's age, probably in his early twenties. The proportions of his face were perfect, nicely framed by his white hair that fell loosely around his face. He was ridiculously tall to the point that he had to lower his head just to taunt Royce— who had been sitting down and angrily munching on fast food. "Thought maybe I could find someone that would be capable of being entertaining,"

Xaverius did not miss how Royce's eyes narrowed ever so slightly when he revealed his intentions. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough for him to recognize the emotion on his face. Royce wasn't usually so aggressive— but Xave could be so annoying at times. Both of them instantly shut their mouths upon the start of the fight, the thousands of gathered crowd becoming quiet when Zalgo stood up. The rusted gate was reeled up by the demonic guards, hurriedly doing so— 

Arriving from the first gate, Amber had a Chesire-like grin carved onto her face— demon horns poking from her head and absolutely bathed in the cheers the crowds had been shooting at her. Her eyes traveled up, looking up at the blue sky, eyes squinting slightly the two blood suns glinted at her from her peripheral vision. It was midday and Anni already felt like going to bed, she was exhausted and her body felt heavy, and she was feeling the absolute heat crackle into her veins.

Roars from the crowd erupted as Anni entered, and she could feel the burning gazes of Zalgo and Enid staring down at her— but none matched the look Amber had been giving her. Anni narrowed her eyes, tightening her grasp along her blade,

"Bring it on you ugly whore!" Anni shouted— and the crowd cheered, loving her energetic behavior. Royce chuckled.

The demon screamed with rage and lunged towards Anni, grabbing her by the neck and slamming her into the wall behind her. Anni coughed out and Amber grabbed her arm and threw her across the arena once again, this time, into a window. Anni fell face first to the dirty floor as glass erupted from the window and plunged onto her body. She felt the sharp incisions clutter her hands as she tried to protect her head the best she could. Her face flicked up when she heard a low growl sound from the throat of the ghost, seeing her on the approach once again, 

"You gotta do better than that!" Anni groaned as she tried to stand to her feet, feeling the hard hands of the demon grabbing onto her shirt once again. With all Amber's strength, she let out a blood curdling wail and hurled Anni over the ground into the arena wall. The wall nearly faltered under Anni's weight and she exploded onto the other arena wall with a loud thud, skidding across the ground and coming to a stop, as rubble slammed itself onto her face. She hissed through her lips and her mouth gaped open to try and suck air into her lungs, but the force she experienced knocked the wind out of her. Zalgo smirked, his eyes leering towards Enid, while she continued to watch the fight with a stoic expression. 

"Anni!" Varrick's voice was frantic, and jagged around the edges when he gripped the arena rails— you could tell from his voice that he was both furious, and worried— the slow snarl before the biting and the lock of the jaw before he began glaring at her opponent. It took every ounce of patience in himself to not just jump in there, and fight in her place. 

Varrick's shouts echoed through Vince's ears as he turned his head, seeing his lips moving and his strong arms holding his brother back from jumping into the arena. Varrick ripped away from his grasp, and Vince sighed, "She'll be okay. Just trust her." 

Power pulses through Amber's nervous system, allowing her to accumulate her immense strength, her legs breaking into a brisk run— charging towards Anni with the immediate intention to kill. Anni sat motionless against the wall of the arena, with a blood-stained shirt draping over her shoulders. Her outgrown brown hair was cascading over her eyes, though her vision narrowed and focused. However, it was then that Anni realized her ears were ringing, it was such a high pitch ring that she hadn't recognized it at first. As the pitch began to fade little by little, the sound of familiar yelling started to form, it was barely audible, and it sounded gurgled almost as if it were underwater— but it was enough to get Anni to move.

"ANNI!" Cassie screamed, pushing off of Vince's grasp, and dangerously climbing onto the rails of the arena, "KICK. HER. ASS!" The young girl finally cussed— and it sounded as if she were mimicking Varrick.

Anni manages to snap her eyes open upon hearing the youthful girl she held dear to her, and realized she wasn't going to let herself die today. The crowd roared immensely when she shakingly pushed herself off the ground, and onto her feet— 

"Come on Anni! Don't let her take you down, you're tougher than that!" Anni's ears perked at the sound of Vince's voice calling out to her. 

"You really don't want to mess with me right now Anni; I'm not in the mood for your bullshit." Amber sneered.

"Neither am I anymore." Anni retorted before latching her free hand on Amber's extended arm. She turned and shoved her knee as hard as she could into her gut, Amber's breath escaping  her mouth with a choke and her deadly grasp on Anni's Wrist faded. Amber wrapped her arms around her hurting stomach and Anni wrapped her forearms around her neck, turning, and flipping Amber over her shoulder. 

Anni ran forward and shoved her foot against the chest of the large demonic woman, her feet stumbling back from the sheer force of Anni's  weight. Anni pressed forward once again but doubled back when Amber reached for her out of nowhere. Her hand jumped out and slashed her knife across Amber's face— the Zalgo proxy just barely missing the hit. Anni shoved all her weight forward, Amber slamming to the ground under her strength. 

Amber ran at her again and Anni kneed her in the

stomach, feeling her hands gripping her jacket once again as Amber slammed her against the dirt. Anni wriggled her foot into her opponent's stomach and kicked her as hard as she could, sending the demon careening through the air.

Anni feet scrambled to get her back upright

and Amber was swift to beat her at her own game, gripping her large hand around her throat and digging her fingernails greedily into Anni's pale skin. Anni latched onto her wrist and squeezed as tightly as she could to pry Amber off, but she knew that there wouldn't be a possibility. Thinking fast, Anni bent her arm and with nothing but blunt force, her elbow crashed down against Amber's forearm and snapped the bone. 

The demon's hand released her and she stepped back, watching Amber grip her now burning arm and stare at her hatefully. Her chest bounced up and down in pants, her icy eyes turning dark, "I'm getting sick of your shit, Anni." Amber's eyes flicked black once again, Anni narrowing her eyes in disgust at what Amber was.

Anni threw all her body weight into her fist and Amber blocked it with her broken forearm, kneeing her in the gut and knocking the breath from her lungs. She growled and felt a tingle between her shoulders when she shoved her elbow down on her back; her legs kicked her forward and she tackled her to the ground. Anni's legs gripped Amber's sides tightly as she sat on her chest, her arm reaching back and sending an unrelenting force of brutal strength into Amber's face.

Over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. The crowd winced.

Finally giving Amber what she deserved, the palm of Anni's hand rested against the demon's disordered face and she gritted her teeth, focusing all her energy into her hand. Amber plunged her knife into the front of Amber's head, twisting it, and popping it back out of her skull. Blood stained her hands and as she looked up to where the Gods sat, she could see a slight disturbance in Zalgo's demeanor upon witnessing her actions. Anni felt Amber's head go limp in the tight grip of her hand, along with her body, and Anni dropped her face. Her legs shakily pushed her feet under her and back to the familiar upright position, the crowd absolutely roaring, screeching her name. 

Amber landed on his back with a loud thud and the two proxies who watched— both Royce and Xaverius— stared in awe, their mouths dropped and their eyes wide. Royce even choked on his fries, desperately trying to get the food out of his windpipe while he continued to watch in shock. "Holy shit— did that Slenderman proxy just fuck up Amber?" Xave leaned in, this human girl certainly caught his interest.

"Damn.." Royce mumbled, watching the auburn-haired girl take down his shitty ex. Like Xaverious, his interest peaked at this moment. "What's her name again? Anni?" Royce didn't say a word as he was still a bit shocked, his eyes trailing down to the bloodied human-proxy.

"I think I might fight this chick," Xaverius mumbled a bit. The twitch in his lips crack to the thinly veiled venner behind— his voice as gentle and steady as the wind. His eyes tilt towards Royce, “You’re staring,” Xave notes as he sits back down near his enemy, “again.”

Royce's eyes stay glued to the woman in the arena. “Don't make it weird,” he retorts tiredly, his stomach churning whenever Xaverius teases him for the stupidest reasons— it never fails to make him cringe. The singular proxy who had worked for Damon was strange in all sorts of ways.

“Sounds like someone doesn't wanna open up his heart.” Xaverius sarcastically remarks— cringing at himself for the phrasing he used. He takes a bite out of Royce's, noticing how Royce left his food untouched for a while. He must be really intrigued. How unlike him. “What, are you scared or something?”

At that, Royce finally tears his eyes away from the spectacle. “Me? scared?” he exclaims, clutching his chest. His frost eyes flit over to where she was again. “I'm never scared. Plus— I don't even know her! Stop being weird Xave, not everyone acts like a man-whore like you. Some of us just prefer to be single." Royce stuffed a fry into his mouth, rolling his eyes.

"Sounds like you're just scared of relationships because of Amber."

“I'm not.” Royce skillfully lied through his teeth, though not necessarily at Xaverius. He's annoyed with himself for letting things get so out of hand. He was scared of those types of things, and it was one of his biggest fears after what had happened— relationships of any type are just not his thing. He wasn't a fan of becoming friends with women he'd possibly fall for either— There's no way all those little touches here and lingering gazes there are what friends do when they feel platonic feelings towards each other, he had experienced it before with his past female friends. With that in mind, Royce sighs and continues, “Plus, this line of work doesn’t really leave space for romance and sweet lovin’, Xave. it’d suck if I ever actually were to fall in love with some girl and then… one of us died.”

“I guess,” Xaverius replies, shrugging. 

On the podium, the Gods all quietly clapped their hands— beside Zalgo, who had been completely shocked.

"Quite the underdog, isn't she?" Enid mused, a large smile carving itself onto her face as she leaned in towards the growling demonic God— she took a sip of her wine, "I had no doubt that she'd win against that pathetic proxy you have."

"How did— I—..." Zalgo was at a complete loss for words.