Ozzy
He/Him
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March 18
Heahea City
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MAD SCIENTIST
EXECUTIVE
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debt [m]
POSTED ON May 27, 2021 1:47:29 GMT
Oscar nodded slowly, attempting to get a hold over his own anxieties as Gavin spoke. It was weird doing small-talk ever since the Aoi incident, the ordeal had warped his view of the underboss a tad. Oscar had always admired Gavin's viciousness, almost to a weird level that Oscar totally understood but wasn't proud of. It was fine and dandy to go all out in battle, but what went down in that room left a bad taste in Oscar's mouth.
Oscar craned his neck, contemplating whether he should answer the question or abruptly bring up his concerns. He was about to make up his mind when a knock came to the door. Oscar wasn't surprised, his boys worked quick. Oscar kicked off of his position on the wall and sauntered toward the door. He briefly opened the eye latch to make sure who waited on the other side was the expected party.
Two thugs and a tied up middle-aged man with a gag. Yeah that was about right. Oscar opened the door, letting the trio inside. As he closed the door he looked to Gavin. He gave a short nod, acknowledging that Oscar was going to take over from here.
The thugs pulled out a foldable chair from the corner and set it up in the middle of the room. The tied up man squirmed as they sat him down, using excess rope to keep him attached to his new throne. Oscar slowly removed his gloves, staring at the man as the thugs stepped aside. As he cracked his fingers one by one, he would speak.
"I've been told--that you're shorting us on your payment. Was the amount that you originally agreed to not to your satisfaction?"
One of the thugs moved to remove the man's gag, but Oscar briskly snapped his fingers. "No no, keep it on." The thug backed off, and Oscar continued. "I don't blame you. When us scum see an opportunity we take it, it's just our nature. But what separates the successful scum and the dead scum is that the dead scum get caught. They see the opportunity and they rip through it without thinking."
The man's eyes were frantic, darting wildly as Oscar spoke. Oscar stepped forward, slowly making his way over to the man. "Don't worry friend, you're not dead scum yet. Just dumb scum." Oscar reached out, grasping the man's cheeks in one of his hands to maintain his attention. "I'm sorry that the terms of the agreement you made were not to your liking, but it is the agreement you made. If you want to go through the proper channels, perhaps we can renegotiate. Perhaps. I imagine the odds are less likely after this little stunt."
Oscar let go, and the man began to breathe heavily. He probably anticipated being hit. Oscar began to rub his hands together. "If you agree here and now to return to your agreed payment, I'll let you live. We'll be square and pretend like this never happened. Is that alright?" The man nodded eagerly, apparently having been scared straight. Oscar nodded, "Glad to see you have some self preservation in that scum brain of yours."
Without missing a beat Oscar kicked the man in the chest. The impact sent the chair backwards, clattering on the floor as the man yelled through his gag. The thugs backed away, surprised by the sudden strike. Oscar put his boot onto the man's left most ribs and began to press down. As the man screeched Oscar shook his head, "Don't worry, I'm just settling your debt."
Oscar continued to press until he heard a crack, and continued until he heard four more. The man's screech's grew frantic, the pain rattling through his throat like a siren. Once Oscar felt like enough ribs were broken, he would lean over the man to meet his eyes. "That should be enough to drain you of the money you skimmed from us. Hopefully more. We'll be watching, if you try to rip us off again I'm going to fill your stomach with rocks and toss you into the ocean."
Oscar stood up straight before delivering one more kick into the man's mangled rib cage to further the damage. The man screamed once more before just crying like--well someone who got have their ribs broken. Oscar snapped his fingers again and the thugs lifted the man up. Without another word they dragged the wailing man out of the safehouse, closing the door gently behind them.
Oscar looked at his hands as silence once again filled the room. "Why the fuck did I take my gloves off?"
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