#sinful n ghastly for buddy

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Chase n Buddy avis I made using just my invo :3

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Undone & Divine

Sakusa x f!reader

tw: sacrilege, smut, dubcon, oral (m! and f!receiving), inappropriate use of a confessional

a/n: the product of priest!Sakusa brainrot with @temptemi, endless google searches of catholic practices, and clips from the movie, Novitiate. i couldn’t fit everything i wanted in here so there will be a Part 2!

ty: to the wonderful @bohica160 and @oneblonded for beta reading and to @betheydocrimewrites​ for your tremendous help with grammar and wording!

tg: @hqintheclub​

wc: 2.7k+

Komori was running out of time. Unlike his siblings, he had yet to find a vessel to inhabit or a child of god to corrupt. These tasks were vital for any child of Satan and Komori was starting to feel the pressure. While he had no ambitions to take over his father’s place, Komori didn’t want to be sent into exile for failing as a demon. After mulling over his options, he decided to kill two birds with one stone by corrupting a priest and nun who would in turn bring him into the human world as their child.

That was when Komori stumbled upon an old abbey in a small rural town where he found a priest running away from his past and a young nun with a secret. The situation was almost too good to be true, from the guilt that festered in their hearts despite the hours of prayer and fasting they carried out, to the fear of their sins coming back to haunt them that always had them on edge. They were fragile despite how strong in their faith they appeared and that was what made them succumb to their lust.

The dilation of Father Sakusa’s pupils when he watched you enter the chapel still clad in your white novitiate veil and habit. The dust of pink on your cheeks when you met his darkened gaze before bending over to press a chaste kiss on his hand. They were both clear indicators of a carnal attraction between the two of you, and that was what singled both of you out to Komori, who looked forward to giving you two the relief you wanted—no, needed—deep down.

While others prayed, fasted, donated to charities, or volunteered in church activities as penance, Kiyoomi Sakusa found those acts ineffective when it came to repenting for his sin. It wasn’t until he decided to take his vows to become a priest that he finally felt at ease after that cursed night. He’d been young and stupid, drinking with his buddies and taking a drive to one of their lake houses. He should’ve done more to stop one of his friends from getting completely hammered. He should’ve stopped him from jumping off the dock into the dark murky lake waters. But above all, Sakusa should’ve jumped in to save his friend instead of fleeing the scene with the others under the pretense of “getting help”.

Unfortunately, that divine peace he felt only lasted a while before he started seeing his friend’s dead face, bloated and discolored, in his church’s baptismal font. Sakusa fasted and prayed for two days straight after that frightening vision. On the third day, when dawn broke and delicate sunlight spilled into the white stone chapel from the tall arched windows, he received an answer to his prayers in the form of a priest visiting from another parish. In his desperate search for inner peace, Sakusa packed up and left the town he’d grown up in for a derelict abbey looking for a priest eight hours away in the middle of nowhere.

It was a ghastly old thing and the cawing murder of crows and late autumn season didn’t help. The abbey consisted of a group of rundown masonry buildings connected by a cloister. The lawn that surrounded the abbey wasn't in any better shape, covered in overgrown grass and littered with weeds. It also seemed to serve as a cemetery, as hinted by the dozens of tombstones strewn around. There was an uneasiness that settled into Sakusa’s stomach the longer he examined the abbey that would become his home. It had none of the inviting warmth he was used to feeling from holy grounds, and if not for the black cross perched atop of the bell tower, he would not have believed the old structure before him to be an abbey—let alone an active one.

If Sakusa had any doubt of life within those rundown stone walls, the haunting tolling of the church bell quelled that disbelief, and the line of nuns that spilled from the chapel’s front door’s stamped it out completely.

Despite the terrible physical condition of the abbey, the ghost of Sakusa’s deceased friend didn’t find him there and that in itself made it the best place on God’s earth. He truly believed that he’d received a heavenly sign from the Lord himself and jumped headfirst into his work to restore the neglected abbey into a sanctuary welcome to all who needed it. With the flame of his faith burning strong within his heart, he welcomed the new influx of novitiates with enthusiasm until his eyes met yours.

It was then that a gust of wind caused his flame to flicker.

Sakusa couldn’t get enough of you. He watched you more than he should have during Mass and thought of you all the time. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld, with your bright eyes, soft lips, captivating smile, and lilting voice. When only seeing you during Mass wasn’t enough, Sakusa took to stealing glances of you during your choir practice, maintenance chores, and between your classes and prayer sessions. He would have been content just watching you go about your day, but one day you caught him staring and instead of averting your eyes the way you should have, you blushed and gave him a shy smile. It was then that Sakusa realized he wanted more of you.

The first time you spoke to him and called him ‘Father’, Sakusa dreamt of you. He was in the confessional with you and listened to you confess to having impure thoughts. As he recommended an increase in prayer, your breath grew labored on the other side of the latticed opening. Sakusa kept speaking but leaned closer, only to feel your warm breath fanning his face and to make out noises he’d never expected from a bride of God. Blood rushed to his groin until his black slacks were suddenly too tight and his erection only grew the louder the lewd sounds became on the other side of the confessional.

It was that whiney mewl from your lips that broke Sakusa.

He leapt to his feet, exited his compartment, and yanked the door to yours open. You looked deliciously undone with your face flushed, fingers covered in your slick, and your hair flowing free after discarding your veil. Like an unhinged beast, Sakusa yanked you forward by your soft locks until you landed on your knees with a thud. You were directly in front of his tented pants, and before Sakusa could tell you what to do, you went to work, releasing his hardened cock from the confines of his clothing.

Shooting him a coy look, you wrapped your pretty lips around him and proceeded to bob your head as you sucked him off. The heat of your mouth, the tantalizing swirl of your tongue, the tightening of your throat when you took in his entire length and gagged. You felt incredible and it didn’t take long for Sakusa to come with a grunt, holding your head in place and shooting his load into your mouth.

The annoying chime of his alarm woke Sakusa up from his dream. Shutting off the alarm, he let out an involuntary curse when he saw the result of that vivid dream. His semen coated the inside of his underwear and half-hard cock. Shame overwhelmed him and he took an ice cold shower not only to cool off, but as punishment for dreaming of you, a sister of the faith, in such a sinful manner.

However, it seemed that his self-inflicted punishment wasn’t enough because, just as Sakusa was about to wrap up confession, the penitent’s compartment door opened and closed before your sweet voice addressed him.

“B-bless me father for I have sinned,” you pleaded, and a sick part of Sakusa wondered if you’d sound the same underneath him. “It has been… three months since my last confession.”

He could see why you were so hesitant to admit how long it had been since your last confession. As a nun, it was expected for them to participate in religious services more than the average Catholic, and that included stepping into a confessional and baring their soul to God.

Pride surged in his chest, knowing you trusted in him enough to break your drought and allow him to listen to your worries and advise you on them. It almost made him forget the wicked dream of you on your knees and with his cock in your wet and inviting mouth.

“I-I have been having… l-lascivious thoughts,” you admitted in a shaky voice. “Ever since I arrived and t-took my vows.”

Sakusa swallowed hard as the impossible scene from his dream started to play out. His cock twitched to life and he had a hard time finding his voice.

“And… these thoughts,” Sakusa started, shifting his weight on the hard wooden bench. “Can you elaborate on them?”

As Sakusa worked on convincing himself that his inquiry was strictly due to priestly duty and not as a result of his growing erection, you took a deep breath before speaking.

“They are about… you, Father.”

Your voice cracked at the last word and it sent Sakusa’s mind into a frenzy with images of you whispering that hallowed endearment in his ear while engaging in sinful acts. Sakusa’s right hand subconsciously drifted over his hardened cock and pressed on it before he sucked in a breath. 

“You may continue.”

You took in a ragged breath and sniffled while Sakusa fought the urge to press his face against the lattice wood panel. 

“I-I think… about you… at night when I’m alone. I imagine touching you, Father. I think about your warm hands on my skin. I wonder what it would be like to kiss… you.”

The relief that washed over Sakusa the longer you spoke was like rich wine—bitter but intoxicating. He closed his eyes and pictured the scenes you spoke of while he palmed his erection.

“L-last night I even dreamt of you, Father.” 

Sakusa’s eyes snapped open and he retracted his hand as if burned by the flames of hell itself.

“We were here… in the confessional, and I was telling you about these… these s-sinful thoughts.” A choked sob escaped your lips before you continued. “And as you relayed my penance, I-I couldn’t help myself and started… t-touching myself.”

“How?” Sakusa demanded with a growl as his hands gripped the bench he sat on.

You gasped and Sakusa saw your fingers pressed against the panel. “F-Father are you alr—”

“No,” Sakusa rasped, leaping to his feet. “I want you to show me.”

He stepped out of his compartment before yanking the door to your compartment open. He was heaving as his eyes focused on your trembling form perched up on the bench. Your eyes were wide in shock as tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. With a jolt, your trembling hands flew to your head to straighten your crooked coif and veil.

“Don’t!” Sakusa ordered, shutting the door behind him. “In fact, I want you to take it off.”

“B-but, Father, I-”

“Think of this as your penance.” Sakusa drawled, his voice low with desire. “Now, take off your veil, hike up your habit, and spread your legs for me, Sister Y/N.”

You hesitated, as if hoping he’d change his mind, before doing what he asked with a fresh set of tears welling up in your eyes. You carefully removed your black veil and the white coif before gingerly setting them aside. Then with one last questioning glance at Sakusa, you took in a shaky breath and leaned back on the bench, gripping the thick skirt of your black habit and hiking it up almost tantalizingly.

You wore a pair of heeled Oxfords over a set of white stockings that went up just below your knees. Sakusa kept his gaze fixed on your legs, and when the soft flesh of your thighs peered beneath the rough fabric of your habit, he fell to his knees in front of you. The sudden action made you jump, and you drew your legs together to Sakusa’s displeasure. When your white underwear was finally exposed to Sakusa’s hungry eyes, his patience had worn thin. His hands gripped your knees and spread your legs apart.

Sakusa had almost felt bad about making you expose yourself to him, but when his eyes zeroed in on the damp spot of fabric over your cunt, any guilt he might’ve felt melted away. You squirmed under the scrutiny of his gaze and let out a series of whiny sounds that went straight to Sakusa’s cock.

“F-father, what are you—Ah!”

He pressed his face against your clothed cunt and inhaled, causing you to jerk away. Sakusa’s arms immediately curled around your thighs and held you in place as his tongue darted out and tasted your arousal.

Your entire body trembled and you threw your head back as the sweetest mewl escaped your lips. Like a switch had gone off in his head, Sakusa growled before devouring your clothed pussy. He lapped up your slit, from your cunt to your clit and vice versa. His lips circled around your swollen clit and he sucked until you were bucking your hips into his face.

When your panties were completely drenched with your slick and Sakusa’s saliva, his hands traveled up and his fingers curled underneath the band before sliding them down.

“Lift up your hips,” Sakusa demanded and you did as you were told without protest.

Tossing the garment to the side, he glanced up at you to find your face flushed and your pupils blown out. Sakusa smirked before delving his tongue into your dribbling cunt and held you in place as you writhed above him.

He ate you out like a starving man, and in a way, he supposed he had been starving when it came to women. His tongue fucked you while his nose poked and prodded at your twitching clit before switching to sucking on and flicking at your clit .

When one of your hands fell to his head and started pushing him against your bucking hips, Sakusa knew you were close and pressed his face into your cunt. He let you suffocate him with your thighs as he worked you to your climax.

Your body suddenly went rigid, and you came with a throaty cry. A gush of cum filled Sakusa’s mouth and covered his face as a series of tremors coursed through your body. After recovering his breath, Sakusa went right to cleaning you up with his tongue, while you sat back and recovered from your orgasm.

When he deemed your cunt clean enough, he retrieved your panties and you put them on, leaving a trail of kisses on one of your legs as the white material traveled up your leg.

“F-father,” you whimpered once your panties were snug around your hips. “H-have I been forgiven for my sins?”

Your innocent inquiry was like a splash of cold water that washed away the lust that had clouded his judgement. Sakusa’s eyes darted around the cramped compartment until they found a black iron cross that glared back at him. His face burned with shame, and the white clerical collar around his neck suddenly seemed too tight. The room itself became so stifling that Sakusa found it hard to breathe.

“Father?”

Worry flashed across your eyes as you lowered your habit and reached out to him. Guilt coursed through Sakusa, and he took a shaky step back before you could make contact with his hand. The expression on your face wavered, and Sakusa shot one last look at the cross behind you before fleeing the confessional and the horrific aftermath of his actions.

Komori was lounging on the dilapidated stone fence surrounding the abbey when he spotted the young priest rush out of the chapel, tugging at his collar and muttering a series of prayers as he fled the scene. Not long after him, the pretty nun Komori had chosen stepped out of the same chapel with a flood of tears streaming down her face. As Komori watched the nun rush to seek sanctuary in the abbey’s cloister, he clicked his tongue in disapproval and decided he would need a more hands-on approach for his plan to work.

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The Straw-Hat Among Us

A One Piece/Among Us crossover starring:

Usopp, Shanks, Buggy, Kizaru, Teach, Zoro, Marco, Caesar, Doflamingo and Smoker

Chapter One:

Cyan, Marco the Phoenix

Two, to be precise. Marco didn’t know who they were, but he knew they were among them. And, as Chief of this expedition, it was his duty to inform his comrades that they weren’t alone any longer. Hence, he headed to the meeting room, situated just above the Admin room, flicked off the clear plastic protection and pressed the large red button.

Five minutes later, and all members of the Polus Expedition had gathered. Marco had never seen their faces, didn’t know their names, and that was all according to protocol.

Having their lives threatened by a pair of imposters was not.

Marco pressed a few buttons on the side of his cyan helmet and popped the whole thing off, revealing his yellow hair and tired face. The collected members all swayed, casting anxious glances at each other. After all, their Chief had just broken protocol and revealed his face. “-I am aware that I am committing a grave sin, likewise, I have a grave reason for doing so.” Marco let his eyes bore into the assorted members. “We have two imposters among us. Two inhuman threats masquerading as our very own crewmates.”

The rather short person in the orange suit, known only as “Orange” shivered and swayed at the accusation. Marco chose to ignore it.

“-My name is Marco, and I am the Chief of this Exploration.” He turned to the man beside him, a large fellow in a black suit. “Go on, Black.”

The man shook his head, but quickly relented, popping the circular helmet off. He had a broad, stubbled face, tanned and shabby with curly hair that matted to his forehead. “-’Name’s Teach. Marshall D. Teach. I work with stabalizin’ the seismic activity ‘round here.” Teach crossed his arms, the rubbery fabric squishing together. “Now, mind tellin’ me what the Hell you’re on about?”

Marco did not, in fact, tell Teach what the Hell he was on about. He met the eyes of Yellow, and nodded for him to reveal himself as well. He did so without the slightest fuzz.

“Ohh, uhhhh, hi! Nice to meet youuuuu, I’m Borsalino but all my friends call me Kizaruuu~” he said in the most drawling voice that Marco had ever heard. With a lazy grin on his face and a pair of squinted eyes, Kizaru gave off the impression that he was not quite a man to be trusted, neither was he entirely suspicious. More of the high sort. “Oh, and, uhh, I work in the Securityyyy.”

White had already removed his helmet before Marco even looked at him. “The name’s Smoker. I’m the one making sure we can go without our helmets inside the facility.” In other words, he worked in ventilation. Before Marco called for this meeting, he actually went ahead and told White about this, telling him to make sure the air inside was absolutely breathable. Though, that didn’t quite explain why he was smoking two cigars. Inside his helmet.

Purple squirmed a bit under Marco’s stern gaze before reluctantly revealing his face. “I don’t trust any of this! You haven’t even told us what’s going on!”

Sure, Marco could easily argue that he had, in fact, explained the situation, but it was still far from clear. Not that he truly understood the situation himself. So, Marco surveyed Purple. His hair was long and black, standing in complete contrast to his ghastly skin. If it wasn’t for his oddly-coloured purple lipstick, one might assume he was already in rigor mortis.

“Alright. As odd as it may seem, we do actually have protocol for this situation, as it has happened once before. The survivors reported that the imposters, which could be any one of us, are looking to end us from within, whether it be through deception or murder. Our only option for getting rid of these and surviving is to find the two imposters and kill them before they kill us. Therefore, we require great honesty, courage and rationality. We will not be suspecting each other without basis, and assuming someone is an imposter on account of lackluster evidence will only divide us further.”

“What’s the protocol, exactly?” Smoker asked.

Marco scratched his head. “There isn’t much. Stick together, but continue with your tasks. Make sure to keep an eye on your fellow crewmates, whether it be for their protection or your own. If you find a body, which you very well might, report it and we will all meet here to discuss the leads or see if anybody witnessed anything.” He turned back to Purple. “Now, name and occupation?”

Purple huffed. “Caesar Clown. Scientist.” Marco nodded, happy with the answer. Next one…

Pink removed his helmet, revealing a wide grin and a pair of sunglasses. How he’d been able to see in this darkness with those glasses only the Czar may know. “Imposters, eh? Interesting! Finally something happens!” After giving a cackle, Pink continued. “Donquixote Doflamingo. I’m the doctor aboard, of the medical sort!”

With that said, Doflamingo slapped Caesar’s back endearingly, and Marco could only assume it was a scientist thing. People like that were weird.

Next up… “Hold on, there can’t be TWO clowns!” As it turns out, Blue was also quite… clown-like, if that nose was anything to go by.

Caesar sputtered. “I-, I’m not a REAL clown! Unlike you, you big-nosed freak!”

“WHAT’S THAT YOU SHEEP-HORNED BASTARD!?”

“Hey, cool it! Don’t get in a twist already!” Marco said, stepping between the feuding pair. He looked the red-nosed clown up and down. “...And you are?”

“Buggy!” he said proudly. “Buggy D. Clown! I work in O2!”

Caesar’s eyes went wide. “B-, brother?...”

“No way, jerk!” Buggy said, bearing his fist threateningly. “I’d never be associated with a sheep-horned know-it-all like you!”

While those two went at each other, Red removed his helmet in turn. “I’m Shanks.” He smiled idly. “I’m the one who flew you all out here, and if I can get the Shuttle up and working again, I’ll gladly get you out of here as well.” Somehow, Marco could already trust he was a good fellow. There were only two more, namely Green and Orange.

Green had barely reacted to any of this, simply standing there with his arms crossed, so when he removed his helmet and revealed a tired, uncaring expression, Marco couldn’t honestly say he was any surprised. “Roronoa Zoro. Electrician.” His eyes were already suspicious, even though not a single person had done anything at this point. “And I don’t trust a single one of you.” Ah, there it is.

“N-, not even me?! Zoro, aren’t we buddies?” Orange mewled. Zoro took one look at him, taking in his round, innocent eyes, curly black hair, long nose…

“Oh! Usopp!” Zoro exclaimed, a smile overtaking his features before vanishing as soon as it appeared. “...No, I don’t trust you, either.” He frowned before glancing away. “If I can’t trust one of you, I can’t trust any of you. Sorry, Usopp.”

Orange, or Usopp, as his name apparently was, stuttered for a few moments, betrayed. “I-, um, uh…” Everybody was looking at him. “-Oh! I’m, well, I’m Usopp! I’m the botanist, even though there’s only one tree to tend to…” His anxious eyes glanced over the people collected, finally landing on Marco himself. “Uh-, um, Cyan-, no, Chief, can I have someone to go with? Just-, just for protection!”

Marco nodded. “Of course. Is there anyone else headed to the West Wing?” Two people, Kizaru and Buggy both raised their hands. “Great. You three will keep together. I assume the rest of you will return to your posts. I will wander about, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.” There was a moment of tense silence. “Don’t worry,” Marco smiled slightly, “we’ll get through this, as long as we work together.”

And with that, the meeting ended.

Marco, along with Kizaru, Buggy, Usopp and Zoro went to the West Wing. Apparently, Zoro had some brief business there, what with the wires. Once they got inside, Kizaru quickly went to the security cameras, and Marco followed Buggy and Usopp to O2.

Marco watched them get settled down, Usopp tending to the tree while Buggy worked on other things in O2. “Y’know, this is a real special tree. It’s actually not a tree at all, but an oversized Special Bonsai. What? You haven’t heard of the Special Bonsais? Well, they’re these tiny trees that have been modified to absorb as much carbon dioxide as a regular sized tree. And this one has been specially grown to be big enough to both produce enough oxygen for the whole crew and-”

-And that’s where Marco stopped listening to Usopp rambling about trees. While leaving, in the company of Zoro (who had finished his work in West Wing by now), Marco found Teach squatting in the snow just outside.

“-Everything alright there, Teach?” Marco asked, fearlessly stepping closer to him.

The large man jerked at the sudden addressal, hopping up to stand on his both feet. “Oh! Um, nothing much, Chief. Just, um…”

And then Marco noticed the little snowman Teach had made in the snow. “...Got nothing to do?”

Teach scratched his neck. “Well, not really, but… it isn’t important! Bye!”

With that, Teach ran off into the dark. Marco put to mind that Teach ran towards the Central Building, but that shouldn’t matter much. It was a pretty cute snowman, but if he had work to do, he really should be working on it.

Zoro crossed his arms. “-I don’t trust him.”

Marco perked an eyebrow. “You don’t trust anybody.”

“Yeah, but…” Zoro gave Marco a look. “You really don’t think that wasn’t suspicious?”

Marco shrugged. “Not really, but I think I can see where you’re coming from.”

With that said and done, they headed for the Central Building, making sure to check inside the Storage just in case there was somebody there. It had been Zoro’s idea and Marco didn’t object to it. Before they got to the Central Building, however, Marco remembered a certain somebody who should be in a certain place.

“Let’s head to the Shuttle.”

Zoro nodded, not questioning it in the least. He seemed like a clever enough fellow, although a bit too cautious for his own good.

Inside the Shuttle, they did actually find Shanks! Marco had almost expected him to be gone, but he was happy to see him, knowing he was clever enough. “Oh, hello there, Marco!” Shanks said with a grin, not afraid in the least. If Zoro was too cautious, Shanks might almost seem too lax. However, Marco could tell that he was anything but. Underneath that idle grin, a shark prowled.

“Everything going alright?” Marco asked, to which Shanks nodded.

“Certainly so! Why, Teach went by just the other minute, asked me the very same thing. A most agreeable fellow, wouldn’t you say?”

Before Zoro could say something rash, Marco answered in his place. “Oh, agreed. You should see the little snowman he made, absolutely adorable.”

Shanks nodded, and promised to check it out if he had the time. With that done, Zoro and Marco left once more and entered the East Wing through the Laboratory. The second they stepped inside, they heard something… interesting.

“I’m TELLING YOU, the smoke is bad for the ventilation! How can you possibly be a smoker WHILE WORKING WITH VENTILATION??” Caesar screeched at someone Marco could only assume was Smoker. Not that Caesar wasn’t correct about smoke being bad for the ventilation, but Smoker was in charge of it, not him.

“Hey, the worse the lungs, the better the insurance!” Doflamingo added unhelpfully.

Smoker gruffed. “It’s fine. I don’t got nobody to take out my insurance.”

Caesar huffed, something he seemed prone to doing. “FINE! Sure! Just fix it, okay? I need to boil these samples properly, and your disgusting smoke isn’t helping!”

This was the moment when Marco and Zoro entered the main part of the Laboratory, the one connected to the little Medbay and furthermore to the Disinfection area. “Everything alright?” Marco asked, taking in the scene. The people present were indeed Caesar, Smoker and Doflamingo, all standing around.

Doflamingo smiled. “Sure, sure, everything is perfectly alright! Nothing to see here. That is, unless Smokey here fixes things like he should.”

Smoker shrugged, heaving a toolbox on top of the counter covered in samples and liquids and things. “Let’s take a look here.” Caesar seemed just about ready to shout something at him for putting something dirty on top of the sanitized countertop, but he chose to keep silent. At least, that’s how Marco understood it.

A few minutes later and the ventilation worked properly, allowing Caesar to do whatever it is he was supposed to do. Marco nodded, and prepared to leave for the outside. He kind of wanted to find Teach again, since being out and about like that couldn’t possibly be safe, not for him, not for anything. “I’ll be leaving to find Teach, is everything going to be alright here?”

“I’ve got some wires to fix in the stalls,” Zoro reported, the unsaid message being that he wouldn’t be able to follow him.

Marco smiled softly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. And the rest of you?”

Doflamingo and Caesar shared a glance. ““We’ll be in here.””

“I’m heading to the Sample room, I noticed the southern Disinfection seemed ineffective,” Smoker said.

Marco nodded, and left, striding into the dark outside with little fear. Snow littered the ground, falling in large tufts like frozen cotton. Although it was sub-zero, Marco’s suit easily protected him, keeping him warm and breathing and alive.

Darkness. Cold, silent darkness. Buildings loomed just out of sight, hidden by the falling snow.

The already fallen snow crunched under his feet, leaving little footprints in his wake. It felt hard to keep an eye open, even though his helmet defended him from the outside. Maybe walking out alone had been a bad idea? No, he’d be fine. The only one out and about other than himself should be Teach, and as long as Teach wasn’t it, he should be okay.

The shadows lurched. Marco crept around buildings, keeping himself out in the colds. After a while, almost too long, he finally found something.

A little snowman.

Along with a pair of almost-covered footprints. It seemed the falling snow had been covering them up, but… here they were.

Marco followed the footsteps, letting them lead him towards wherever their owner was, through and around and beside buildings, growing weaker the closer he came, fainter with every step he took, his pace quickened, growing faster and faster until he broke out into a sprint, desperate to know where Teach was, desperate to know he was alright, seeing an empty shadow of his black suit around every corner until, finally…

He stood by the pool of lava. His chest heaved. It was warm. So, so, very warm. It penetrated his suit. It was made for keeping heat in. Not out. If he fell in…

He swallowed.

It was okay, Teach was surely around here somewhere.

Marco glanced about, but he couldn’t even turn around before an arm clasped around his neck and a knife plunged into his chest.

The darkness took him.