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Scum of Society

Summary: After getting banned from the server, societyboy seeks revenge.

Heath Sousa thrashed his laptop to the wall. That nerd banned him. That fucking nerd banned him.

Heath planned on destroying Quest, but he didn't expect the coward to take him down with him.

Head throbbing, Heath stared at the hole in the wall of his apartment.

"Your laptop, shit." He seethed, picking up the machine.

The casing cracked, but the monitor seemed to be fine. It took a while for it to boot. He pressed enter several times.

TACK.

TACK TACK TACK. BAM.

Heath paced the room and clutched at his hair.

Ping.

He turns around to the sound of his phone. Walks to his bed and reads a text from his aunt.

"I paid for your rent this month. Don't forget to look for work."

He grips his phone before deciding to put it down. He will not ruin two gadgets today, oh no.

Not when someone has to pay for it.

He sits on his office chair and goes to a recently visited website. The sales department was hiring, and that was the perfect place for trash like him.

On the day of the interview, a man with green hair and multiple ear piercings enters a dark narrow entrance of a tall building. The steps were steep and gray, and the security guard functioned as a receptionist.

The guard looked doubtfully at him, but the pierced man knew how to deal with the likes of them. Both stared down until the guard decided it wasn't worth their pay. The pierced man smirked, and flashed his clear book. "I really am an interviewee, believe it or not."

"So, Mr. Sousa. It seems that you were a stellar performer at your previous place of work," a man with unremarkable features droned on.

His eyes aren't blue, Heath thought.

The interview had gone on for a while, and he didn't have the patience for pleasantries like he used to, Heath realized.

"Despite your current attire, you seem fully qualified for a position in sales. What made you decide to leave your previous job?"

"Oh, I was engaged in important communal work," Heath forced a smile. He had to be professional until he gets what he needs.

The idiot had a follow-up question. "Communal work? Of what nature?"

"Wiping my grandma's ass."

The unremarkable man remained unremarkable, though the look on his face burned into Heath's memory. Heath stared him down.

The unremarkable man bursts out laughing. "Hahaha! Ohh, I see you have an odd sense of humor. Well, since you're already dressed that way, it seems in character for you. It must be useful when selling to clients, eh?"

God, Heath hated that man. He had started to gain some features. A round face, double chin, rosy cheeks. Bald. Old enough to be his father.

"Well, as long as you get the job done."

That left a bitter taste on Heath's mouth. He used to be passionate about this field. It was where his talents got him. His knack for understanding people and what makes them tick. And it was that talent that told him his interviewer was a selfish man who hid behind jovial smiles.

"I've already specified what the job entails in the job description, including the hours. Benefits are stated as well as the salary. I'll admit I'm hesitant to hire you given your entire year break and your current attire, but you should be content with the bottom salary, right?"

Heath internally cursed himself. Had he remembered to buy a new suit that fit him, he'd have gotten the upper salary.

"We do have a performance bonus, of course. After six months, your salary will increase. You will have to prove yourself, of course."

"Of course."

The repetition irks Heath more than the knowledge that he has nothing to prove.

He had a great record on his previous company. He won an award for 3 years. He got promoted. He remembered that fact clearly, and that is why he forgot something as important as buying new clothes.

He had torn them in frustration when he made the decision to resign a year ago.

He didn't even want to leave his job. He had the perfect life.

A career that worked for him.

A partner.

A new apartment.

He needed his family to be perfect, too.

He juggled caregiving with work when no one else wanted to do it.

He was the perfect boyfriend. A family man. A career man. A lady's man who can woo any woman he wanted, yet stayed loyal to one. A nice guy.

He wasn't like this bumbling man poring over papers he should've prepared beforehand, who probably only got to keep his job because nobody qualified would apply to this obscure company.

But that shattered one day when his partner didn't show up for him. They knew he was busy, yet still prioritized their selfish desires.

He followed them only to find them spending time with another man. He's been gathering evidence ever since. He confronted them, and they called him a stalker. Ceased contact.

It was by chance he came across them again, but to think the whore is still out seeking random men. He just had to interfere. Especially when one was this lowly. Pathetic. Trash.

Heath's thoughts are interrupted by a flash of white.

At last, the unremarkable bumbling man found the contract papers. It was being waves in front of his face.

"Just sign here and your rent is secure for a month!"

Heath signed the contract and glared at the man.

"See, I can make jokes, too," the idiot explained. "Ah, yes. One copy for me, and one copy for you."

Heath nodded quietly, determined to get out of this place before he loses it.

He needed to put Quest to shame. To expose him. First, Heath will make a reputation for himself. Then he'll show that bastard Quest what's it like to lose something he worked for. Not that someone like him will understand. Trash that thinks he can reintegrate into society scot-free while citizens like Heath suffer.

They descended the stairs as the annoying man made what seemed to be more quips. Heath ignored them until he reached the bottom of the stairs.

Finally, he turns to this man, whom he had to acknowledge was his new supervisor.

"Well, I'm glad to have you on the team!" They shake hands, and all Heath could think of was to get past the guard, and get out of this place. But then he hears something.

"They didn't hire a nurse?"

"Ha ha ha ha!" The supervisor laughed. "He said he wiped his grandma's ass! Of all the bullshit I've heard interviewees say, that was the only one entertaining."

Heath strides back up the stairs and opens the door.

"Oh, Mr. Sousa, did you forget something?"

Without a word, a cutter emerges from Heath's pocket. Someone screams.

"Mr. Sousa, I think you're taking the acting a little too far--"

Speak for yourself, you fake. Heath slashes at the man, only to feel something grab his wrist and hit his chin.

The last thing he sees are a pair of blue eyes.

Heath's contract was cancelled. He was brought to a local precinct where a blotter was made against his assault.

His would-have-been supervisor wanted to lock him behind bars, afraid that Heath will do good on cutting off his tongue. But a secretary reminded him that they did not have the money for that, and the police reassured him that they would arrive on scene as needed. And if they didn't, there was still the tall jacked man with blue eyes.

While Heath remained in handcuffs, he watched the atmosphere around the others quickly shift. They left the precinct without giving him so much as a glance. They were treating him as scum. The scum of society.

#Alternate Universe #post-canon #unreliable narrator #societyboy #Blooming Panic #Bloomic #Scum of Society #How Badly Do You Need A Redemption Arc? series #societyboy headcanon as Heath Sousa #mentions of Quest #mentions of LovelyLola #dark LovelyLola #STOP READING THE TAGS THERE MAY BE SPOILERS IN THE CONTENT WARNINGS #the warnings are there to be filtered not to be read #HAVE YOU STOPPED READING? OK #CW: assault #CW: foul language #CW: mentions of cheating #CW: laughter

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