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The night was silent- as was your team. Eight elite assassins, all from their different backgrounds, hunting their prey for their own reasons. You? You wanted to escape this hell. The Auditor offered you handsome pay in exchange for another agent's life, and you were going to receive it.

You had to admit, though, why she'd needed such experienced and jaded killers to dispose of this monster. Would it be that hard? You'd taken care of dangerous dissenters before, and have even taken down Hank once or twice. You shook your head, cocking your rifle. If you were forced into a team, it was for a good reason.

One of your teammates, titled "Ranger", cocked his head at your determined expression. "You, uh, really excited for this, huh?" he asked. You simply huffed. You despised talking. Ranger took notice of this and chuckled. "Not a talker?"

"No," you signed angrily. "Quiet." You smirked at his embarrassment. Grabbing a mag and stuffing it in your pocket, you continued: "I'm getting that hit." He snorted, much to your frustration.

"And if I do instead?"

You stood to full height, watching as the man crumbled with anxiety. Grabbing him by the collar, you mouthed, "Fuck around." you dropped him to the ground with a thud, smiling at his frightened face. If you weren't going to be working solo, you could at least use these lesser grunts as bait or assistants.

This would be a long night for sure, but it'd be fun as well.

* * *

The MAGnified Elton scrounged about, shifting garbage bags like some giant, fucked up raccoon. His claws tore into the junk and plastic, spilling bodies and discarded food. Food.

It grabbed a corpse and bit into the hot, decaying meat. Disgusting, but it'll have to do. He forced himself to wolf it down, so he wouldn't have to deal with the taste.

Elton snarled in distaste as the rotten flesh oozed down his throat, like a sludge. He hated it, and the splitting headache caused by those screws in his head didn't help. That's only one of the reasons for his dissent- the agency was simply too stressing. Maybe if he just worked harder. . .

No. He's worked hard as he could. He deserves this. He deserves the world for his work. Luckily for him, his special thing is searching for him just as he is it.

He only has to wait.

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The damp earth was packed tightly, making no sound when trodden underfoot. You snarled at the grunts behind you when you heard one of them yelp. "Quiet!" you signed urgently. One of your teammates had, as it seemed, stepped wrong and fell. They whimpered pathetically prompting you to growl lowly. "Get up," you signed. The grunt squirmed a bit in protest, but with another venomous glare, they were on their feet.

You and your team trudged along, making little sound and swiftly gaining ground. The air was thick with decay as you passed underneath a concrete outlook, jutting out from an old facility. Torn bags and half-eaten corpses littered the area- a sure sign your target had passed by. You turned to your team and signaled them to stay silent- you wanted to tackle this beast alone.

A small ridge lay beside the building, and you motioned to the others to stay put. You slowly and carefully crested the ridge, keeping your footsteps light as possible. Within moments, you'd reached the top and began scouting the area through your scope. To your surprise, there was no sign of the target. Hm. He must have moved on. Oh, how wrong you were.

With graceful ease, you crawled downhill, careful not to make a sound. You lay prone, gazing across the wasteland. Nothing. There was nothing there to alert you to the presence of your target. No footsteps, no smells (granted you were upwind), no nothing. Strange. Thought I'd at least hear him. You heard a loud yet muffled yelp and a horrific crunching sound that broke the quiet. I stand corrected.

You speedily recrested the ridge, trying to reach the others in time. Bad luck. Not only were you too late to spare your team, which was now a bloody pile of gore and viscera, but your target (who was currently scranning Ranger) looked nothing like you expected.

This thing was huge- bigger than any of the MAGs you'd seen. It looked angry with those slanted glasses and likely was with the two massive nails through its skull. Its claws, huge and grey, tore deep into your teammate. It ate Ranger's guts, grabbing on with massive fangs and tilting its head to devour the parts whole. The sight made you heave and retch, sick threatening to spill from your mouth.

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Elton swiveled when he caught the smack of something against the earth, followed by a thump. He caught sight of you, fear filling him. I've left one alive- what if they've already called in backup? He huffed and shook his head. He had to remain stoic. You're just a tiny thing- weak and pathetic, unlike him, who could squash you like an ant underfoot.

But it was a bit. . . too pathetic a sight to see. Killing this thing would be a mercy, he decided, it'd be cruel to harm such a pitiful creature. Your facial cross seemed to stretch in horror as Elton stamped closer, his boots leaving massive imprints in the dust. To his surprise, you picked up your rifle with shaky paws and took aim.

BANG!

He chortled and slammed a paw over his wound. Hilarious! God, this thing is cute! He grabbed the rifle in his giant paw and squeezed, crushing the metal and rendering the gun unusable. You squeaked adorably, shivering in fear as he bared his massive, jutting red fangs. Drool dripped from his mouth and onto you, only escalating your fear. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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The wait was torturous. Your face, covered in the MAG agent's saliva, was hot and sweaty. This thing wanted you to be afraid. "Hello," you signed shakily. "Why-" you paused mid-sign. This thing was nothing more than a target? Why are you so afraid? Maybe I'm scared because I'm NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THIS CLOSE! You were a sniper, you stayed in the background, close-range combat was NOT your thing- especially not with a creature so immense.

It slowly began opening its mouth, making you squeal fearfully. "Stop! Stop!" you signed frantically. "Stop it!" Despite your pleas, the thing continued, pushing in closer to you and caging you in with its massive paws. You flushed, ashamed to be begging like this. "Please! Please stop!" You vainly signaled. The beast couldn't see you anymore, you were nearly encapsulated- god, why was it going so slow!

Finally, finally, you were surrounded by darkness. You were laying on something squishy- must be the thing's tongue. It wriggled slightly at your touch- perhaps it's trying to unsettle you more? Although, it was. . . admittedly cozy and warm. . . Why hasn't it swallowed yet? You could feel the creature move, the thump, thump, thump of its feet sending waves all through its body, causing you to panic and squeeze its tongue tighter.

You could feel gentle vibrations rocking your body, rattling your head in an unpleasant manner. It felt like bees were swarming around inside of you- making your skin crawl. The visual made you shiver and squeeze your eyes shut. Salty tears threatened to burst, and you quivered forcefully to keep yourself grounded.

Well, as grounded as you can be in a MAG agent's mouth, being carried around like a young crocodile. Is it just trying to scare me, you wondered? It seemed pretty smiley when you faced off at the old AAHW base. Maybe that was it? Just a monster toying with its prey before it goes in for the kill? Hoping that was all, you began to calm down. It's not as hard to relax when you know what's coming for you, right?

So why are you still uncertain?

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He tried not to run as he went towards the entrance of the base- the place was old, retrieval teams had already come and gone- it was the perfect place to keep his brand-new thingy. He squeezed his way in, careful not to disturb his tiny cargo, and brushed himself off. Elton grabbed a large chunk of the broken concrete floor and shoved it in the doorway, nodding to himself once the job was done.

Without further ado, he lolled out his tongue, letting the shivering, wet assassin fall into his paws. He cooed quietly, gently pressing his lips against you and causing you to stir. The itty being sat up slowly, staring at Elton with a terrified expression. "Wh. . . what. . ." you whispered sweetly, your plump lips moving in ways so elegant Elton could only dream. He softly set you on the ground, ready to talk.

"No," you signed. Elton cocked his head, curious as to what his little friend had to say. "Don't do that. Ever." Your face, now one of frustration, seemed to turn red as you recalled Elton's actions. "I don't like it." You were still shivering, now partially from anger. After all, what gave Elton the right to do such a thing? "If you're gonna eat me, just eat me, okay?"

Elton chuckled. "I'm full," he signed back, getting a soft oh in response. "I won't eat you. But I can't let you leave," he explained, massive paws moving slowly as he signed. It was funny, honestly- seeing you so scared. But not right now. Right now he needs you to relax.

"You still can't scare me like that," you responded, a bit of fire returning. You were still pissed that he practically ate you, and with your obvious opposition at that. "Just don't do it again."

He sighed, a tad ashamed. "Okay. Sorry."

"You're forgiven."

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"So now that that's out of the way," you began, your paws more steady, "What is your name?" You wanted to know your target- er, new "friend" before you got too comfortable.

It paused for a moment, seeming to ponder. "Real or code?"

You stood confused for a few heartbeats. Code? Oh! Like a codename! "Code," you signed, satisfied when the large creature nodded. You stared at the signs he made with his paws, saying each one out loud. "T. . . o. . . r. . . t. . . u. . . r. . . e. . . Torture." You were a bit concerned by it but brushed the thought off. "You're a tough guy then?"

It smiled and nodded, clearly happy that you saw it as powerful- not that it isn't, but still. "Yes," it replied excitedly, trembling with joy. It reached out a paw to you. "On," it rasped in a deep, gravely voice. The sound shook you, making you quiver once more. It flinched at your reaction with a nervous chuckle. "Scared?"

You shook your head rapidly. You would not let this thing know that you were downright terrified of it. With trembling paws, you held its massive hand. It huffed amusedly. Frightened tears pricked your facial cross but still, you stayed strong, not wanting to show any fear. Slowly you clambered into its paw, curling up.

It leaned its face in close, pausing when you recoiled. "Shh, little one," it whispered. "Sleep tight."

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Something about you was intriguing to Elton. Why were you so fiery in the face of death? Why did you stay so stern when talking to him? Why were you being so nice despite what had happened? It made no sense to him, but it didn't have to. He was content with where you were now and hoped not to change a thing.

He watched you as you drifted into slumber, curling yourself tighter. He hummed, seeing your tiny belly rise and fall with your breathing, You were just adorable! He leaned down and licked your half-conscious body. "Mmm. . . Tortie. . ."

At this, he beamed. A nickname? He was never given those. You clearly liked him somehow- and you should be lucky that he does the same.