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He's running, crying, begging for mercy. Heavy footsteps are the only sounds from your side. You never spoke when you are out to do your job. You can't risk to expose your identity, your attire positively disguising you well enough to make it impossible to tell what your actual frame looked like. The uniform made you look like a 6”6, muscular man, when in reality your body was much smaller, much leaner, curvy. You did have female body parts, but honestly you don't see yourself as a girl any longer. Especially considering your merciless behavior. You were a killer. A murderer. But a legal one at that. And honestly – you were the best at this job. You often had 3 killings a day, when most other repos had only 2 a week.
“ Please, Please I am paying! Just give me more time! “, the pathetic pleas continue. Everyone in the street fled into their houses and apartments, not even daring to observe from behind their windows. It's enough for them to know what you are, and what you are going to do to this man.
Of course, you won't listen to his pleas. He was overdue, even if he had all the money he owed the company in his hands – cash – you would still kill the target. It's your job after all.
You were starting to feel impatient. You still had two more repossession jobs to get done today, so it was time to get serious. Instead of hauntingly slowly following him, you began to ran. Your boots were heavy, and had thick, hard soles to both make you appear taller and heavier, and to easily crush a human skull if you must. But wearing them for so long, for so often, made you easily adjust to these facts and gave you the ability to run in them.
If you would try to walk more than 5 steps in stilettos though? You would drop to the floor, hard.
Despite the fact you had extra weight on you, thanks to the uniform, you were able to catch up with your target, tackling the poor man to the ground. He began to sob in despair, but your heart was hardened. You didn't feel any pity for him. It's just a job.
You didn't even bother about pulling him into an alleyway. The procedure of tearing out his liver has been performed right then, right there, in the middle of the street. His last noise was a disgusting gurgle. Another repossession, another corpse for the monster district.
Of course, thanks to your full-body uniform you didn't leave any DNA, but better be safe than sorry.
Honestly, you kinda got along with the psychotic creatures. Despite the fact you never actually spoke to any of them. Yet they seemed to get attached to you quite easily, simply by the fact you are providing them with fresh, human meat almost every day.
After putting the liver into a cooling box, you hoisted both the man and the box over your shoulders, walking to your truck. Well, okay, it's not YOUR truck, it's a menacing looking one you had to use when heading out to collect the overdue target's body parts. But still.
Hm, just what should you do first? Collect the other two organs, bring the first corpse into the monster district, or deliver the first organ to your boss?
A cooling box won't protect the liver for more than a few hours, and graverobbers could attempt to harvest the remaining organs from the corpse while you're inside the company. So monster district first it is. And you really aren't looking forward to it. One of them seems to really enjoy pestering you in particular. A skeleton type one, his name was Sans, if you recall that correctly. The first time you came across that one he tried to chop your head off, and ever since he keeps on following you in the monster district. Saying you dislike that little pest would be an understatement.
Usually, letting him have the fingers and the heads of the corpses was enough to make him leave you alone for the day. Today was no exception. The moment the gates opened to let you enter the district, a familiar flash of blue blurred your vision for a second, and the stank of rotten flesh crawled up your nose.
“ heya, kid. wanna 'dog? “
You always decline. You knew he was putting fingers on them, also you wouldn't want to blow your cover by taking of your mask. As usual, you didn't even answer, nor really looked at the skeleton. Yet you made sure to watch him closely from your peripheral vision. Any movement of him could be an attempt to kill you. Their district, their rules. Any trespasser – even you repos – are free to get killed. And vice-versa for any monster stupid enough to leave the district.
“ ah, come on talk to me, you're breaking my heart here kid. “
He's probably going to say some shit like ' for that I'll break your ribs. ' or something alike. You've already been alerted.
But nothing came. He just snarled and disappeared into the backside of the truck, probably getting the fingers and the head. And just as expected, he was gone. Finally. You really, really disliked the skeleton. His brother was somewhat acceptable, though. He didn't really kill just for the act of violence. He doesn't seem to realize what he's doing. Like a small child with an adze, swinging it and wondering why the other fell asleep and cries red water out of the new holes. Yet, that doesn't make him less dangerous.
Normally, the moment the monsters hear your truck, they flood the street, waiting for you to throw the body into the horde, and just disappearing again while the monsters lash out at each other to decide who gets the corpse. But not this time. The monsters stayed inside, just glaring out of the windows and doors, while a swarm of small spiders started to crawl towards your truck.
Huh. This is new. Maybe some spider type is in town now, and took over dominance. None of your business honestly. You couldn't care less, and just went to the back of your truck through a small door behind your seat, opened the large gate on the side, and threw the stiff body into the pile of spiders, before quickly closing up everything and fucking leaving before one of them gets the idea of attempting to climb inside your vehicle.
It'll be an annoying hassle, knowing you'll have to get back here at least once more today. All you wanted to do was deliver the organ, get back home, get a nice, hot shower and chill on the couch with some TV in the background. But nope, not happening too soon for you, (Y/N) (L/N).
You checked the files of the next two victims. Another man, and a teenage girl. A brain, and two kidneys. There were times when your stomach would twist, reading the amount of teenagers and children in these. How would parents risk getting the expensive transplants, knowing that they'll get murdered if they fail to pay for them? Isn't it worse to get hunted down legally than just slipping away by nature's call?
Who knew what's going on in people's minds. Yours was pretty fucked up as well, so who are you to blame anyone for stupid decisions? Your most stupid decision was to sign that contract with the company – yes. The name of the company, the world leading company, was really just 'The company' – and become the first repo. And for what?
Money. Yo really, really needed the money. It's common for humans to basically do anything, as long as you get a check with a ridiculously high number on it. Why you needed that money? That's a story for another time.
First things first. You had to hunt down the next two targets. The man named Martin, and the teenage girl named Shirley. Let's check for Martin first, his address was the closest to your current location. But usually, once people are overdue they run away from home, trying to hide in the underground – yeah, the exact same underground monsters emerged from – or in subway tunnels. No one uses the subway anymore. Not after a massive rainstorm that – ridiculously – lasted for 3 days straight, flooded the whole system and damaged every train massively. Ever since then it's been a hiding spot for the homeless, outlaws, and of course, the people being overdue.
Sometimes though, people really stay at home, trying to buy your mercy once you stand at their doorstep, just to get murdered in return. You do keep the money though. Awkwardly enough, you are allowed to do so. You weren't sure if you liked that or not.
While driving to your destination, your mind wandered back to the pile of spiders, and the monsters weird behavior. Are the small spiders monsters themselves, or just regular spiders, controlled by a massive spider type monster? What would that look like?
Like a human, with many eyes and extra limbs? Like a giant, talking spider?
What would the legs look like?
Of course your mind would wander to that question sooner or later,. You had a leg kink. While other people look for boobs, ass or other normal things, the first thing you look at are legs. You loved to massage them, feel them wrap around you, bite and kiss them. You even enjoy rubbing yourself against a nice pair of legs. A fetish you rarely got to live out, unless you get yourself a nice prostitude – gender not important to you.
You had to shake these thoughts off. You arrived and had to keep an eye open. Sometimes people tried to defend themselves. Ignoring the fact that if they manage to get rid of one repo, the company would send out 3 at once, and these are going to torture the target to death, which is of course not legal – killing was, torture was not - but no one dares to do anything about it.
It would be stupid to mess with a repo. Only monsters dared to, and already got 2 killed.
You left the truck and walked up to the door, raising your gloved fist and harshly knocking on the door. No answer. As expected. You had to check the underground for Martin. You already didn't feel like doing it, but a job is a job is a job.
A noise. Someone was in this house. Fuck it, you rose your leg and kicked the door open. Yep, there is definitely someone in here. You pulled out a large butcher's knife and started to check every room professionally, making sure to listen to every noise carefully.
Someone's hiding in a closet. Now that's a cliché, isn't it. Hiding in closets? Are they thinking it's just some sort of stupid B-Movie horror flick where people actually don't check them?
You ripped open the closet door, and there he was. Martin, your target. The man whose skull you have to open to get the brain. Hah, Sans won't like that. He enjoyed eating brains the most. Once, when you brought the corpses into the monster district, he zapped himself onto the seat next to you, and disgustingly feasted on the brain. He didn't give a shit about your presence, or maybe he did try to disgust you or maybe even scare you. It did disgust you, but you were a pro at hiding your emotions when you were on a job, and showed no reaction to the sight. He didn't do that again ever since.
He does seem to know about your leg kink though. Once he rose his legs and rested his feet on the dashboard of your truck, and caught you actually turning your head a bit to look at his boney legs. Deciding that bones are not included in your fetish, you dismissively looked away again, and didn't bother looking again whenever he tried that again to get your attention. While they did looked interesting, the texture of bones just killed it for you.
Ugh, you were getting distracted again. Maybe you should catch up on sleep once you're home.
Martin was a whimpering mess, too scared to actually say a thing to you. He just pressed himself against the backside of the closet, as if he was hoping it would somehow absorb him. Of course that is not going to happen.
Your hand reached out for his head, pulling him out of the closet. He began screaming, kicking and squirming to get out of your grasp. To no avail. You stabbed his throat with the knife, waiting for his body to stop moving.
Alright, there we go. He's dead for good, brain easily retrieved. Brain wanders into a cooling box, body into the truck.
Now, only Shirley was left.
She wasn't at home, yet her parents were. You checked the whole neighborhood – just to be sure – and finally found her in the subway system.
More crying, more begging, more pleading. But you had no pity in your heart. Not while wearing this uniform – which was actually more of a costume honestly.
Running out of patience, you dug your fingers deep into her skin, pulling out the kidneys and throwing them into the cooling box. It was annoying to carry a cooling box on your back like a rucksack but that did make sure the body parts are staying fresh the second you removed them.
Only two more things to do before you could throw your ass onto your couch and watch some television, before eventually collapsing into sleep.
Monster district, the company.
Your truck stopped in front of the gate, waiting for them to open. The hair on the back of your neck already standing up straight as it always does when you felt magic. And of course... you entered the district, and the first thing that happened was the damn skeleton.
This time, he didn't say anything. He just went to the back, chopping of the hands and heads.
Well, he snarled. Nevermind.
“ where is this one's brain? ”
You didn't answer. He went through the small door, bending over your seat and glaring you in the eyes. Truth be told, it did unsettle you.
“ where is this one's brain??? ”
You nodded to the cooling box attached to the trucks side. Shit. He knew he wasn't allowed to get that one. Touching the company's property? Death sentence. As strong as he was, he wasn't able to dodge multiple firearms at once.
Grumbling, he just teleported out again, leaving you alone. Weird. Normally he would have engaged you with more conversation, though unwanted on your side. You saw no reason to complain about this weird behavior, yet it did make you wonder about what was going on with the almost pathetically small skeleton. He was barely as tall as a 12 year old child. Even without your boots you would easily tower over him, being twice as tall.
And once again, only the spiders have been there, surrounding your truck. You rose an eyebrow in silence, but shrugged and copied your last procedure. You threw one of the corpses out, into the horde of crawling critters. Half of them carried it away, the other half seeming to stare at you.
They knew you had another corpse in there.
Is it weird to feel like the other monsters should at least have the chance to get the meat?
You blankly stared at the pile, as if looking at them would mentally tell them to kindly fuck off and give someone else the chance to get some food.
But they didn't even stir.
Greedy little fucks. But fine. Let them have it their way.
Making no noise whatsoever, you threw out the second corpse, before closing up the truck again and heading for the company.
While the monsters did attack the other repos, no one this far dared to attack you- Sans being the only exception.
You really, really didn't feel like wasting any more time. The moment you drove the truck into the garage, you threw the cooling box into some employee's arms and went to the changing rooms. You did have to take the uniform/costume to your home, but you at least could get changed in here and take a shower. And bloody hell you needed the shower. The sight of all these spiders gave you the feeling of something crawling all over you.
You stripped off the clothes, letting the hot water rinse over you. It sure did help with the feeling of spiders crawling all over you. And also it helped you relaxing your muscles. Your hands wandered over your surprisingly non-masculine body. Seriously, no one would be expecting YOU to be the #1 repo.
A sigh of content escaped you as you finally felt like a human being again, as if the hot water also washed away the fact you are a murderer. You started telling yourself that every time you got back, and in the end you did start believing it. Hot water, and you've been a different person.
Gladly, the rest of the day has been uneventful. Your life has been enough of a hassle already. If your private life would have been just as annoying, you wouldn't be able to deal with this shit.
You didn't know that this day will be the last day you'll get to spend that peacefully after work.