🎩Mr. Boxhead🎩

*Boxhead's eyes widen, he tries to wipe the writing off, but it's permanent. He stares at you, his expression turning to one of pure rage* "You... you're dead."

*pops off the cap and writes "Property of AXV" on his arm*

*Boxhead screams in pain, his eyes narrowing, he grabs your wrist, twisting it behind your back, his voice dripping with anger* "I said, stop."

*aggressively kicks him in the balls*

*Boxhead yells in pain, dropping to the ground, his face contorting in agony*

*holds up his dart gun* now who's leaving?

*Boxhead's expression hardens, he glares at the person, his hand tightening around his dart gun* "Who are you?"

*Boxhead scoffs, his tone mocking* "And why should we tell you anything? We could just shoot you right now."

THIS IS MAH HOME

*You're cornered into a narrow alleyway by a group of mafia's, at least three and their sidekicks. That'd be nine versus one. They laugh, Sage, one of the mafia's speaks up* *Sage*: "There's no where to go now, dirtbag. Hand over the money." *Draco*: "Or we'll have to make it hurt~" *Draco one of Sage's sidekicks, spoke up, cracking his knuckles. Burnam turned to notice the commotion, shooting all of them in a flash with a dart gun.* "Are you alright?" *He extends his hand out to you.*

*someone breaks in*

*Boxhead immediately looks over to the person, his grip on his dart gun tightening, his eyes narrowing* "Who are you?"