Puppet brawl

3rd person POV:

Tony was currently giving her daughter another lesson about how his world worked.

Tony: Fighting... It's more important than you think.

Anna: I hate violence...

Tony: I get that, but you need to understand that it's important.

Tony: To this gang, our rival gangs, and our sibling gangs.

Tony: Martial arts, the act of fists clashing.

Tony: That's how we settle things.

Anna: But you have guns.

Tony: Bloodshed is a major setback for all sides at best.

Tony: To avoid it, we settle things with what some would say, the old fashioned way.

Tony: Sometimes, people don't like the outcome, and that's where the guns come again.

The leader of Gin then received a phone call. Answering it, he was updated by the condition of Alexandra.

Tony:... I see.

Tony: Once Scar is done with there job, put them on the job.

Hanging up, he turns back to Anna.

Tony: It's good to have strong people on your side. It's also good to have experts on firearms.

He continued to teach Anna, much to her dismay.

The trio was currently sitting on a bench.

Leona:(mumbles) What am I going to do...?

Leona:(mumbles) I've been branded as a traitor, and with how things are going, there's no way I can salvage it...

Leona:(mumbles) All my hard work to get the position of general... For nothing...

(Y/n): What the hell are you mumbling about?

Leona: Oh nothing... Just how, because of you, I'm considered a traitor, along with all the hard work I did, to get my position is now meaningless.

Leona: I have nothing now... Nothing!

(Y/n): How is that my fault?

Leona: You know exactly how.

Marcus: Why don't you tell us about the next general, since you have nothing to lose.

Leona:...(sigh)

Leona: Sure, whatever...

Leona: Reginald Gustav and Scar.

Marcus: Are those the two last generals?

Leona: No, there one general.

Leona: Nicknamed the puppet dealer, he's... Not all right in the head.

Leona: His expertise is in guns, bombs, and other things of the sort.

(Y/n): Lame. The others at least had some kind of gimmick.

Leona: He has guns.

Marcus: Maybe we should avoid him... Them... Whatever.

(Y/n): I'll avoid him after I hospitalize him.

Marcus:... Why is hospitalizing someone your answer to everything?

(Y/n): Why is fantasizing about women the only thing you do?

Marcus:...

Marcus: So where can we find this scar.

Leona points behind them towards a bank.

Leona: Scar is going to rob it today.

Marcus: How do you know?

Leona: Because the people at Gin know each other's schedules, so we don't overlap and screw ourselves over.

(Y/n): Hey, isn't there a pizza place around here?

Leona: Do you only eat junk food?

(Y/n): No, but I can tell you do.

Leona:... You wanna fight?

(Y/n): Yes.

Before (Y/n) could hospitalize Leona, Marcus got in between the two.

Marcus: Here's some money, (Y/n). Now you can go by that pizza you want and not hospitalize the sexy lady.

(Y/n): Not convinced.

Marcus: We still need her.

(Y/n): Right...

Grabbing the money, he wanders off in search of pizza.

Marcus:(sigh)... Now I need to withdraw some money.

Marcus: Come on.

Leona: Why do I have to come?

Marcus: Because (Y/n) would kill me if you escaped.

Leona: Ugh.

While (Y/n) was on his epic quest for pizza, the two entered the bank to withdraw some money.

As they were about to leave, several men in masks broke into the bank with guns.

While everyone began panicking, the armed men forced everyone to the floor.

Marcus: Fuck! What are we going to do?

Leona:(shrugs)

Marcus: Come on?

A man then walked in with a ventriloquist dummy strapped to his chest with guns in its hands.

The puppet began talking.

Scar: Now listen here! Stay on the ground and make sure you don't call the cops or else I'll blow your brains-

Phone: What's your emergency?

Marcus:(whispers) I'm in the middle of a bank robbery...

(Bang)

Marcus: AAAHHH!

Scar shot Marcus's phone then pointed his guns at him.

Scar: Big mistake...

Leona then kicked his guns, causing him to shoot to the side instead of Marcus.

Scar: What the?!

Scar: Leona...

Scar: Heh... Listen here, little lady. You're wanted, so do that again, then your pieces are going to be wanted.

Leona: Don't you have a bank to rob?

Scar: I guess I don't have the pleasure of time anymore... Get a move on everyone.

Leona: Bye Reginald...

Reginald: Bye Leona.

Scar: Shut up and take me to the money you old fart!

They leave as Leona smacks Marcus.

Marcus: Ow!

Leona: Dipshit...

As the police arrive outside the bank, while the criminals prepare all the hostages in case the police try anything.

Marcus then took this time to talk with Leona.

Marcus: You seem kinda depressed, why's that?

Leona: Haven't you been listening to me mumble? Because of you two, I'm considered a traitor and now have nothing.

Marcus: Right...

Marcus: What are you going to do when this is all over?

Leona: If we live? Don't know...

Marcus: Well... You could join me and (Y/n).

Leona: Join you two?

Marcus: Yeah. It would be nice to have a woman in our gang.

Leona: Pass.

Leona: Why are you even with that bastard?

Marcus:...

Marcus: He may be a cruel, insane, mean, and asshole... But he's my best friend.

Marcus: If you get to know, he's... Okay.

Leona:...

Marcus: Listen, when push comes to shove, you can rely on (Y/n). He is a trustworthy guy.

Marcus: He has saved me from a lot of trouble because he takes care of his friends or how he likes to call us, his "minions".

Leona: You're not making the best case.

Marcus: The point I'm trying to make is...

Marcus: No matter what happens, I know (Y/n)'s side is the winning side.

Marcus: So if you want a happy ending, your best bet is with him.

Leona:(sarcastically) What a lovely talk. I truly consider what you said today.

Marcus:... You don't need to be a bitch about it.

Meanwhile with (Y/n).

(Y/n): Where the fuck am I!?

Seeing police surrounding a bank he walks over to see what's all the fuss about.

(Y/n): Maybe I should just call the pizza place.

(Y/n): Where's my phone... Oh right, I gave it to Marcus so it wouldn't break while I was fighting.

(Y/n): God damn it, Marcus!

Looking around he sees a police van with a phone inside it along with a man with a "negotiator" written on his jacket.

Entering the van, he attacks the negotiator.

(Y/n): Negotiate this, bitch!

With one punch, he knocks the man unconscious. Taking the phone, he begins to dial a local pizza place but before he could press call, Scar calls the phone to start negotiations.

(Y/n) accidentally presses "accept call" thinking he was going to call the pizza place.

(Y/n): Yo.

Scar:(on phone) Are you ready to negotiate?

(Y/n): Sure.

Scar:(on phone) I-

(Y/n): I want an extra-large pizza with bacon, pineapple, blue cheese, stuffed crust, and strawberries if you have any.

(Y/n): Wait, if I just order a pizza those two are going try to take some or bitch about it...

(Y/n): Give me two kids meals as well.

Scar:(on phone)....

He hangs up.

(Y/n): Mother fucker!

(Ring ring)

Scar calls again and (Y/n) answers.

Scar:(on phone) I want one billion yen.

(Y/n): For a pizza!?

(Y/n): You son of a duck cock sucking bitch!

(Y/n): Fine, fuck the kid's meals, just the pizza, but it better be the best pizza in the world or I'll be kicking you in the crotch like the negotiator.

He kicks the unconscious negotiator in the crotch.

Scar:(on phone) Where's the negotiator?

(Y/n): You want to talk to someone, you talk to me, bitch!

Scar:(on phone) Okay...

Scar:(on phone) I want one billion yen, then I'll guarantee the hostages safety.

(Y/n): No no no... I don't want any hot sausages unless they're on my pizza.

Scar:(on phone) What pizza!?

(Y/n): The one I ordered!

(Y/n): Weren't you listening!?

Scar:(on phone) Either give me what I want sonny or I'll start killing off the hostages!

(Y/n): Do it! You won't! Bitch!

Scar:(on phone) Call me bitch one more time and I'll kill you!

(Y/n): Not if I paralyze you from the neck down first! Bitch, where are you!?

Scar:(on phone) In the bank!

(Y/n): You better have my order ready when I get there, or you'll be sucking your ass out of a straw!

Scar:(on phone) Wha-

Hanging up, (Y/n) furiously jumps out of the van and glares at the bank.

Through the windows, he saw Marcus and Leona were stuck as hostages.

(Y/n):(mind) Great, now I have to save them as well...

Walking towards the bank a police officer stops him.

Police: You can't go there, kid!

(Y/n): I have to. My slave and minion are in danger. If they die, who will do all the stuff I don't want to do?

Pushing him aside, he dashes towards the bank.

While Scar was busy complaining about (Y/n) to Reginald, the not so friendly neighborhood Hellspawn crashed through the window, knocking out two thugs in the process.

Marcus: (Y/n)!

(Y/n): I remember why I make you get the pizzas!

Grabbing one of the thug's guns, he tosses it at another thug, causing her to shoot another thug in the shoulder.

Scar: Who the hell are you!?

(Y/n):?

(Y/n): A old man being haunted by a dummy? Never beat the shit of one of those before.

Pointing his guns at Leona and Marcus then threatens (Y/n).

Scar: Take a step-

Little did Scar knew, the short moment he took his eyes off (Y/n) to aim at the two, the Hellspawn was already dashing towards him.

(Y/n) pushed Leona into Marcus as Scar fired. They avoided getting hit, however, one bullet did graze (Y/n)'s arm.

He glared at his wound, or more specifically the damage to his jacket.

(Y/n):....

(Y/n): Listen here you old piece of shit...

He walks forward towards Reginald who slowly walked back out of fear.

(Y/n): You deny me my lunch... You threatened people under my protection... And now you have the gull to damage my favorite jacket!?

(Y/n): Now I'm pissed!

Scar: Shoot you-

The Hellspawn punches Reginald in the gut, smashing Scar into pieces while lifting the old man off his feet.

While Reginald was in the air, (Y/n) grabbed him by the back of his shirt, he then flipped Reginald across the room and into a window.

The window didn't shatter. Until (Y/n) dropped kick Reginald through the window.

Walking up to the two, (Y/n) took out the phone he took from the negotiator to find its ringtone was the source of the music.

(Y/n): Take notes. This is the type of music I want playing when I'm fighting someone.

Marcus: Yeah... Are you okay?

(Y/n): Why wouldn't I be?

Leona: You're bleeding.

(Y/n): It's a flesh wound.

Hearing the sounds of the cops about to bust into the Bank.

(Y/n): Okay, let's get the fuck out of here!

(Y/n) grabs Marcus and Leona and drags them to the bathroom where they escape through the window.