jack didn’t have a scary face. but thats what he thought. so as he walked down the freezing and tightly canned streets of traverse he buried himself nose deep behind his scarf.
but it didn’t work.
"Ah!" someone winced, jack’s broad shoulders dealing a blow as he feverishly continued to try to dig himself out of the streets, "Hey come back here!" Jack heard, his ears pointed and his eyes growing frantic. QUickly he darted down the upcoming alley on his right, a place where the light could not reach.
Stilling himself up the wall, his fingers fidgeting upon the crevices of the lifeless bricks, trying his best to slow down the myriad of heart palpitations he was currently undergoing.
"WHere’d you go ay?"
"great" the perpetrator answered as his fist landed on jack’s face, "my name is john and you oughtta remember it," he flashed a sickly sweet smile as he began to trade off punches, left right left right, all on jack’s face.
"it was funny," the perpetrator went on, giving Jack a left blow, jack’s face squashed to the right, as he saw the endless stream of people rushing down the street, "cause I almost didn’t recognize ya behind that scarf" right blow, Jack’s face flew to the left side by the force of his perpetrator’s right hand, now seeing either a dark tunnel or just a dead end. Jack didn’t know which one it was.
"good thing you bumped into me like the rude fucker you are ehh??" a barrage rained down on jack’s body, as the perpetrator sat atop jack’s grounded body and belligerently punched the living shit out of him.
"hah you’re so weak right now, I can’t believe you were ever head of the-"