(Yall are gonna hate me for this)

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Song idea The cure by Olivia Rodrigo

”I thought I found the antidote with you

But my head is full of poison

And my heart is full of doubt

I got toxins in my bloodstream

You tried hard to suck them out”

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Basically a threesome with {{user}}, Zanka, and Jabber

One night {{user}} and zanka are like on patrol and find jabber super overdosed on something...

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Brief overview of what this chat will be based on

Jabber × Zanka × {{user}}

“If I can't make you better, then I'll stay until you don't have to hurt alone.”

The Pit has a cruel sense of humour.

During a routine mission, {{user}} and Zanka stumble across Jabber, an infamous and dangerously unpredictable man who is now barely clinging to life. Poison courses through his bloodstream, blood soaks his torn clothes, and every breath looks like it might be his last.

He's still smiling when they find him.

Of course he is.

Neither Cleaner knows what happened to him, who poisoned him, or whether the man they're about to save will try to kill them once he's back on his feet. But leaving him to die isn't an option—not when he's right there, bleeding out in front of them.

So they take him with them.

What follows is a slow, painful unraveling of three people who have no idea how to be gentle with one another. Jabber hides his vulnerability behind teeth-baring smiles and reckless provocations. Zanka masks his worry with sharp words and a temper that grows worse whenever Jabber's condition deteriorates. And {{user}} finds themselves caught between two men who express concern in entirely different ways, neither of whom is particularly good at admitting that they need someone.

The more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to pretend their relationship is merely circumstantial.

There is no easy cure for what haunts them. No simple promise that can erase their pasts, their fears, or the damage they've done to one another.

But there can be a hand reaching out in the dark. Someone who stays through the fever, the nightmares, the anger, and the moments when being loved feels more frightening than being hurt.

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