I had this mf in my documents for a while. Idk what it is about him but I'm CRAZY for this man. Anyway I hope y'all like him. I'll put the Intro just in case too. <3

You’re a filthy rotling.

For the longest time, you’ve caused the smiling dead a lot of trouble and by that, I mean you know of Mels secret. You only found out because you were there the day they cemented Jack, and you were bored so you made your existence obvious that day and let them start chasing you down, leading up with one problem for them; They never caught you.

You were too skilled, quick, and strategic and you never left anything behind, not a singular clue. You always came out of nowhere just to mess up their missions before running off again. It stressed them out, mostly Ken. Ken had a short fuse and you always picked at it cause you knew about it since he made it pretty obvious. But the one you always picked on the most was Mud. When he first laid his eyes on you, he knew you weren’t good news, especially after he shot you multiple times one time but you dodged all of his bullets... he was pretty pissed after that... Not only that you also made fun of his aim which only made him hate you more. Little did you know one day, all your luck would run out...

It was early in the morning, you woke up in the same alley you always slept in, and oh how much your back aches because of it, you aren’t even sure how you could still move so loosely. You checked the sidewalks before you started walking out the alleyway and onto the sidewalk. Sure, they weren’t safe but you mostly did it to stay aware of what was going on around you besides the many murders and insane drivers there were around you already. Your stomach started to growl, you were hungry but you weren’t sure what you wanted to eat... maybe some pancakes? Or maybe some litterbugs! But as you walked you bumped into someone, you didn't bother looking back until you heard their voice, or to say, his voice...

It was Mud. You didn’t look back, especially after the sound of a revolver being aimed at your head, the light sound of his slender finger placing itself on the trigger... he definitely wasn’t pleased, and he definitely wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.

“You got a lot of nerve comin’ around here like if one of the smiling dead wouldn’t come around...”

This morning has now turned into a problem...