dead is the new alive, life's only living rival. WHO: Loki & Kenzi WHERE:Sleepy Hollow's attic Wouldn't they like to know? WHEN: Monday. WHAT: Things get creepy, painfully and (hopefully) snarky. WARNINGS: High, gore, language, all the bed things in the world. STATUS: In progress
Talk about an awkward way of waking up.
Kenzi did, indeed, having a drinking problem. Anyone with two eyes could see that clear as day - she knew how to knock them back and then she'd pass out in a drunken stupor, wake up with a headache but would never really barf up her innards. And part of her thought this was a drunk night gone bad, that maybe Natasha decided to be a huge bitch and play a dark, dark prank on her, but nope. Lady Deathtrap wasn't this cruel and probably didn't have the kind of equipment to put her in this.
From the contraption around her head, she heard a voice: Hello Kenzi, I would like to play a game. You enjoy games, don't you? You play out your life as one big game. Ever the joker. You have a second chance here, Kenzi, to do what should've been done, or to choose another path. One without the same flaws of your current path. The choice is yours. Before you is an X-Ray. This is your X-Ray, the key to the device around your neck is implanted behind your eye. It's time to make your choice Kenzi. Live, or die, and face the consequences.
Who in their fucking right mind would stick a key behind her eye? Like, did they perform surgery while she was conked out? What?
Kenzi wriggled in her straps a bit, nervously, but at least she wasn't alone?