He heard some people whispering across the street about jumping him. He lured them into following him in a circle around the block before he turned around and called them out.
All of a sudden they weren’t gonna jump him anymore.
Fucking pussies.
Grove St. Home, at least it was before I fucked everything up
Series of oneshots involving Crispin’s trip home from the hospital.
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Crispy kept his head on a swivel. He felt bad for admitting it but he kind of wanted it to escalate. He was seriously considering full sending it if someone else tried to pull shit on him.
Prison wouldn’t be that bad, right?
Wow that was kind of fucked.
He tried to convince himself that those were intrusive thoughts instead of him actually contemplating killing again as he stamped that idea out of his head.
Prison wouldn’t be that bad, right?
Wow that was kind of fucked.
He tried to convince himself that those were intrusive thoughts instead of him actually contemplating killing again as he stamped that idea out of his head.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
He finally got rid of his other wrist cast.
He went back to climbing shit again. He started with trees, though that bright orange water tower looks pretty tempting.
He went back to climbing shit again. He started with trees, though that bright orange water tower looks pretty tempting.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
He kicked his legs against the base of the water tower. Sitting on top of shit nobody else can climb was always satisfying. He should probably get down before someone recognizes him and makes a police call thinking he’s suicidal or some shit.
Or just calls that he’s sitting on top of a water tower. There’s probably some law or regulation against it.
He’ll probably find somewhere more interesting to chill, or somewhere higher to climb.
Or just calls that he’s sitting on top of a water tower. There’s probably some law or regulation against it.
He’ll probably find somewhere more interesting to chill, or somewhere higher to climb.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
Crispy wanted something better than McDonalds or microwave dinners for once. He had some spare cash on him, he figured he'd walk his happy ass over to Bdubs.
Walking across the street towards the Buffalo Wild Wings parking lot he noticed a lot of bikes nearby the usual cars filling the parking lot. An awful lot of bikes. The place was going to be packed. He figured he'd turn around and go back home, but he wasn't doing shit anyways. Just him and his phone at this point.
He was told it'd be about a 20 minute wait to get a table unless he wanted to sit at the bar. Crispy glanced past the main dining area filled with various families and friends and people just enjoying their lunch break. Behind them, there was the bar area filled with the bikers. They all had matching patches.
They also had a diamond with a 1% inside it next to their rocker.
Upon careful consideration, Crispy decided-
He was fuckin' hungry. So off to the bar he went as the server's eyes widened a little bit.
Walking across the street towards the Buffalo Wild Wings parking lot he noticed a lot of bikes nearby the usual cars filling the parking lot. An awful lot of bikes. The place was going to be packed. He figured he'd turn around and go back home, but he wasn't doing shit anyways. Just him and his phone at this point.
He was told it'd be about a 20 minute wait to get a table unless he wanted to sit at the bar. Crispy glanced past the main dining area filled with various families and friends and people just enjoying their lunch break. Behind them, there was the bar area filled with the bikers. They all had matching patches.
They also had a diamond with a 1% inside it next to their rocker.
Upon careful consideration, Crispy decided-
He was fuckin' hungry. So off to the bar he went as the server's eyes widened a little bit.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
The bikers mostly left him alone, so he did the same. He couldn't help but glance at their patch. 'Baphomets Basterds' on top, this misspelling and lack of punctuation is supposedly intentional, though this detail is too minute for Crispy to understand. 'Nomads' on the bottom. In between the rockers were the symbol of a red pentagram with a white goat or ram skull in the center. He's pretty sure he saw some documentaries on these guys before. Got up to a lot of crazy shit in the 80's, including a full-blown casino war at Vegas in the 90's, and the Quebec biker wars. They're all over the place. West coast, deep south, Canada, hell there's even a bunch of them in Germany. Usually, the bottom rocker is where they're from, the turf they claim. If they're Nomads, they go from place to place obviously. Places being where they're 'needed.
Again, they left Crispy alone, so he'd leave them al-
"Who the fuck is this civilian?"
Motherfuck.
Again, they left Crispy alone, so he'd leave them al-
"Who the fuck is this civilian?"
Motherfuck.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
Crispin was thrown out the back of the van, his hands bound with a bag over his head.
This was the second time he had been kidnapped, but it’s kinda funny it happened twice.
This was the second time he had been kidnapped, but it’s kinda funny it happened twice.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
While Astrid was posing for Rolling Stone, Crispin was sitting down underneath an overpass, surrounded by other prospects and patched members of the Basterds, drinking Gatorade and leaking blood from his nose. He had a dirty leather vest on over his dirty torn clothes. The vest said 'Prospect' on the back, and reeked of blood, sweat, piss, and whiskey, but it was his vest. He earned it.
The guy who looked kind of like Brad Dourif in Lord of The Rings wearing the 'President' vest sat next to him.
"So what you think?"
Crispy glanced up at him, the mixture of his own blood and Gatorade mingling in his mouth. He swallowed. "I don't know, man. It don't feel real. I feel like, something like this would be a bit harder."
Wormtongue smiled at him. His eyes glowed a reddish color.
"Wanna go for round two then, smartass? I can join in with my gift if you want to go up against something a bit tougher than other prospects."
Crispy didn't feel like getting his face burned off for a third time, obviously. "N-no, that's not, that's not what I meant. I thought like, you know, the whole canonization thing was the last thing you do. Like, I thought I was supposed to do a bunch of hazing and drinking and all the other shit."
President laughed. "That's the neat part. You still have to."
The guy who looked kind of like Brad Dourif in Lord of The Rings wearing the 'President' vest sat next to him.
"So what you think?"
Crispy glanced up at him, the mixture of his own blood and Gatorade mingling in his mouth. He swallowed. "I don't know, man. It don't feel real. I feel like, something like this would be a bit harder."
Wormtongue smiled at him. His eyes glowed a reddish color.
"Wanna go for round two then, smartass? I can join in with my gift if you want to go up against something a bit tougher than other prospects."
Crispy didn't feel like getting his face burned off for a third time, obviously. "N-no, that's not, that's not what I meant. I thought like, you know, the whole canonization thing was the last thing you do. Like, I thought I was supposed to do a bunch of hazing and drinking and all the other shit."
President laughed. "That's the neat part. You still have to."
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
On the list of less-than-legal things Crispy has done, he was impressed that "doing a keg stand while surrounded by a bunch of dudes at least twice his age" was so late on the list.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
At least they had the decency to drop him off back home.
At like, five in the morning...
He stumbled to his door, barely working fingers fumbling with the knob. He stopped. He was dizzy-
He hurled over the railing of the trailer's porch. Tasted nothing but booze. Probably because that's all he had today- shit, he ain't ate nothing.
Ah, fuck it, didn't matter. He had the most fun; the only fun he'd had since; before- y'know. Crispin finally emptied the rest of his stomach onto the grass outside before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He'd stumble back inside his house, and flop into bed.
At like, five in the morning...
He stumbled to his door, barely working fingers fumbling with the knob. He stopped. He was dizzy-
He hurled over the railing of the trailer's porch. Tasted nothing but booze. Probably because that's all he had today- shit, he ain't ate nothing.
Ah, fuck it, didn't matter. He had the most fun; the only fun he'd had since; before- y'know. Crispin finally emptied the rest of his stomach onto the grass outside before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He'd stumble back inside his house, and flop into bed.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
"Crispy what the fuck. Where were you all day, I thought you were going to the damn buffalo wild wings?"
Early stared down at his son who was half on, half off his bed, reeking of alcohol and other fluids.
"Imma Baphlments Basturds naooow."
...
"You're a fucking idiot is what you are."
Early stared down at his son who was half on, half off his bed, reeking of alcohol and other fluids.
"Imma Baphlments Basturds naooow."
...
"You're a fucking idiot is what you are."
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
Taking a hangover shower, Crispy had to wonder...
How did I get here?
How did I get here?
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
“Shut the fuck up, prospect.” The voice interrupted the one calling out Crispy. It came from the tall creepy looking guy, long slicked back hair and a high forehead. He sat down on the stool, next to him.
“But he’s right though, what the fuck are you doing here, Christian?”
Crispy glanced up at at the guy.
“It’s Crispin; didn’t want to wait forty minutes for wings- Wait, how do you know my name?”
Creepy guy blinked. Presumably, not many people talked to him like that before. He smiled back.
“My bad, Criiispiiin, I’m just wondering what kind of moron thinks they’re tough enough to hang with the original one percenters when we’ve never seen you before in our lives.”
“Must think you’re hot shit after that shit you did in the desert, huh? Talking all that shit on the news. Looking for more clout, or just another fight? What is it?”
…
“Dawg I’m just tryin’ to eat some wings.”
“But he’s right though, what the fuck are you doing here, Christian?”
Crispy glanced up at at the guy.
“It’s Crispin; didn’t want to wait forty minutes for wings- Wait, how do you know my name?”
Creepy guy blinked. Presumably, not many people talked to him like that before. He smiled back.
“My bad, Criiispiiin, I’m just wondering what kind of moron thinks they’re tough enough to hang with the original one percenters when we’ve never seen you before in our lives.”
“Must think you’re hot shit after that shit you did in the desert, huh? Talking all that shit on the news. Looking for more clout, or just another fight? What is it?”
…
“Dawg I’m just tryin’ to eat some wings.”
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
"Why would we want you?"
..."I mean, look at me. I'm all burnt the fuck up. Can't get no job, can't go a day through school. I ain't got no future, there ain't nothing there for me."
The club president stood up from his stool. "Hey man. Check this shit out." He placed his leg on the stool, and pulled his pant leg up, revealing a prosthetic in place of where his leg used to be. "Marine Corps didn't want me after that drunk ass motherfucker nearly chopped me in half. VA told me this was 'not-service-related'. I killed for my country, and they wouldn't even keep me around because some shitheel out in town fucked around. Wrong place wrong time..."
"Nobody cares about your sob story. Why would I want you around?"
"I mean, y'all saw what I do to people when I swing on 'em."
"Yeah..." President nodded. "Yeah, I suppose we did. You'd be willing to do it again if I need you?"
"Wouldn't be much of a jump from wasting my classmates..."
Pres laughed. "Alright, alright hardcase! You convinced me, let's talk outside, psycho. Name's Joachim."
....
"Crispin."
"I know your name, fuckwad."
And that's how Crispy got bagged and tossed into the back of a Baphomets Basterds wagon.
..."I mean, look at me. I'm all burnt the fuck up. Can't get no job, can't go a day through school. I ain't got no future, there ain't nothing there for me."
The club president stood up from his stool. "Hey man. Check this shit out." He placed his leg on the stool, and pulled his pant leg up, revealing a prosthetic in place of where his leg used to be. "Marine Corps didn't want me after that drunk ass motherfucker nearly chopped me in half. VA told me this was 'not-service-related'. I killed for my country, and they wouldn't even keep me around because some shitheel out in town fucked around. Wrong place wrong time..."
"Nobody cares about your sob story. Why would I want you around?"
"I mean, y'all saw what I do to people when I swing on 'em."
"Yeah..." President nodded. "Yeah, I suppose we did. You'd be willing to do it again if I need you?"
"Wouldn't be much of a jump from wasting my classmates..."
Pres laughed. "Alright, alright hardcase! You convinced me, let's talk outside, psycho. Name's Joachim."
....
"Crispin."
"I know your name, fuckwad."
And that's how Crispy got bagged and tossed into the back of a Baphomets Basterds wagon.
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.
Crispy got a text on his phone. It was a messenger group chat.
+1(571)219-....
"Sup Prospects! Meet me at the food lion at 2100. Don't make me come looking for you or I'll rip them nasty ass vests off all of you."
There was at least 6 other people in the chat.
+1(571)219-....
"Reply back, fuck nuggets."
Crispy was the first.
"Bet."
+1(571)219-....
"Sup Prospects! Meet me at the food lion at 2100. Don't make me come looking for you or I'll rip them nasty ass vests off all of you."
There was at least 6 other people in the chat.
+1(571)219-....
"Reply back, fuck nuggets."
Crispy was the first.
"Bet."
Catche thinks my squirrel is Fisk so here's my daily reminder that he is not.