we're no strangers to love

[acahellyeah]

WHO: ANDY BERNARD and BLACK MASK
WHERE: Roman's house in the Bronx
WHEN: Valentine's Day evening
WARNINGS: Uh... violence... death...
SUMMARY: It looks like that last Valentine... broke his heart. (Yeaaaaahhhhh)
FORMAT: Quick!


[ It was his last assignment, and Andy was glad for that. Good money as it was, singing telegrams were tiring work considering how little appreciation his recipients ever showed. Even when he went out of his way to pick up costumes. Well, this costume didn't fit too well and he was looking forward to getting to take it off later. Tight leather (it was leather, right?) was really unflattering on his legs.

He knocked on the door, cleared his throat, and as soon as it opened he'd launch right into the first verse of Never Gonna Give You Up. ]

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[maskurbates]

[When the smiley face was finished, he released the drill's trigger and inspected his work.]

You look as pretty as a picture, Andy. Now, if you just hold tight--

[He picked up a plastic Guy Fawkes mask from among his tools.]

--all that's left is the finishing touch.

[acahellyeah]

Oh Godddddddddd. OhGodohGodohGodohGod.

[ All Andy could do, really, was scream and gasp and sob and say "Oh God" over and over. His body at that point was shaking and convulsing with pain, but weakly. He stared blearily and miserably forward, his mouth bleeding from biting through his tongue. ]

[maskurbates]

[Roman paused.]

Any last words? Because what's next is going to kill you. And probably slowly.

[acahellyeah]

[ Andy blinked and tried to breathe steadily. He spent a few moments trying to calm himself down to the best of his ability so that he could at least speak. ]

N-no, not really, except once again urging you to reconsider. Which would be a request a lot more strongly worded had I not-- [ Slow breath, stumbling on his words again. ] aced Anger Management, I-- look, what's the-- what's the point?

[maskurbates]

The point is--

[He set the mask over Andy's face, then picked up a screw and placed the tip of it on the mask's chin and the tip of the drill bit on the screw.]

--when Nygma decides to play games, innocent people get hurt.

[Then he squeezed the trigger.]

[acahellyeah]

[ Andy's body convulsed, blood gushing and spurting from the drill down his neck, spattering his chest. His screams were strained and disjointed from his throat giving out and the placement of the first screw, but they made the effort. ]

[maskurbates]

There you go, Bernard. Let it all out...

[He placed the second screw at Andy's right temple. While he drilled he imagined the horror on the Mayor's face once the body was discovered.

This would be like striking at two birds with one stone. The thought was uplifting, or as much as it could be, through the continued haze (had someone drugged him? someone had definitely drugged him).]

[acahellyeah]

[ Andy shrieked again once more, loud and shrill, before the screw pierced his temple, spurted more blood, and he rather abruptly stopped. His body convulsed once more before stopping as well. ]

[maskurbates]

[He drilled the third and final screw to the opposite temple, then paused to admire his work.]

Hm. That was riveting.

[He laughed to himself as he peeled off his gloves and apron. One quick phone call for a dumping crew, and another for a moving crew. This house was compromised and no longer safe, if Nygma had known where to send Andy.]