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A crazed Doctor and his childish assistant.

Location: Kino Der Toten

Her tittering seemed dulled and non-existent over his booming, maniacal laugh. Gunshots echoed and bounced off every wall surrounding the crew of zombie killers. An abnormally large horde of zombies were caving their way in on them gradually.

(Y/n) sprinted as fast as she could, eventually finding herself running in a loop throughout the theatre, slashing each zombie in her path as she did so.

She turned on her heel, seeing one zombie following in her footsteps. With a single bullet being fired from her gun, the creature crumbled to the floor. Confusion struck her for a moment, as she gazed about her surroundings. Heavy footsteps approaching drew her attention to the dressing room. She squinted, trying to find the man lurking in the shadows of the room.

A maniacal laugh pierced through the air, as the man stepped forward with his hands clasped behind his back. Through fractures in the ceiling, little daylight could weave its way into the building, revealing one man she had sought; Dr. Richtofen.

The German stalked loser to the girl, looking down on her with a menacing smile adorning his face.

"Hello, little one." He joked, poking at her cheeks playfully.

Her face dusted in a bright pink as she felt herself becoming extremely embarrassed. Richtofen chuckled to himself, watching as (Y/n) hid herself behind her hands.

Startling her, (Y/n) felt a firm pair of gloved hands grasp her wrists. She peered between her fingers, soon feeling her hands being pulled to her sides. Richtofen eyed the girl, his brow cocked and a smirk dancing across his face.

In the blink of an eye, Richtofen had planted his lips upon hers. Before her mind could register the moment, (Y/n) stood star-struck. The Doctor grinned and sauntered past her, laughing to himself as he did so. The girl turned, her mouth agape. She shook her head and hurried after the man.

(Y/n) had chased the man backstage. She stopped, noticing Richtofen spin on his heel with a toothy grin on his face. He strolled over to her once more, immediately clutching her waist, tugging her closer. Her face burst into a glowing red, as she attempted to hide herself behind her hands. Richtofen playfully rolled his eyes and smashed his lips against hers. Startled at first, (Y/n) quickly melted into the kiss.

Before the pair knew it, their kiss was ended abruptly by the sound of someone clearing their throat. None other than their American comrade; Dempsey, happened to be making his way towards the Mystery Box, which happened to be backstage, yet managed to stumble upon the two.

(Y/n) faced the American with a smile on her face. Richtofen appeared to be agitated. Suddenly, she smirked, an idea popping into her head, before spinning around and facing the German once again. (Y/n) snatched his hat from his head, sprinting past Dempsey laughing loudly as she did so.

"(Y/n)!" Richtofen exclaimed, soon running after her.