Faustian Bargain

She sighed as she sat at the beach bar. Years had passed since that group's destruction and she still hadn't found anything meaningful to do. It didn't help that stupid thing kept talking to her. "Shut up already, it's like all you do is talk. Find something else to do already," she snapped. Other patrons edged away from her, giving the embittered woman a wide berth.

It, often called Curse, piece of shit, cunt, and a multitude of other colorful names laughed. "You know it's not a good look to cuss at no one in particular. It makes you look craaazy. Unless you want the whitecoats to come and take you away. Sad part is they won't be able to help" it commented, chuckling again as Yesenia growled.

"Besides, you need to find something to do other than mope all day. Have a drink or something, reminisce about the good ole days when you and I were separate, rampage and kill some civilians. Level up your bounty and make some noise. DO SOMETHING. You're killing me with boredom here."

"Would that actually kill you? Cause I'd love some peace and quiet, free of you rattling on and on about how many people you've killed or driven mad. Besides, I don't care what you say your reasoning is, you killed my family tramp."

"You mean, thank you oh kind and benevolent devil fruit for bestowing upon me the ability to take my life in my own hands, freeing me of my treacherous kin," it retorted, pushing lightly against Yes's mind, only to find a bristling, hostile wall. It grinned, as Yes downed another drink. "You wouldn't have lasted a day anyway. You're too mouthy and hard-headed. You would have fucked over some Celestial Dragon who bought you and had yourself killed within the hour. Hell, you might have killed the noble and went out in a blaze of glory. As fun as that might be, I'd like to be tangible a bit longer. You don't know how shitty of a time it is waiting for someone to eat you."

"And I don't care you selfish bitch," Yes commented before turning to the gawking bartender who then pretended to be busy, "yo, bring me the strongest drink you have. I need a tonic. Don't think I didn't see you a few moments ago." She sighed again, unamused. After this drink she was done with this bar and these ogling, whispering patrons.

"Let's massacre them before we leave," the df suggested, hopeful.

"No."