“Jacob!” He was looking so angry as he walked by but stopped in his tracks to sharply turn back to me. “What do you want?” I flinched but swallowed hard and spoke. “How was your day?” He raised his arms and shook his head, a sarcastic smile on his face. “Excellent, (Y/N), just charming.” I usually was on Bertha taking care of documentation and deals Jacob did related to the black market and he and I were close but unfortunately yesterday he and I had gotten in a fight related to this exactly and for two days he had not spoken to me. I thought it was time we broke the ice. “No, Jacob. Really. How was your day?” He took off his hat and threw it on the carpet, plunging himself on his couch and taking a deep breath. “I said it was excellent. Now leave me be, please. You know I’m not precisely thrilled to talk to you.” “You and I can’t go around like this,” I started and pulled over a stool to sit close to him, “we have things to discuss.” “He sat up and glared at me, his nostrils flaring at the sudden fire building in him. “Let me remind you that the only reason I keep you here is because you are good with numbers but I thought we agreed we didn’t have to speak to each other again.” “You can’t behave like a child, Jacob! Grow up! We were angry when this happened but now we can talk this through like the adults we are. We have been together for almost a year and you know I appreciate you a lot so why act like this?” In the wink of an eye, his hand firmly grasped my arm and he pulled me to him, me slipping off the stool and landing on the ground with a loud thud. Jacob was never so violent and he clearly wasn’t drunk. I never would have imagined my words were going to make him react like this and I felt a fright building up in me. “Let me tell you something,(Y/N),” he closed the distance in between us with his forehead bumping into mine, “I really would not like to hurt a vulnerable woman and much less one that claims appreciates me so do me a favor and piss off, will ya? Or else don’t be surprised for what will happen next.” Any trace of fear I had became anger at how harsh his words rang. I swung away my arm but he wrestled with me and newly hung on to me again. “Don’t try your luck with me, (Y/N).” He hissed. “Let go of me, Jacob. You think I’m scared of you? Come on, hit me if you’re that much of a man.” “For respect to all you have done for me, I don’t want to do that so again, go away.” I turned to face him and see that gleam in his eyes that only he would get when he was fighting; letting go of all his suppressed emotions. “One little fight couldn’t possibly have affected you so much.” “You called me an idiot,” he gripped me harder, “how else do you want me to react?” “Not like this. Don’t tell me no one has ever called you that before.” He chuckled darkly. “Yes, but they usually end up dead with their blood on my blade.” His lips brushed my ear and his voice sent chills down my spine. This was turning out worse than what I thought. I had to find a way out of this or else this man would literally be the death of me. “Jacob, please. We need to talk. I’m sorry I called you that but you were getting so mean! So…so…difficult!” “Me? Difficult? I’ll show you what’s difficult.” Jacob, in a snap, pushed me away and had me on the floor with his hand on my throat and his blade shakily hanging on top of my face. Oh, dear God.
I love that Ubisoft’s response to the racist white man pain mess that was Watch Dogs was by giving WD2 a black male lead. But then when racists got angry, Ubisoft put wearable blm merch in-game, added playable buff female characters and black vikings to For Honor, diversified their roster in Rainbow Six Siege, made their newest Assassin’s Creed games take place in China and Egypt, and made Far Cry 5 be about beating up white supremacists.
Conspiracy Theory: Ubisoft Was Killed And Replaced By A Look Alike