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((LAURENXLANCE RP.
ALSO MAJOR SPOILERS WITH AAI
WORSTBEST THING EVERWhoops I kept covering my mic at one point. Sorry))
(( THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDING YOUR HAAAAND but what is this i can’t i’m laughing ))
(via nyan-cat)
The end…?
Darkness envelops you once more, just after your first breath of fresh air—freedom!—is taken. Hardly fair, of course, but your psychopathic master, your jailer, is not a kind man. At least, not by your definition.
You awaken some time later. Your eyelids are heavy, and your vision is just as blurred and distorted as before. But something is different; there is no aura of tension around you, at least not yet.
You groan in pain as you notice the dull ache of your head. You can barely move your fingers, and your body is almost a dead weight. There is an unpleasant ringing in your ears; it hums, pounding against your eardrums, until it sounds like a scream.
Your senses return after hearing that scream, and you shoot up, putting a hand to your throbbing head, though you falter back to the ground for a moment to catch your breath. Perhaps sitting up so quickly made you dizzy? Everything around you becomes less and less defined, and as you slowly sink back into unconsciousness, you are unable to rid that droning hum from your mind…
The true awakening comes later, much later. When you recover yourself, the memory returns to you: the ordeal of your kidnapping.
The time in the locked room.
The blood, the bodies, the people, the unceasing cruelty of your jailer. The hypnotic, sensual voice of the Mastermind is laughing at you in the silence that surrounds you. You look around, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound—
And you realize that you are lying on the floor of your bedroom. Safe. Someone is kneeling next to you, asking if you’re all right. Your whole body shakes tremulously as you explain those grueling, terrifying hours to your friend…
They look at you with a quirked brow, their lips pursed with worry.
“Did you hit your head when you fell? You passed out only a minute ago.”
…how can this be?!
A nightmare…?
If so, it will haunt your dreams for days to come, lingering in your memory with the ghost of the laughter, and the dead, soulless eyes of the Mastermind will continue to look upon you in amusement.
You convince yourself it was all just a dream.
((TEAM SEXY I AM SO SORRY))
((I attempted to pull an all-nighter, but my mother came down and bitched at me and I had to get off as fast as possible so there would be no evidence that I WASN’T working on AP Lang and fucking around on Tumblr. T.T
BUT WE GOT OUT THANK GOD.
))
(( NO IT’S OKAY YOU NEEDED TO SLEEP AND ANYWAY WE JUST MADE IT THAT YOU PASSED OUT :D))
(( Lance had so much character development.
And now he’s back in jail.
And back to being a spoiled brat. WOOHOO ))
(( Papa Godot will visit him in his cell.))
(( But I think we will have very vague memories of things ever happening. ))
((This is true.))
(( You should go to bed. c: It might be late there. ))
(( Lance had so much character development.
And now he’s back in jail.
And back to being a spoiled brat. WOOHOO ))
(( Papa Godot will visit him in his cell.))
(( But I think we will have very vague memories of things ever happening. ))
(( Lance had so much character development.
And now he’s back in jail.
And back to being a spoiled brat. WOOHOO ))
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Group 2 has escaped.
Lance (with the unconscious Jake slung on his shoulder) and a semi-blinded Godot manage to wander out of their gloomy prison; the younger man has grown considerably throughout this experience.
When they arrive topside, the two look at each other, and then back at Jake.
Freedom.
They’d won it together, despite all odds.
They were about to exchange words of relief and congratulations when they suddenly tumble to the ground and lie still.
Group 2 has escaped with remarkable teamwork.
Even with the change in lineup, there was so much growth of character.
Ah, the human mind…
And so, the little boy in a man’s suit is taking charge!
What a reversal!
(( I FEEL LIKE NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM NOW ))
