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Recap:

>Midnight Adventures with a reliable friend, the stuff dreams are made out of
>Broken dreams
>Barefoot over fields of lego, the stuff nightmares are made out of.
>Broken Nightmares
>Cold, Numb
>Probably lost
>It’s a long walk, just the two of us, the mountains, the sky, and the sound of running water and abandonment.>What’s that? A seedy bar in the middle of a city you don’t know?
>Let’s ask for directions! That’s a great plan, me!
>Keep telling yourself that, past me.
>Keep telling yourself that.
>Inb4 Storybro gets raped and murdered
>The worst of a bad situation, running on gravel, the taste of rocks in your mouth.
>Fear in your eyes
>The smell of tobacco on his breath
>And then a plan so crazy it’s amazing she came up with it on the spot.
>She hadn’t
>She’d used it before
>And the worst part, it didn’t always work.
>A trip in the other direction, holding hands
>For comfort, for safety
>The girl who waited
>Everything all wibbly wobbly
>A hell of a drug.

>When gadget whispered in my ear, i jumped
>Theres no way
>She wasn’t serious, she was joking
>How the hell would she even know, i’d never even seen a bag like this before
>I was completely underestimating whatever crazy drug connections she had if she could tell what this was.
>I didn’t even get it properly in my mouth all the way
>I’d really just sucked it off her finger, so my lips, little bit of my gums, and the tiny front of my tongue were numb like i said.
>REALLY numb, i don’t know why but i couldn’t feel anything it touched.
>Not quite rubbery, not quite tingly, the taste went away quick too.
>That numbness lingered, even as she pulled her finger away and to her mouth again
>Sucking on the pinkie to get it wet again, seductively even
>Or not seductively, i’m not sure there’s a way to suck on a finger that’s just been in someone else’s mouth that isn’t seductive
>I doubt she meant it to be seductive, just consider that my male brain at the time tying knots that don’t exist.
>Raven pipes in while gadget’s got the finger in her mouth.
>worry, confusion, it’s obviously painted across her cheeks
>”What is it?”
>Accusations, fun.
>she continues
>”it’s what you two gave blondie right? You’re both going to be all giggly in a second aren’t you!”
>You can imagine her voice, maybe even better than i could explain it.
>Exasperated, angry, accusing, and downright distrustful all at the same time.
>Her eyes too, worried, but it’s too dark to see them well enough to confirm.
>I was probably imagining what her face looked like, what expressions she was making.
>I knew her well enough
>Gadget interjects with a chuckling comment, a defusal of sorts.
>”Who would waste this on blondie?”

>That’s what we in the business of women call a “Red flag”
>Rising up the pole, red flags everywhere.
>Panic initiated
>Gadget if this is your fault…
>The girl in question already had her finger in the bag again, and out.
>Offering another dose to raven
>I got a better look at what she was holding out, it was clear, kinda white and pasty, like it was wet before she put her finger in.
>Little gob of goo, not really powder.
>Confused about that, i could swear cocaine was powder
>”Here try for yourself”
>Raven, rightfully so, eyes it suspiciously, states she’s straight edge and wants no part of it.
>Good choi-
>”Oh don’t be a prude, it’s nothing bad.”
>Whoah gadget
>That’s a fucking dick thing to say
>I realize that although she was carrying a calm cool exterior, there was anger behind that.
>Maybe i was willing to forgive raven, but she wasn’t
>I stop her, yank her hand away.
>She pulls out of my grasp, announces “Fine! More for me then!”
>Emphasized it with a return of the finger to her own mouth.
>Not sure if she’s doing it to spite me, or because she really wants to
>watch her rub it around, spreading the paste across her gums.
>It’s dark, i don’t know if i can see her face but she’s smiling, i know it.
>and she goes for another fingerful of the stuff
>Nope.nope
>I snatch that bag away,
>I might even spill some of it, who cares though.
>[spoiler]all the drug users in here are cringing, or you don’t know what we had[/spoiler]

>Gadget’s eyes follow it the entire time
>They flash when i upturn the bag, as if she’s scared i’ll spill it.
>I hand the bag to raven, Hold gadgets arms up and out so she can’t get at it.
>She’s squirming and almost aggravated at my intrusion into her treat
>A worried “Don’t waste it!” out of her before she relaxes
>she’s looking down at the ground now
>mumbles something quietly
>I don’t hear it, and i shake her lightly and ask
>a kind meaningful “what?”
>Her weight shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably
>then more mumbling, but i make out what she’s saying this time
>”…i don’t want to think about tonight anymore”
>that surprises me
>makes me drop her arms, and they flop to her sides limply
>Her eyes averted towards the floor numbly, like my mouth.
>But Fuck, that’s a tempting thought.
>I wouldn’t mind not thinking about tonight anymore either
>It’s not too long too long before someone gives off a “Hmm…It doesn’t smell like anything” from behind me.

>I snap around
>Oh you fucking idiot ra-
>Too late
>She had long since licked her finger clean, and announced it tasted like crushed altoids or something similar in a paste
>Continued on about it being tingly numb
>”So what is it? Like toothpaste or something?”
>Damnit Raven, there goes your edge
>I glare at her
>I don’t know if gadget is right, but i repeat what she said
>I tell her that “Gadget said it’s cocaine”
>[spoiler]You ever watched a girl go from curious george, to furious george anons?
>It’s pretty neat, first they stand a little taller
>You can almost imagine them bristling up like a cat to look bigger
>Stance widens, arms and shoulders perk up.
>Fists clench, unclench and clench again[/spoiler]
>”NOTHING BAD?”
>Oh yeah, bye gadget
>Nice knowin ya
>[spoiler]and that’s just what you can tell on a dark driveway up to our bed and breakfast where the only little lights illuminated the ground and not us.[/spoiler]

>Oh and then they start hitting you
>Because i’m the one standing in between her and the one she wanted to really hit.
>I mean she was yelling lots of angry things too
>I think her tongue was kinda numb so the words didn’t come out that well, but they got the message across.
>”WHY WOULD YOU WANT ME TO TASTE THAT”
>and
>”YOU KNOW I DON’T DO ANY OF THOSE THINGS”
>and my favorite
>”YOU DRUGGIE, FIRST BLONDIE AND NOW ME, GO DIE!”
>It’s pretty clear raven has a problem with gadget and her knowledge of drugs.
>Introduce her to the same pin-down i had for gadget seconds earlier
>I would say i was done with her shit, but i understood
>It’s a pretty crummy thing when your friends tell you “It’s nothing bad” and it’s motherfucking cocaine.
>And although she was hitting me with her fists, it wasn’t hard
> it was…
>Kind of when you want to hit something to work out frustrations at something that can’t be changed now that you’ve done it.
>I was her pillow taking a bit of abuse at the moment.
>Just take it from me
>sometimes with your partner you gotta grit your teeth and take the love in whatever form it comes in.
>Masochism aside, we heard what sounded like motorcycles on the road.
>Gadget didn’t even hesitate
>She was gone towards the house
>i slapped my hand over raven’s mouth to stop her incessant complaining for the moment
>Told her to do the same.

>I followed the running girl, yanking another after me.
>Running barefoot across grass, another section of parking lot and into a courtyard with two trees
>Lights were on, we could see it was lovely
>I wish i could explain what a beautiful place this was to stay at, but it didn’t matter to us at that moment
>Gadget was here already
>Glued to one of the adobe windows of the courtyard watching
>Staring with the intensity that only comes with extreme concentration, or fear.
>We were terrified, i just put the pieces together in my head right then.
>We told them where we were staying
>Fucked wasn’t even the word for it
>Fuck
>Fuck fuck fuckity fucked.
>It was only a couple seconds
>We waited, the source of the noise appeared
>It was definitely a motorcycle

>Really it was nothing to be afraid of
>just a single headlight and backlight as it rode down our short glimpse of road
>someone completely different.
>and it’s gone
>[spoiler]I’m sorry this line is only for customers who have money with the bank[/spoiler]
>I didn’t relax after it passed
>I heard every single sound.
>the rustle of the trees, the sound of raven breathing
>a creek silently bubbling away in the distance
>Like you could hear it, but it was pressing down all around you and muffling it all.
>i felt like my head was going to explode with the silence
>And then i heard gadget take a breath in
>She was holding it this entire time
>Oh
>That’s why my head was pounding too.

>Breath in
>Breath out
>I’m wide awake, i don’t know why
>goes to show just how much that had affected me, even if i didn’t want to admit it.
>Adrenaline
>i was sleeping on my feet moments ago as we walked in, but now it was like i’d had ten shots of espresso
>Adrenaline wasn’t like this, my heart was pumping pretty hard
>I thought i knew what adrenaline felt like
>Maybe i was just really that scared
>But i should be calming down
>A minute of silence, we’re all sitting there waiting and watching
>I can tell raven is confused, but i appreciate her trusting us and staying quiet.
>She’s got a panicked stare out at the street, as if she’s searching for what we’re hiding from.
>Then a look back to me, then gadget with a questioning stare, and then the street again.
>I looked over to gadget and she had flushed cheeks, as far as i could see from the light flooding in behind us
>Raven too
>I take a couple more deep breaths, to make sure
>I’m still feeling the same, i can’t calm down.
>A voice rings out from the silence, it seems to be gadget
>Quiet, but clear
>”You guys feel that right”

>Now for anons who don’t realize what’s happening
>We’re going to take a little time-out here to explain some drug facts to non-users.
>You’ve seen movies, TV shows, dramas
>Police officers always pull over that bad guy, dip a finger in some cocaine and taste it to test it out.
>Make sure its real stuff and not just some other white powder
>The bad guys do it too, they take out a stiletto knife and put a line on the blade and lick right along the entire thing.
>Make sure they aren’t getting cheated before a big deal.
>The idea is that they can taste how good it is, how much of it is actually “Cut down”, and that’s true you sorta can, it’s got a very distinct flavor.
>The way we always assume you “Do” the darn drug is by snorting it up your nose.
>That’s not completely true, like most every other drug you can insert it into your body in plenty of different ways and it’ll work.
>So all those cops having a taste got a buzz right after.
>You also realize we didn’t have powder, we had a paste
>Which means drug knowledgeable anons are jumping up and screaming at the screen right now.

>You know how powdered sugar has cornstarch in it to stop it from clumping? Cocaine is about the same, it gets all mushy and pasty if its just itself all alone. Attracts water.
>There’s a word for it, i don’t remember it right now, i looked all this up ages ago.
>So most the cocaine in the united states is cut, caffeine, baking soda, cornstarch, drugs of various flavors to give it a “Kick”.
>This is all done in whatever country the stuff is cooked in, then more with the dealer, and then more with the little guys who distribute it.
>We’re talking 20-30% of it is actually the drug you’re paying for, the rest is other white stuff since anything closer to 100% just turns into paste you can’t do lines of.
>Paste was what was in that bag, which means walter white had cooked this up in his basement himself.

>It wasn’t 98% purity, or blue, but it was up there.
>That’s not specifically good either.
>Normally you do a line, maybe 50-100mg of the stuff, or a couple lines if its really low quality.
>Fingerfull’s not much, gadget probably dolled out 30-50mg to each of us, 75mg to herself since she double dipped.
>Then paste in the mouth instead of snorted, different kind of high.
>Not really the same buzz, you digest it a little but you still absorb lots.
>Anyway push come to shove, really potent basement-made stuff, that little bag was probably worth close to a grand and i had no clue where it came from.
>we didn’t know ANY OF THIS THOUGH.
>Maybe gadget did, maybe she didn’t.
>That was a really good question
>That we didn’t have time for
>Because we were buzzed

>I felt flushed, warm, awake
>Really awake, and like i could do things
>I don’t know how to describe the sensation besides saying “I could do things”
>That was really it, i felt like i could do things.
>I’ve said that three times
>Three minus the two trees in the yard we were hiding in is one
>One is the loneliest number
>Two is also the loneliest number
>One + Two = Three
>We had three buzzed people with about a third of a gram left
>Gram
>G-man
>Hl:3 confirmed
>Still, i wasn’t the only one
>Raven pulled me up and tugged on my arm
>Shifting her entire weight trying to pull me, like she needed to move, needed me to move.
>To follow her
>She repeated the same thing a couple times
>”I don’t like this, let’s go inside”
>That was the thought in her head
>some people really like losing control, and others hate it
>Raven didn’t have many happy memories with “Losing control”
>She did things she regretted, or hated herself for.
>I didn’t really want to let her do that this time, so i held on tightly and ran along.

>grabbed gadget’s arm and tugged her too
>We ended up in like some sort of chain, raven pulling me, me pulling gadget
>Around the side of the building, i don’t know why we didn’t go in the front
>Locked maybe
>We went around through an archway, made out of that red clay stuff mexican houses are made out of.
>The little plateau, stairs, pond
>It was like a little terraced area where all the rooms were connected to
>Like i keep saying, this place was absolutely beautiful, but it was wasted on me.
>Because the AIR was DELICIOUS
>I could just really feel each breath i took.
>Are you digging this air?
>This air RULES!
>Like it was as good as eating some really good food, the air was cold and i could feel the temperature change the entire way down.
>Inhaling ice cream that melts as it goes into your lungs maybe
>Sorry i was really preoccupied with myself and how i was feeling
>Gadget was quiet the entire way, but her actions spoke loudly
>She was holding my hand and squeezing, hard.
>Hard enough to hurt, like she was afraid at any moment i would let go and leave her.
>I would never, not that night.

>Raven pulls me into our room, sliding glass door and curtains.
>Entire room is native american themed
>Bones on the wall, woven bedsheets and tapestries and things.
>Fancy
>I pull gadget behind me, she closes the door
>I guess we stand there and stare at everything for a bit
>The room tastes like old antiques and wooden floors
>It doesn’t have wooden floors though, that’s the weird part.
>Take it all in, breath after breath
>The room is dark
>Raven turns around, i see a tear in her eye; glimmering
>I question it, and then realize it’s my fault
>I’m squeezing her hand just as hard as gadget’s squeezing mine
>Passing it down the line.
>I let go so she can escape, she waves her hand appreciatively and steps over to the light switches
>Flicks em on and turns around
>Her eyes change
>From green, to terrified
>wide, panicked
>she rushes at us wailing
>”No… No!, NO!”

>Raven gets to me and i get hands thrown around my midsection
>Its not a hug, she’s almost hysterical
>Shifting me this way and that to look at me
>Questions, frantic
>”What happened!”
>”I’m so sorry!”
>Then she actually didn’t ask any more questions
>Just in different forms, over and over again
>”It’s all my fault”
>”sorry…”
>”Please forgive me!”
>”Oh god im so sorry”
>I’m just watching her, with a look of amusement on my face
>What is she on about
>I can see gadget doing the same thing
>Both of us just watching this girl panic on what i assumed must be a bad trip or something
>Like i said, she doesn’t get along very well with “Losing control”

>I catch one of her wandering arms as it crosses over my stomach
>Shes crouching
>I pull her to her feet, face level with mine.
>she’s a literal faucet, tears streaming down her cheeks
>Delicious tears
>Eyes, the first time i’d seen them in full brightness tonight, watery and shimmering sea green.
>”Relax” i whisper in her ear as i pull her close
>”It’s alright” i add as i hold her tightly, close.
>She squirms, struggles
>Pushes away
>): i wanted that hug
>I don’t want to, but i’m not going to hold her against her will
>She gets free and steps back
>Mouths words, then again louder this time
>”There’s no way that’s alright”
>She’s wearing some long sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants, bed clothes but warm enough to wait for us outside in.
>That’s not what i noticed though
>i noticed how her shirt was now covered in red and brown splotches of dirt, dust and mud,
>her pants too
>blotchy spots of that same red and something the same color but far wetter and darker.

>Seriously?
>I look over at gadget’s face
>She’s just staring at raven, same as i was
>I’m not sure she’s realized it yet
>Puzzling out those spots and colors she’s now wearing
>I look down, past her face
>I could swear she was wearing a white shirt earlier now
>Darn thing is tie-dyed red and brown
>[spoiler]New mexico dirt, enjoy your stains[/spoiler]
>Then her stomach is covered in what looks like blood trails
>Her shorts too
>and her legs are just not the legs i remember looking at earlier
>red dust covering all of them, and then blood, most of it dried covering the rest in caked mud
>and her feet i can’t see
>But i see behind her there’s a pair of bloody footprints.
>Damnit really
>I look down at myself
>Equal amounts of scratches, dirt, bloody cakes of redish clay, and who knows what else.
>My legs look like they’ve been dragged across dirty sandpaper multiple times.
>The tie on the front of my swimtrunks is completely undone, i guess it was just for show.
>But seriously?
>I check behind me
>I’ve left a pair of footprints too, and i’m still dripping
>Why the hell is it so hard to realize you’re bleeding everywhere

>So i’ve broken one of my rules already, no bleeding all over Raven
>Great
>also the floor
>Whatever, its really no big deal
>The footprints complete the native american motif
>Probably
>Can give myself a native american name maybe, redtoes, or bloodfoot
>Im pretty sure i would feel it if i was dying of blood loss or something, i’m cold and numb and can barely feel my toes as is…
>Oh right thats what dying of blood loss feels like
>PANIC
>Not really though
>Gadget and i weren’t even phased looking up and down ourselves
>Shrugging it off, nah we’ve seen worse
>Which might be the coke
>Gadget was even bouncing on the balls of her feet
>Little hops
>I think she was happy, like it reminded her of something she’d long forgotten
>Which was the coke, i think
>I don’t really think we were communicating us not being dying very well to raven though
>She was hysterical

>I don’t know how i calmed her down
>Maybe we didn’t
>We were just repeating we were ok
>She wasn’t really listening
>Mamma bird mode activated
>She pulled me across the room towards the bathroom
>Then stopped
>Pushed me all the way back to where i was standing
>(what?)
>Then grabbed gadget too and pulled us again
>She went instantly from “OH NO YOU’RE BLEEDING” to “LETS CLEAN YOU UP”
>Like she was missing the step where we explain everything, just straight to doing.
>She started filling the tub and bustling around the bathroom
>Put bubblebath in it, i haven’t had one of these since i was way younger
>I suddenly was excited
>Fucking love bubblebaths
>Clapped my hands
>(what?)
>Gadget was smiling and hopping up on the balls of her feet every couple seconds
>Like little full body hiccups
>We were like little kids waiting to take a bath and bustling with energy.
>The only thing that wasn’t that great was the sound of the water running
>Usually bathtubs are pretty loud when you fill them up
>Most of it’s white noise, and we just ignore it
>But the acoustics of this bathroom were killing me, i found myself slapping my hands over my ears until the tub was 1/2 full and the splashing calmed down.

>Then it was full and steamy and bubbly
>Peaks and ravines of white foam
>Miss-mamma bird
>She was really focused on doing what she was doing
>just said
>”Here let’s get those off you” and walked over to Gadget
>The second girl was still smiling and bouncing, up until the moment raven touched the bottom hem of her shirt
>Then it was fire in her eyes and raven was in the air
>I watched her sail away, it was like a ragdoll actor in a movie
>Then she hit the ground off in the distance, out the door and out of sight.
>Gadget still standing there
>She wasn’t bouncing anymore
>Just staring
>Psychic powers awakened

>There was some of that wind stuff
>Bottles, towels, toilet paper all started swirling around the room
>Gadget’s eyes were glowing red
>Really, red
>Then instead of bouncing she started hovering off the floor
>at least a foot, legs elongated and toes pointed downwards
>arms outstretched
>Turned slowly
>To face me
>Smiled
>”SWIRL MIGHTY WINDS AND CARRY US AWAY!”
>Hair wisping in the wind, the streaks of red replaced with pure white
>Gadget confirmed for Storm

>Wouldn’t that be cool?
>That’s totally what i was thinking of when it happened
>Not a thought in my mind about raven, just how cool it was she just threw her across the room like she had superpowers or something.
>What really happened is she just stared off at raven
>and Sneezed
>her entire little face contorted up, nose flared upwards
>It was cute, like the end of “pikachu!”
>Made me want to sneeze too
>I didn’t sneeze nearly as cute
>But it was probably contagious
>Mister president madagascar!
>I did expect raven to start wailing or crying though
>anytime now
>any… time
>Nothing
>God damnit you better not be unconscious or so-
>She just appears in the door, standing, perfectly fine.

>(what?)
>Im completely serious gadget shoved her hard, she went flying
>She probably tumbled like four times out of sight
>But she wasn’t even frowning, didn’t look hurt
>Just came back and went for the hem of the shirt again
>Like i said, all of her “Why” processes seemed to be off, and it was just doing.
>i’m not completely sure what just happened but i know exactly why it happened and i step between them
>end up with my hands on raven’s shoulders
>She stops, and wraps her arms around me in a hug
>Alright
>Then her reaction
>”Oww, that hurt”
>Good 15 second delay on that one
>Then she grumbles something that sounded like “Fine leave it on”
>Squeezes me again
>”I was just trying to help…”
>I know raven, i know
>But that’s not the help she wants

>There wasn’t really any conflict getting into the tub
>I just left my trunks on
>The water was really hot
>Hotter than the hot springs, but it was bubbly and sudsy
>So of course on a body full of various cuts
>IT STUNG LIKE HELL
>I yelped like a bitch as i went in
>so did gadget, fully clothed as she was in the springs
>Raven considered getting in, but decided the tub was too small, or the water was too hot
>or something
>She just vanishes off into the room saying “Berightback”
>One word
>I settle into the corner
>try to sink below the surface
>Can’t really, gadget’s sitting on my legs so i can’t go down
> ):
>She squirms around and ends up on my lap
>She was adorable, all smiles, like a little sister you’re forced to bathe with that doesn’t mind it at all.
>Then she pulls her legs up and slides under the layer of bubbles

>Damnit, i wanted to do that
>That’s like the only thought on my mind, is why can she go underwater and i can’t.
>I listen to the front door of the room slam closed though and i realize raven’s gone outside
>a… alright
>Going to the car probably
>I sit there thinking about that for a bit
>… wait a second
>She doesn’t have keys
>She probably realized this at the same time, because the door opens and there’s stomping back inside
>Angry stomping
>Then rustling
>Digging through bags it sounds like
>I just relax and listen to it
>and the bubbles popping quietly
>They’re actually really loud
>Hmm
>I kind of meander off in my own world in my mind
>Phase out to the sound of bubbles

>Raven returns
>A splash brings me out of my reverie
> that pillowcase she bled all over the first day
>She tosses it in the tub
>Ends up it was in her bag
>starts stripping her own clothes off too
>Gets her pants off and pauses
>Gives me a really funny look
>Like i’ve done something terrible
>What
>What could i have possibly done
>You were gone for like 3 minutes tops, i was sitting right here
>She turns around and looks outside the bathroom
>What, did i forget something?
>Comes back
>”Wheres gadget?”

>Hmm that’s a really good question
>Where did she go
>I think about it for a couple seconds
>look around
>look down
>AHHH! Jump like half a foot in the tub and realize she’s under the bubbles still
>I reach around, find shoulders and yank the poor drowning girl up and to air again
>She’s covered in foam
>Can’t even see her face, but her mouth spits and foam flecks fly everywhere
>The cheek i can see is bright red like a lobster
>She takes a deep breath, then exclaims
>”I coulda gone longer!”
>Like a little girl in a pool exclaiming to her parents for praise.
>Then she pushes herself forward on her arms and nuzzles her cheek against mine
>Ends up with her head on my chest
>She was down there for like 2 minutes atleast
>That girl was part fish
>Raven didn’t realize how long gadget was underwater for doesn’t even flinch, just finishes undressing
>(Panties and topless if you must know)
>Starts pouring water over my head like a mother does with babies in the tub
>It’s really hot

>Gadget has her head resting on my chest
>Makes a comment about how fast my heart is beating
>”Yeah, guess who’s fault that is”
>She doesn’t get the hint
>Raven is lost in her own little world too, mostly scrubbing us both down with her hands and more water
>I feel like a little while more and we’re both cleaner
>And my eyes hurt
>Maybe the bubbles or water i keep getting poured into them
>Should my physical self feel created from untold millions of minute bubbles?
>Probably not
>Eventually gadget decides she wants to go play underwater explorer again and i stop her
>Grab her hand
>No little sister, you’re going with a safety tether this time
>”Squeeze it, so i know you’re alright this time”
>She nods
>Cute little “mmhmmm”
>squeezes my hand tightly and holds it
>Then ducks under again
>Have fun swimming with the fishies

>I relax, lean back some more
>I count for a minute and then i lose track because the ceiling is a rather interesting color
>Raven scrubs me for a while, and then stops
>She gets distracted and starts pawing and playing with the bubbles that are left
>Lots of minutes pass
>Feels like forever
>Like 10 minutes
>Then raven pokes me
>”She still down there?”
>Yeah i can feel her squeezing
>Wait a second
>…
>She’s not squeezing me
>IM SQUEEZING HER HAND
>I DIDN’T NOTICE

>I yank her up again
>She’s not drowneded
>Gadget just breaks out giggling
>”Took you long enough, i wanted to make you worry!”
>fucking
>no
>you’re god damn aquaman
>fish bullshit powers
>I restate that
>Same words
>Along with my estimate of it being like 10 minutes
>She counted
>”140 seconds!”
>no way
>My sense of time is completely fucked
>”You should see down there! The colors are beautiful! Like little fish swimming”
>Colors? I want to look
>But my heart actually hurts, and my head is pounding
>At the risk of gadget actually giving me a heart attack, i announce bathtime is over
>Open the drain
>Whining from gadget, raven doesn’t actually say anything coherent
>I think she’s just completely lost concentration.

>No arguing though
>I haul fish girl out of the tub, she’s bright red like a cooked crab all over.
>Like blondie red, its pretty cute
>Who knew she could blush, i didn’t.
>I stand up and lift her to stand beside me
>My head is pounding and i feel dizzy
>The room is spinning
>I hope this isn’t the co-
>Gadget tumbles out of my arms and to the floor
>Limp
>She hits the floor hard
>Doesn’t even stop her fall
>[spoiler]that means she’s unconscious[/spoiler]
>What the fuck happened
>She’s bright red
>Like her skin is red all over
>like a giant rash or something
>I lean down to try to help her back up
>My legs don’t actually work as well as they were pretending to
>I collapse right there next to her
>I can’t seem to stop my fall either

>I’m still aware of everything that’s going on
>I can see everything
>Every color seems to be in my vision in one place or another
>Swimming around
>I can see mountains of colors and things
>There’s no way this is coke, it would have hit before now.
>I can’t move, my entire body’s tingling
>I’m tired and want to close my eyes
>I can’t breathe properly
>I can’t talk, every breath i take feels freezing
>I faintly realize raven is completely conscious
>Whatever this is it’s not getting her
>She’s panicked, or not, or doing something
>I just focus on gadget because i can’t move my head
>my vision is fading in and out, i feel like i’m going to lose consciousness

>I just focus on breathing
>in
>and out
>in
>and out
>I’m not sure if gadget’s breathing
>i think she is
>laboured
>pained
>She’s not moving
>I try to say something
>Anything
>Raven’s name
>I get the first three letters out, equivalent to “Ray…” when saying raven if that helps you visualize it better.
>Cliche as fuck i know, but you’re not thinking about being clever when you can’t feel your body.
>She’s yelling out something
>Sounds like “Hold on hold on hold on”
>There’s water running
>But i fade out, i can’t concentrate on keeping my eyes open
>Last thing i see is a wavy blue line
>Neat
>That anons, is where Storybro and Gadget died

>You probably don’t have any clue what happened
>Everything was fine, happy a moment before
>Just enjoying a nice hot bubble bath
>Hot bath
>Yeah there was the issue
>We didn’t know any better
>How the fuck would we
>Cocaine does this really bad thing where it stops your body from being able to regulate temperatures
>Hallucinations
>Muscle weakness
>Red Skin
>Pounding headache
>All symptoms of severe heat stroke
>We were cooking alive
>Had all the symptoms in the bath and we didn’t even realize.
>Get up, blood circulates a bit more
>Body temp from extremities goes to interior organs, those last few degrees of change.
>You lose control of muscle function
>You need those muscles for important things, like breathing and your heartbeat.
>you’re out like a light.

>But i did mention in the first story
>Back when i died the first time, technically
>Raven isn’t a finicky panic and call 9/11 and scream at them to come help kind of girl
>If you’re going to die of heatstroke near any of the girls, make sure its her.
>I don’t know if she realized what was happening
>I don’t care if she realized what was happening
>I came to in the shower, cold water raining down around us
>She dropped our body temperatures, realized the red = bad = hot.
>Raven’s lips on mine, hot air in my lungs
>It was like i had gone to sleep and woken up with a kiss.
>Nothing like the first time with glasses.
>CPR is great guys, make sure your girlfriend ALWAYS KNOWS CPR
>if she doesn’t, find a new girlfriend
>Or teach her
>But probably find a new girlfriend.
>And I can’t even begin to state the craziest part

>Gadget was up sitting against the wall when i came to
>A little out of it
>But conscious, stream of water running down and around her
>As much as raven loved me, and was probably angry at gadget for supposedly drugging blondie (for as far as i could tell).
>She got gadget up first
>Had her priorities straight, get the smaller girl
>That had more coke
>And passed out first
>Raven had her shit together, wasn’t panicking like i thought she would be
>Somehow calm
>Collected when i caught her eyes
>But obviously i could see her irises expand, just slightly when she saw me open mine
>That worried contraction from stress
>Finally release with relief

>She was out of breath
>Panting
>Fell to my chest from her position
>Limply, but awake and staring at me.
>I could hear it over the water ,so it was loud gasping breaths
>I realize i might have actually been really out
>Stopped breathing entirely
>I bet we both did, gadget and I.
>There’s no way to really state how impressive it was that we were both conscious again
>You don’t realize how crazy it is that raven did what she did.
>Giving CPR to one person is tiring, exhausting
>Pump
>Pump
>Pump
>It’s like doing pushups where the other person’s life depends on you continuing
>And you can’t catch your breath the entire time because you need to give it to them
>Make sure you fill the lungs
>How many pushups can you do anon?
>Thirty?
>Fourty?
>Fifty?

>What about sixty
>Per person
>That’s about average for CPR, little more, little less
>Well gadget held her breath for 140 seconds, she counted
>Raven,
>she counted too
>Every single breath she gave us
>You’re supposed to
>Five pumps and a breath was the way she was taught
>It took her 15 breaths to revive gadget.
>Me?
>About 25
>You do the math
>Tell me which girl is the “Best girl” now.
>Can you do that many pushups anon?

>I sometimes wonder how i manage to not have any serious brain damageamage
>I’ve been hit on the head, suffocated, unconscious, choked, and just stopped breathing way too many times now
>I’m brilliantly lucky i still can pronounce words correctly
>Spell most things
>Don’t repeat sentences without realizing it.
>Don’t repeat sentences without realizing it.
>Oh and don’t feel too bad about the pushups thing anons
>I just tried, i could do about 37 without really forcing it.
>[spoiler]Yes, we made the sucked 37 dicks joke[/spoiler]
>I bet with adrenaline i could save gadget
>But yeah i would be dying even starting on storybro.
>Let myself die
>It’s a crappy thing to think about
>You’re in the situation to save someone’s life, and the longer you do CPR the more likely they are to survive.
>Twenty three minutes is what some doctors have had to perform to keep patients alive (actually the average for severe heart failure, most is longer)
>Another reason to get /fit/ i guess, save your waifu.

>That was a thirty minute recovery time from that
>Nobody moved
>Just enjoyed the cold shower
>Practiced our breathing skills
>In
>Out
>In
>Out
>remember, always important
>Good job anons, keep that breathing up and you’ll do fine in life.
>Dying this time wasn’t nearly as painful as the first
>It was completely different, heart stopping from overheating is just
>You just close your eyes like you can’t help but go to sleep
>That was it
>the sensation of dying this time was relaxing, lovely.
>And then i woke up to raven’s lips and i was only a bit stiff and out of breath
>No lights, no pains, no pearly gates.
>Just as if i’d gone down for a nap and the next thing i knew i was being prodded awake.
>Peaceful, i hope that’s how most people go.
>I hope that’s how i go
>As nice as it was
>Cold water rolling down us, just practicing breathing.
>Thinking about how nice it was to die.
>I saw gadget shivering, staring off into the distance but obviously cold, goosebumps across her legs.
>I don’t know if i put two and two together, but yeah failure to regulate body temperature works in both directions.
>I helped raven off me
>She had stayed like that, head on my chest
>Staring at me
>Listening to my heartbeat
>Making sure i was really alive.
>Pretty sure i was.
>Stood up, turned off the shower

>Truth be told, i think i had come down from our high quite a while ago
>My head still hurt
>Air was no longer delicious
>And i wanted to vomit
>Sounded about right in my head
>I pulled gadget to her feet too
>She seemed out of it
>Dazed, confused maybe
>Not good signs
>I prodded a question “Are you alright”
>if she didn’t answer we would need to find a hospital, that was the thought in my mind
>But she responded “Yeah, just sleepy, really tired”
>Raven mentions her head hurts
>The light mostly is hurting her head
>She turns off the bathroom light
>It’s light outside through the window, not too light but just starting
>I hear the sounds of wet clothes being removed from behind me
>Gadget is undressing
>I don’t look, i hand her a towel and take my shorts off
>I don’t care anymore

>I leave the bathroom along with raven, fully naked
>No fucks given
>Where are my clothes
>”Y… there’s one thing i forgot to mention”
>It’s raven
>what
>”Your guys stuff is in the car…”
>whatever i know she’s got boxers
>”Gimie your boxers then”
>she starts rummaging around for a pair to toss me
>Then a voice behind us
>”Don’t… put anything on”
>man gadget i am not in the mood for sexytimes
>Zero mood fucking not even going to think about it
>I don’t even have a boner and everyone’s naked, that’s how not in the mood i am
>She elaborates though
>”We were too hot right? We shouldn’t wear clothes, just use the thin blanket”
>Oh…

>Damn she’s right, i read about that before
>I actually gulped
>I don’t
>i…
>I don’t wanna
>But she’s right and we only have one bed
>Fuck it, dogpile under the sheets
>I pull off the heavy covers and just take the light ones from under
>I slide in
>Raven too, to one of my sides
>We offer gadget either or, cuddles with raven, or with me, her pick.
>She picks me
>Cute
>She really does trust me though, she mentions that when i state my worries
>Mostly about waking up with something poking her that i don’t mean to poke her with.
>Raven just chimes in she should aim me at her if such an incident occurs
>The lights go off, we all curl up
>Cuddling, me spooning raven and gadget curled up softly against me
>I’m acutely aware of her breasts
>Things i always forget she has
>I would love to pretend it was lewd cuddling all the way. But it wasn’t.
>Thirty seconds later we were as far away from one another as possible
>Body contact was too hot
>Heat stroke leaves you sensitive to any heat.

Update #12 : June 11th

Archive: http://desuarchive.org/r9k/thread/12082783

>I jolt awake
>Like i’ve just been struck by lightning
>My heart’s beating out of my chest
>I can barely catch my breath
>I’ve just had a nightmare
>Or…
>I don’t remember a nightmare
>and i never dream
>So it wasn’t a nightmare
>I was just awake and terrified
>I search my brain for why
>uh… wait
>N… no
>NO
>WE FORGOT TO SAVE ON UNTOLD LEGENDS
>OUR PROGRESS WAS LOST

>I can feel the entire room, chilled, the little air circulation there was wafting across my body
>Not air circulation, just cold air, i could feel it.
>I was soaking wet
>Sweating, cold to the bone
>I could even feel the dampness of the sheets i was lying in
>The spot on the bed where it was damp
>I felt awful, and i flexed my arms to realize one of them was pinned down by someone
>Back to reality, i’m in bed with the two girls
>Who are naked
>Lewd
>I turn towards the one that has my arm, it’s resting comfortably in the crook, not numb at all.
>She’s soaked in sweat too
>Right puddles we’ve made on the bed i bet

>I wrap my arm properly around her, lower chest
>Her skin is slippery
>Sticky
>Like i can run my hands across her body and never feel the slightest bit of resistance
>The smoothness goes on forever
>But when i try to pull my hand away the skin adheres to it and won’t let go.
>I trace
>draw patterns
>Toy with the skin, just experimenting with and enjoying the texture
>Then i stop
>I know better, i did this yesterday
>I’m retarded, i must be
>I force my eyes open
>Check the hair color
>Dark

>Well that doesn’t tell me anything
>It’s pretty light outside
>Sunlight streaming into the room from various places, but not really illuminating anything i wanted to see
>I can’t tell if its brown or black, so i scoot around and look for the skin
>Milky and light, it’s raven.
>Phew
>I put my other hand behind me and feel around
>I think i catch gadget’s back
>The curvature of her shoulderblades, the crease in the middle, the spine, the other side
>I feel it all as i drag my knuckles down
>She’s hot, sweaty and slick just like us, but not unbearably hot
>I assume we’re all fine
>I feel like sweating is one of those important things that means your body is cooling down properly.
>I pull my hand back
>It’s slick with moisture, we’re sweating a damn ton
>Someone probably broke the chinese orchid again
>and i left my ring, of the count of saint germain ,at home.
>I stare at my knuckles
>They’re shining in the sunlight with moisture
>I bring em to my mouth and take a lick

>Don’t say anything
>I wanted to alright
>Curious maybe
>Didn’t taste like anything
>I mean not anything great, what the fuck was i expecting
>Salty, a little bit sour
>Wasn’t expecting it to, i just had the urge to taste it
>IT was still an AWFUL idea though
>Because i realized what the room smelled like
>When you wake up all covered in sweat
>It’s not really stinky
>It’s musky
>arorma just fills the entire room up and you can’t escape
>odd almost fruity smells, aromas like cut grass or freshly poured glue
>Eugghh, im not sure if its a good smell or not, but i mentally plug my nose and get back to the bout of cuddling i’m performing
>I’m tired as hell, i was just worried about the sweat is all
>Squeezing really
>I try to drift off reminding myself that the girl in my arms won’t even be able to get up to go to the bathroom without waking me up.
>Just the way i like it
>If she didn’t know how much shit i could love out of her, she’d find out when she had to.

>I don’t actually get to sleep again
>Mixture of my pounding head
>The light
>The slipperiness and the cool air
>I kind of fade in and out of wakefulness and restfullness
>Not really sleeping, not really waking
>Which is that awful thing, because i know i can’t sleep in
>But my heart won’t stop beating loudly in my chest
>Pumping in my ears
>Throbbing ache with every pulse, i’m afraid it’ll wake up raven.
>I lie like that for who knows how long, fade in and out of sleep and wake over and over
>Till i hear a crunch, and then a shimmery slide
>The unique sound of a glass door opening.
>to our room.
>I don’t look up
>I lie silently, pretending to be asleep
>It’s the other girls probably, who knows what time it actually is
>But its fully light in here
>Sure enough, an echo of sound crosses the room
>”Pee-u! This room stinks!”
>Glasses

>A footstep, she’s inside
>or it’s someone else
>Another voice joins the first “Well no wonder, look”
>A pause
>I bet she’s pointing at the fact we’re all naked
>then the second voice continues
>”We knew she was a slut from how she grinded against him at the hot springs”
>I…
>That was freckles if you couldn’t tell.
>My head’s pounding
>I’ve got this burning feeling
>”Yeah…looks like she got back just fine with mister drugs-people-so- he-can-take-advantage-of-them.”
>That’s glasses
>What!
>That’s not what happened!
>A third voice joins my thoughts
>She repeated the same thing i was thinking, to the letter
>Blondie
>But it doesn’t go very far
>”Shut up, you don’t remember, you were drugged and smashed out of your mind”
>Redhead response that one was.
>Like my veins are filled with nothing but gasoline.

>Theres a small exchange of words between those two
>Not more than half a second before glasses interrupts
>”looks like he’s still got a boner, hah!”
>Laughter
>Joined by freckles
>):
>So!
>They laugh at my BONER will they?! I’ll show them!
>I’ll show them how many boners the joker can make!
>My head’s still pounding
>The laughter is ringing in my ears and actually hurts
>So does the light they’re letting in
>Fuck them
>and with this spark
>Seriously what dickish shit to say when they think we’re sleeping
>Then the grand end, the final straw
>”Looks like not even the drug-dealing whore could satisfy him!”
>More laughter
>it’s gonna be the biggest fire they’ve ever seen

>I’m up
>Out of the bed
>Across the room
>Leaping off the sheets
>At the girl who said that last statement
>I swear to the fiery pits below i’ll settle this shit
>It’s actually rather nice, getting up
>Feeling the air move
>Cool wind in my hair
>face in an furious smiling rage, like a happy psychopath
>One set of words on my lips
>”SHE’S NOT A WHORE”

>You know that motion blur effect they have in every awful video game this generation?
>you turn your head too quick and everything gets brighter and swishes in lines into one another
>Makes looking around impossible without getting a headache
>I had that setting turned on this morning
>Along with bloom, lens flare and bullettime.
>My feet left the foot end of the mattress and i was in the air
>Hands above my head like i was going to come down on someone with a rock
>Dick wagging in the wind
>[spoiler]Its like i’m playing Rust all over again[/spoiler]
>I got to watch all three girls in slow motion
>Blondie who was half in, half out of the doorway, jumps a full foot in the air backwards and stumbles
>She’s in her usual attire, light colored tank top, shorts
>Her eyes catching mine for just a moment in between
>Catches herself from falling, but shrieks all the same
>Glasses stumbles back against the wall and drops her hands to her side
>Tshirt, some kind of logo i don’t have time to read, and a skirt on her.
>Trying to squeeze up against it, be as small as possible
>And the last girl
>Freckles
>Jeans and a shirt
>She crouches down, throws her hands above her head
>Like i’m going to smash her into the floor
>I’m not

>It’s the girl on the wall i want, the one who called gadget a whore.
>I land gracefully
>Back foot on the floor, toes first, leg outstretched
>It’s tile, cool to the touch
>Then the next foot ahead of that perfectly.
>And a step
>And another step
>and with the full momentum of a running leap, i smash my weight against the girl on the wall
>Forearm against her throat
>The angle forces her glasses to sit askew across her face, one side magnifying her eyebrow, the other her amber brown eyes.
>I never got to see her eyes without glasses, the one was different without the lens in front of it.
>Smaller
>More feminine than the other
>But the fear from the first mirrored over to the second
>And the reflection of my face in hers was enough
>Then she spoke
>Crackling voice, undefined tone, all over the place really
>”What are you going to do, hit me!?”
>I had my fist up in the air
>I very well might have been going to

>Didn’t get a chance
>One girl was on my left arm, another pulling my right away
>Screams at me, yells something
>Then there’s a leg behind my leg as i’m being pulled back
>behind my shin
>I don’t get a solid footing, i’m falling
>Hit the tile, the crook between the bottom of the bed and the floor
>It’s an instant body temperature change with it against so much of my skin
>Cool, cold almost
>Someone’s sitting on one of my arms
>Freckles is above me, hand on my shoulder pinning me down
>Her other fist raised in the air
>Same as mine was seconds ago
>I only have one arm, i can’t stop her, or shove her off
>But i still have her beat
>Time to show her who’s the fucking boss and shrek her privilege
>I already know how to control her
>Force her against her will to submit to me
>My hand to her stomach

>I see her eyes widen and capture mine
>Ill fucking show this bitch whos boss
>Above the band of her pants
>I slide it down, about to shove it in forcibly and rip her a new one
>Into submission against her god damn will, i’ll do what i fucking please
>…
>…
>except…
>I freeze
>My hand stops of its own volition
>i…
>I think about it
>hesitate
>watch the fist close in
>It’s a clean impact

>My neck cracks, my head does a couple 360 degree revolutions before settling back
>Cartoon style
>It feels like i’ve just re-aligned over half my spine with the shockwaves that coalesce through my jaw, and my shoulders.
>It was a good punch
>I just go limp and stop resisting
>nothing to resist, nobody’s on me anymore
>Hear screaming
>Blondie
>”STOP! STOP YOU’RE BEING J
>She’s interrupted, dragged off before i hear anything else
>It’s just me
>They were all gone, somewhere.
>The cool tile at my back
>arms outstretched
>Staring upwards
>Always upwards, at what should probably be the sixth girl by now
>CeilingBro
>I think she was crying.
>It was raining inside
>And my vision was shimmering.
>Don’t tell anyone

>Tis a real shame
>I thought it was going rather well, that flying leap and the landing
>I scared the shit out of those girls
>Considering how badly my feet were throbbing, i was impressed i managed to land at all and not crumple into the floor.
>Raven, Gadget, they’re still sleeping like beauty
>Makes sense, we were up till probably 2 hours ago
>Fuck getting up
>I’m going to lie here and go back to sleep
>Pretty sure i can’t walk anyway, my legs feel all rubbery
>I do lie there, for a good while
>a faint knock at the door
>Then it slides open again
>Curtains pulled back
>I can’t see who it is, i’m facing the wrong direction.
>There’s some rustling, and then a voice
>”Hola señor, qué usted necesita servicio de habitaciones?”
>Yay

>Wait a second
>That’s some FUCKING AWFUL SPANISH
>And i know that voice
>ITS
>ITS
>TO BE REVEALED AFTER THESE COMMERCIALS
>Except the commercials don’t start
>There’s rustling around the room
>The door closes, i hear a big heavy drop of what sounds like a bag
>Or two
>Then rummaging around in those bags
>Then it all stops, i feel some kind of cloth land in my lap
>A shirt
>Followed by some underwear
>”I AM YOU FROM THE FUTURE”
>”THERE’S NO TIME TO EXPLAIN, TAKE THIS”

>Crab defeated, past future self saved, crisis averted, i return to my spot on the ground and resume time.
>I find a cute face pop up in my vision
>Blue eyes
>White dragon herself.
>It’s got a frown on
>Then she sees i’m awake and it turns to a smile
>”Hola!”
>Shut up you
>”I got your guys stuff, the other two are just being complete bitches”
>True facts about the other girls right there
>I retort that it’s pretty much all her fault though
>”Yeah, you can think that, but beating up glasses pretty made you public enemy number one”
>Fuck she thinks i beat up glasses too
>Well i did
>But there was good reason
>”You know why i hit glasses right?”
>She shakes her head
>It’s adorable, the hair swishes this way and that
>it’s impossible to be mad at this girl
>But i’m trying my best
>”YOU, i was chasing YOU and she has some stupid idea i was hurting you or have been hurting you or something dumb so she hit me and i hit back and fucking tell them already”
>That kind of splash of all kinds of words in a bucket
>Then you pick out the silly ones
>And use those instead of putting together a decent sentence

>But blondie catches the meaning
>She fills in a couple gaps with details of her own.
>At Least as far as we could see, Glasses thinks i was hurting blondie
>She thinks I’ve been harassing blondie this entire time.
>Thats what she told freckles, and anything to make me the bad guy, she follows all the way.
>All that shit about the drugs
>It makes far too much sense, she thinks i gave them to blondie
>Drugged her up to have my way with her, or fuck around with her or something
>Nobody else saw what happened, just me returning with a blondie drunk, drugged to hell, and hands all over me.
>Then they saw the knife marks
>We continue hashing out the details as i get my underwear on.
>Trying to ignore the blisters on my feet
>I mention how raven talked about the knife marks
>Fuck, what does that even look like i was doing
>And they were mad at gadget too, why?
>She knew what blondie was on maybe?
>They called her a druggie whore, so maybe they think she gave me the coke?
>Yeah.
>Fuck
>wait where the fuck did the pouch come from anyway?

>”Uh… that was me”
>Blondie…
>Like that little devil in my head that’s going “it’s all her fault, it’s all her fault”
>well it was joined by the angel.
>”You remember those guys right? Well…”
>She leaves over to her bag in the corner
>Which she either just brought in, or was here all along
>That i couldn’t remember
>A little more rummaging
>She pulls out the bottle of gin (half full)
>Raven’s hairbrush
>One of the girl’s Glasses case (no idea who, it’s a mystery!)
>Someone’s makeup, i don’t know who
>A pair of underwear
>A lighter
>A single pink sock (i knew it wasn’t the washer!)
>A couple of those vegas cards
>A poker chip (5$)
>And someone’s wallet
>Definitely not mine
>”Yeah… i think i took all these, you just reminded me”
>really?
>This is all the shit the girls lost earlier, and things i don’t recognize.
>Seriously blondie, you’re a fucking klepto?

>I say something along those lines
>She’s instant
>Adamant, exclaims it loudly like i’ve just insulted her house insignia and royal blood
>Well i have, but that’s beside the point
>”i just wanted to hold things, i don’t know i wasn’t trying to take them i just…”
>Yeah master of the cute fade off into thoughtful contemplation with an adorable face
>She’s looking downward with a single finger on her chin
>IT’s not even funny how hard it is to get mad at her and stay mad.
>”Whatever thief, how’d i get the bag?”
>She looks insulted
>Too bad
>”I took it from the big guy! I think i was imagining it was a present… for something?”
>I want to say something to that
>anything
>I’m speechless
>No comment at all
>She did have her hands in my pockets and i didn’t check them, so probably
>”Was the big guy a drug dealer?”
>She’s back to thinking
>Fuck your cuteness
>I try to think angry thoughts

>”No!”
>It’s a short, high pitched exclamation
>”Short guy was, here’s his wallet”
>His wallet
>Yep
>She throws it to me
>I’m kind of scared of opening it
>It’s just a typical leather wallet though.
>It smells like cigarette smoke, like the guy was constantly smoking with it on a table nearby
>Probably booby trapped
>Razors going to fly out when i look
>I turn my face away and open it real quick
>OHGODTHEY’RECUTTINGMYFACEICANFEELTHEM
>plucking the razors out of my cheek, It folds out nicely
>There’s some cards for random food joints, some of em stamped with promotions or things he hadn’t filled up
>Two condoms in the side pocket
>A drivers license
>Ooh we can call the cops
>Chris P. Nugget
>That’s an odd name, he should have his full name here right?
>I think about it for a second
>Of course
>I get it

>Why would he have his actual ID when he was dealing drugs
>I check the cash
>400$, all of it in 20s.
>Hahahahahahahahaha
>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
>The evil laughter continues on for another three pages
>Blondie joins in
>But not really
>She tells me “He’s the guy who tried to stab you right… sorry about that”
>Evil laughter continues
>She joins in with a smile, and then demands we split however much it is.
>Sure
>I respond with one word
>”No”
>I just pocket the entire wallet
>Which if you remember i’m not wearing pants
>Just underwear and a shirt
>It just flops down my side and hits the floor with the motion of trying to pocket it
>I look up at her and smile
>”let me try that again when i have pants on”
>She looks at me with a grin on her face
>”No”
>And she tries to tackle me

>I see my life flash before my eyes
>She gets halfway across the room giggling before she gets a hand on my leg and starts to drag me
>And then stops
>Her next words are shrill
>”ohmygod what happened?!”
>Yeah
>Her eyes meet mine
>Blue as always, but worried atleast
>Atleast someone cared
>Blame game? guilt game? Time to play it all
>I make it short
>”You guys left us, we…”
>”Walked for miles, got attacked by rabid wolves, went skinny dipping, found two chests full of buried treasure, killed a man with my bare hands, broke the world record for eating pickles and took a hot air balloon to get back here, it was great.”
>I finish with an
>”It’s parked out back if you want a ride.”
>She’s not really looking at me with a worried look anymore
>But it’s obvious she doesn’t believe a word i said

>”Well…”
>She starts
>”if you want to lie to me with absurd stories then fine, i didn’t want to kno-”
>I grab her hand
>”Fine”
>If you want the shitty story, take it then.
>”You guys abandoned us, we waited and you didn’t come back, we didn’t know which way the hotel was, we got lost, we walked for miles up the road barefoot and cold ”
>Well you anons, you know the story
>She didn’t
>She went through all the emotions
>Little sounds that let me know she was listening
>Squeaks, of shame, guilt
>Eyes downcast
>”looking for you hoping you would show up in the car realizing we couldn’t find our way back, i asked for directions in a seedy shitty part of town at some redneck bar”
>By this point she was just staring at the ground

>”and a gang of bikers dragged us across a gravel parking lot and tried to rape the both of us, only stopping because ….”
>She stopped making sounds entirely
>I think her lower lip was trembling
>Like sobbing, but holding it in
>Scrunched up into a frown, or pout, or something that conveyed far more sadness
>That’s not even half of it though
>She doesn’t change her face for the rest
>Just sits there quietly until i finish
>Then a bit more sitting
>A little more quietly
>You see you never know how anyone’s going to react to news like this
>That their actions inadvertently caused your friends to not only get raped and murdered, but double murdered as per your stupid decisions.
>Well blondie takes the renegade path
>”Well what the FUCK do you want me to do about it?”

>Come to think of it, i can’t remember the last time she cursed at all
>”LOOK, it’s not my FAULT alright i don’t control any of THEM and they just made the decision to leave you and i didn’t want to ALRIGHT”
>”DON’T PUT THIS SHIT ON ME, it’s NOT my FAULT”
>lol
>She’s yelling at me
>She’s angry, at me
>Blondie
>I fucking swear
>Blondie
>She continues on and on about different things
>Loudly
>I mean how do i even react
>do i get angry
>do i start sobbing and hope she softens up
>do i feign death?
>I feel like the third one is the best option
>probably
>Maybe a good foamy mouth seizure, see what happens
>I don’t get a chance, Raven pipes in from the bed
>”You realize you’re yelling at him right?”

>Yeah she was being pretty loud
>WAIT
>RAVEN
>I can’t actually remember how much of the story raven knew
>We must have gone over some of it last night, maybe?
>Blondie has shut up now
>Like she realized she was yelling at me
>She’s looking guilty, or depressed, or both.
>I squeeze out a question
>”How… uhh… long were you awake?”
>A timid response
>”Enough…”
>Well fuck
>I feel like this is awful
>But she’s not making a big deal out of it
>Or she’s hiding it
>I can’t touch this
>Cold on a mission so fall them back
>I yell out the only thing i can think of to make the ride end, put the brakes on this train of terror before i’ll never be able to go back to sleep
>Let ’em know, that you’re too much
>”STOP, HAMMERTIME”

>I did actually yell this
>Or something close, maybe alternate phrasing.
>Both girls didn’t say a single word
>They just shut up.
>Not until i continued with my true intentions
>”Blondie help me get back into bed”
>She mentions something about breakfast and thats why she came in the first place with everyone else
>Fuck breakfast
>Sleep
>She helps me up and i manage to crawl back to my previous spot
>Offers food one last time to me and raven, we refuse
>[spoiler]If you mentally corrected this to “Raven and I”, we’ve dispatched assassins to your location, they’ll knock twice and claim its a pizza delivery[/spoiler]
>I tell her to eat my portion, and just explain to everyone else so they aren’t mad anymore
>and that she’s fired
>I can feel the frown she’s giving off from here
>But she realizes her usefulness is up, she’s killed me twice now and it hasn’t stuck.
>and this time there was collateral damage, an absolute no-no
>Was time to let her go.
>Couldn’t keep her employed anymore
>She shuffles off downcast, then stops at the door
>Turns around
>”Raven… can i…”
>Pause
>Then the door closes
>Master of the dramatic pause that one is
>Calculon all over again.
>and i’m left with Raven, gadget still sleeping (or pretending to, can never be so sure)

>Fuck she’s looking right at me
>Can’t avoid those eyes
>Just pretend she can’t see you, it’ll all be fine
>ENEMY WEAPON LOCK DETECTED
>we’ve been spotted! they have weapon’s lock sir, what do we do?
>”NEGOTIATE FOR PEACE”
>I raise my eyebrow
>”Go ahead, say it”
>She purrs and curls up against my chest
>”Nyah, sleep now, talk later”
>And she snuggles up, makes a couple “ahhh” and yawning mewling sounds
>Her arms crossed and curled up against her chest.
>Then she said three words that put me at ease
>Quietly, but there
>”I’ll fix it”
>Thanks raven,
>I pulled my kitten closer and stroked her hair
>Drifted off, maybe an hour or two still before we had to get in the car again
>A cat is fine too.

>Blondie is the one who wakes us up
>Well, freckles is there too, she’s holding clothes out for Raven
>just standing there with a shirt and jeans draped over her arm
>I guess we got another hour of sleep or something, but it didn’t help at all
>I feel like shit
>awful shit
>Fuck you guys im just going back to sleep in the car
>Raven’s awake too
>She blinks at me a couple times
>Winks
>Sits straight up
>Turns
>AND PUNCHES FRECKLES THE FUCK OUT
>pfpfhahahahaha fuck holy shit
>she what
>wait let me make sure i’m reading this script correctly
>Yeah, yeah, freckles is on the floor folks
>Raven’s clothes go flying every which way
>Blondie takes flight, changes direction in midair and ends up as far away from raven as possible, aka the other side of the bed.
>Glasses nowhere to be seen
>Freckles lets out a wail as she’s holding her hand to her nose, it’s covered in blood

>”You fucking lay one god damn hand on him again and i’ll BREAK it next time”
>That’s victorious gloating from my girl rave over here by the way
>She’s grinning
>A whisper in my direction
>”Fix 1 of 3″
>Freckles is onto her feet and running out the door, hand on her nose
>She doesn’t look back
>Blondie cautiously approaches gadget
>Maybe afraid she’s going to get punched too
>She gives the girl a prod and jumps three feet and backwards when gadget jumps upright
>Then realizes she’s not wearing clothes
>I don’t know if i’ve been over what gadget’s body looks like
>Haven’t really had a very good look at it so far, but from what i just saw it looked like B sized breasts.
>Easy enough to hide under a jacket, and smaller than blondie i think.
>Hands to her chest, she drops again and inchworms under the covers
>Raven laughs, i laugh
>Mostly at blondie’s reaction
>Blondie hands her basic attire under the sheets and with a little wriggling and squirming she appears with panties and shirt attached
>Then gadget is out of the bed, and over to her bag rummaging for more.

>She ends up with some phat pants, black with green stripes.
>[spoiler]That’s what they’re called, look dem niggas up[/spoiler]
>They swish as she moves, but she doesn’t seem to put on a jacket
>Those pants are actually really loud
>Swish swish
>And then she’s in the air
>Oh fuck she’s doing one of those tackle hug things
>No time to think
>Muscle memory and quick reflexes
>Years of video game trajectory experience and hugging attempts with raven have taught me
>She’s aiming for me
>She’s coming in too low and a little to my left
>I scoot up and to my right, all in the span of her being midair
>(maybe a little of it was with her feet leaving the ground)
>She gets me head on
>Knocks the top of her head into the bottom of my chin
>Klunk

>Then i collapse backwards and she’s hugging me, didn’t actually hit very hard
>Raven’s looking at us with an endearing bemused look on her face
>That mixture of puzzle and entertainment
>Blondie’s packing our bags for us, not even paying attention
>Gadget nuzzles my shirt with her nose, then lifts her face up and says
>”Hiya!”
>Her eyes lit up like christmas lights
>same colors too!
>Hello gadget, what do i attribute this visit this fine morning to?
>She nearly sings me the words
>”Soo, thanks for not feeling me up or anything while i was sleeping…”
>I nearly cough
>wh.. “you’re welcome?”
>Does that happen often? Im worried now.
>”You’re the only guy who i haven’t had to beat up in the morning when we had to share a bed, so you get a hug instead!”
>):
>I mean its cute, but depressing
>I give a cough
>Raven gives a giggle
>Blondie hiccups in the corner, quietly but i hear it
>I wonder if anyone else did.

>Gadget raises her eyebrow at my cough
>”You… didn’t did you?”
>Raven chimes in
>”He was just tired, trust me any other night and he wouldn’t deserve that hug”
>Then she breaks out into peals of laughter
>Blondie and Gadget join
>I reach out and pinch Raven’s butt making her squeal
>”Shut up, you know i just can’t keep my hands off cute things”
>Blondie stops laughing
>Gadget too
>Both of them for the same reason.
>The second one puts her hands on her hips and sits up straight
>Gives me a pout
>DONT YOU DARE FUCKING SAY IT GADGET
>”So i’m not cute?”

>Hahahaha
>Idiot
>Doesn’t she know i took college level courses specifically to dig myself out of holes like this?
>I give her a straight answer
>”Nope”
>She frowns harder
>Then breaks into a grin
>Falls over holding her sides and giggling
>”Hahhahahaha, phew, i thought you were going to say something cheesy like ‘oh no you’re like a flower, look but don’t touch until it shows its petals”
>Fuck
>that was my backup plan
>Raven shoots me a glance
>A “You’ve used that one on me before” glance
>NO COMMENT
>ITS A GOOD LINE RAVEN
>YOUR PETALS ARE PRETTY ALRIGHT

>Blondie is still silent off in the corner
>Don’t you damn say a word blondie
>Not a word
>She doesn’t
>Good girl
>I’ll give you a scooby snack later
>We throw everything into bags
>Gadget shuffles around, grabs some things off the ground, plus all the stuff blondie seems to have strewn around the room
>I notice her grab something off the bedside table
>Shifty eyes across the entire room
>And she tries to sneak it to her bag
>I’m across the room and have her wrist held
>Surprise the hell out of her
>Before the other girls see, i spin her around so her wrist is the only thing behind her and i can see what’s in her hand
>It’s the little baggie with smiley faces on it.

>*sigh*
>I whisper to her “Flush it, you don’t need it”
>She’s tensed up
>Knows she’s been caught trying to sneak it
>Thinks i wouldn’t notice
>I almost didn’t
>But she gives a nod, and i let go of her hands
>I give her a parting “Talk to me instead next time”
>And another “Flush it”
>I throw myself back on the bed
>It’s a test.
>I pretend to be staring up ceilingbro’s skirt the entire time.
>i hear a flush from the bathroom and gadget returns
>Her hands are empty, but her stance is clipped
>Right arm swinging slightly less every stride, smaller closer swings
>It’s a tell, an old fashioned give pickpockets use to determine where someone’s holding a wallet, or something they feel is precious
>Just a tad, but enough to notice
>She’s still got the bag
>Figures
>I don’t act on it, I’m not her dad
>But i know

>Glasses eventually shows up
>Knocks on the door while peering inside
>Opens it
>One step, Two steps
>She’s spotted Raven
>Uh oh
>Blondie, Gadget and Myself start to move into defensive formation, but we aren’t close enough
>Someone throws a chair
>Glasses suddenly has her hands on the scruff of Raven’s shirt
>Then Raven has the same on Glasses
>There’s yelling
>Both of em pull out gats and start trying to cap one another
>Gunshots
>Racial Slurrs
>Blondie gets there first and can’t break past what looks to be a flurry of blows, or grabs, or stance changes
>I don’t follow anything that’s going on, but by the time i’m there Glasses is up against the wall face-first
>Arm twisted behind her
>Frankly in my mind that’s not possible
>Raven’s quite a bit smaller

>I don’t get how that could have happened unless raven secretly knows kung-fu
>Or glasses let her win
>Or blondie really helped
>Those last two are laughable, probably the first.
>I already knew she was a blackbelt
>She growls into the pinned girl’s ear
>”Now listen up, next time you decide to try to turn me against my BEST FRIEND, you better not be just speculating bullshit”
>She twists the arm a little harder
>I see glasses wince
>Then raven growls another
>”Understand?”
>I see a nod from Glasses and the arm is released
>Obviously it hurt, because she drops it to her side instantly and begins massaging the sore shoulder socket
>Nigga moment over?
>Peace achieved?
>Then raven just picks up her bag and leaves the room

>Hahaha
>I grab my bag and follow her, whatever i’m ready to get in the car
>I get to see how fucking beautiful the place we’re staying at is.
>There’s this little square area that all the rooms are connected to
>Some pond with fish swimming around in it in the middle
>And a raven sitting on a rock overlooking the pond
>(A statue of the bird, not the girl)
>We’re in a valley that’s just surrounded in vistas of this awesome red bedrock
>The place looks pretty as shit
>But i hurry around the corner to follow raven thinking she’s off towards the car
>Wincing the entire way on my feet
>Nope
>She’s right around the corner leaning on the wall with her back, the bags on the ground
>Arms hanging limply to each side
>Uh oh
>first question
>Well i don’t ask a question i’m just at her side making sure the arms are still attached
>They are attached right?
>Yep
>She mentions she can’t feel them
>Look of fucking horror on my face
>She stops me real quick “You know what i mean! I can feel them but they’re really sore so i don’t want to”
>Oh
>Yeah that makes sense
>I grab her bags for her
>She leans over my shoulder for a moment and whispers “2 of 3” before we’re off.
>My feet hurt like hell, and my ankles feel like i’ve rolled over them with a dumbbell, but my shoes are in the car and i can tough it out.
>I’m not tearing up when we reach the car
>I swear

>Raven whines the entire way about her arms
>[spoiler]Cocaine + Muscle use can actually tear ligiments up pretty bad, so i bet it hurt like fuck
>Your brain signals use the wrong muscles, or too much or them or something, and as we discussed she did 200 pushups more or less, i bet it was bloody agony[/spoiler]
>And how her fist still hurts from punching freckles
>Which is met with a “Serves you fucking right bitch” from said girl who appears behind us
>I pray to whatever deity will hear me that they don’t catfight right here
>I’m too tired to enjoy it
>They don’t
>Phew, can save it for when i’m awake
>Freckles seems to be driving
>I pile into the car
>And by pile i mean take up the farthest seat away from everyone else in the back
>Grab a big fuzzy blanket we have and start to wrap myself in it and curl up
>Raven stops me
>No words
>Just crawls into my lap facing me
>Curls up, knees to either side of my legs
>I’m not exactly sure how she does it, but she’s managed to rest her head on my shoulder and accomplished quite a hell lot of body contact while technically using me as a giant pillow
>One last whisper “that’s 3/3”
>Then she’s asleep
>Like instantly
>Gadget ends up in the back with us too, but curled up on the other side with a pillow
>I wrap the blanket around myself, pin one end behind my back
>Wrap it around raven
>Pin the other end behind my back on the other side
>She’s stuck in a giant warm cuddly sling of sleeping
>Fuck seatbelts, i pass the fuck out