longish chapter because it's 4am and yeah
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makura on quotev won the bee movie thing
(it's gonna be king simba's finest fliiiiiiiing-)
so uh
that idea will happen at some point
anywho
oH OH OH
oh_w0rm made a story you should check out
it's good i promise-
" p s y c h "
that's not refuting the good thing just-
just read the story
you'll understand
oh i should probably start with the chapter huh
y e e t
CREEPER

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"I SHOOT MY ARROWS IN THE AIR SOMETIMES, SAYIN' AAAAYYYYY-OH, CREEPERS K-OOO'D! LOOT HIS REMAINS AND—"

You jolt up as the door suddenly slams open, proceeding to yell, "FUCK!" as your chair tips back and slams into the floor. That's probably not very healthy for your hands.

"Please— CAN YOU SHUT UP?!" Oh, nice it's Deadpool again.

"Only if you LET ME OUT!" You scream back, kicking your legs back and forth until the chair flips onto its side and your hands aren't being crushed against the floor.

"No! I can't do that!— Well I can but fuck you!"

You glare at him, then yell at the top of your lungs: "sWEEEEET CAROLINE-!"

"OKAY, OKAY! FINE!— Just shut up!" Looks like he's agreeing with himself for once. You smile pleasantly at him as he makes his way open, removing a key from... behind his ear? You decide it's probably safest not to question it.

The cuffs are soon unlocked and you hop to your feet, rubbing your achy wrists and eyeing up the doorway. What're the odds that you can get out of here if you make a break for it right now?

Discount Deadpool seems to know what you're thinking, since he quickly moves between you and the door. "I can't let you out!— Yes I can! —Shigaraki will kill me if you escape!— Not if I kill him first! —He's great but mean!— He's my friend though."

You stare blankly at him for a moment, trying to figure out what the fuck he just said. He said he could let you out, right? But someone would kill him? Then something like friends... Oh, hey, Friends. "So nO-oNe tOLd yA liFe wAs gOnNa bE tHiS wA—"

"No, please!— Not the singing!" He whines. He spins around for a moment, starting to whisper incredibly loudly to himself. You don't bother listening. Your eyes trail from the doorway a little way past him, down to the chair laying on its side by your feet.

Glancing up at Mr Identity Crisis again, you slowly crouch down, picking up the chair and then rising to your feet again. You edge closer to him, raising high it above your head.

"Okay!" Deadpool chirps, twirling round again. You slam the chair down on the top of his head, before jumping back and watching him crumple to the floor. He doesn't get up, even after a moment or two. You gingerly poke at him with your toe, and he gives a barely audible groan.

"... Oops."

Wait, I gotta get out of here—

Setting the chair down, you hop over the downed villain and speed-walk your way to the door, because running is torture and you aren't about that life. This time, you cautiously glance back and forth down the hall before you step out. You can't see anyone, so you pull the door shut behind you and head down the same way you went earlier. Was that even today? You have no clue what time it is. How long were you out for?

Reaching the same corner where you'd turned and barrelled into Crispy McGee before, you pause and stick your head around the wall. All cle— wAIT NO SHIT—

You pull your head back round, holding your breath and praying the crusty dude down the hall hadn't seen you. After a few seconds of your lungs screaming at you, you peek around the corner again. He's still in sight, but he hasn't seemed to notice you. He's too busy with his nose glued to his phone which he's holding really awkwardly, the fucking idi— is that my fucking phone?

Take the phrase 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned', and then yeet your name in instead of 'a woman' because no one touches your god damn phone without your permission — scratch that, no one touches your phone at all unless they want their hands cut off. You are this close to charging at him while aggressively screeching, but then you realise there are probably other people around so that's not a good idea. Thanks, brain. Little bitch.

Crusty Thot pockets your phone before heading down the stairs. You give it like two seconds before you nyoom as quickly as you can while still staying quiet after him. Channeling your inner Master Shifu, you ninja your way down the stairs, peeking through the crack in the door at the bottom.

Shit, that's a lot of people. It's a bar of some kind, with a mini galaxy in a tux behind the counter and, like... five other menacing-looking peeps. Yeah, I'm screwed. Guess I should just go for it.

So you do. You burst into the room and jump onto the counter, gently screaming, "REEEEEEEEEEEEE!" while you do so. Y'know, as you do. The mini universe starts growing into a big universe which makes you ALittleBitShook™. So, you do what any rational person would do. You yeet yourself at him.

Like Discount Deadpool, this dude crashes to the ground. You don't know whether he's knocked out or not, but frankly you don't care because hOLY SHT THAT KNIFE WAS REALLY CLOSE TO YOUR EAR—

You jump back, grabbing a crap ton of forks and beginning to brandish them at the villains, who honestly seem to be losing their shit. Your eyes land on Crusty Thot, who's across the room, seemingly not disturbed by the utter chaos as he uses your fucking phone to call someone.

"OH, WHAT THE FUCK?"