LAST TIME ON THE AFTERMATH...

They stumble, unable to comprehend the situation any further. Finally, they identify the voice, and they let their body fall, relieved that she's here.

"Connor! No!" she shouts, now kneeling down, hovering above them. Her tears silently stream down her face and drip onto theirs from her chin. "Connor please w...ke up! Ple...se! C...nno...!"

Everything becomes blurry, even their hearing somehow. Darkness clouds their vision and everything disappears.

THIS TIME ON THE AFTERMATH...

Open scene to a tidy little house. The grass is greener, the flowers have bloomed their bright petals once more and dance confidently in the wind. The day seems perfect...

Damnit I jinxed it-

"Shit!" Osprey hissed, accidentally burning the eggs. She was too busy staring at an unconscious Connor laying on the couch in the living room. Silently praying to the hoodie gods, she hopes that the steam wont wake them up or set off the fire alarm. It didn't, but the steam was thin enough to give off fumes.

"hASKDC }UISF EOAHJK," Connor hacks out, the smoke entering their lungs. Feels bad, man.

"Connor!"gasps Osprey, exclaiming seemingly their only line in this story so far. She rushes over, smacking their back as they have a fucking coughing attack jesus christ.

"What- YUOEAFGUHKL- What hAP-pened?" Connor asks, confused by their surroundings.

"Bro, you passed out, remember?" Osprey recalled. "You were fighting Kwite and won, then just fell. It was hard, but I manages to drag your ass all the way back to this conveniently placed house that I own."

"Oh, that's helpful."

"Ikr lol."

Awkward silence fills the air.

"So, uh... wanna bully Kwite on Twitter?"

"Hell yeah."