SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!! LETS JUST GET INTO IT!

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No one's pov.

The tall figure stood at the broken entrance of the club, humming a tune. "Surprised nobody started running yet.. Im here for one thing and one thing only." Sinister spoke as she twirled the bat.

"I'm here to capture Whitty!" She grinned, pointing at the tall figure that was sitting away from everyone. If he looked back at the people staring at him, he'd probably explode from pure embarrassment.

"He's a danger you see! I'm only saving you guys" Sinister spoke to the whole group of people.

"Man.. what a joke. This is who Whitty is absolutely terrified of?" Y/n snickers to themselves as they turned away from Sinister, popping a few bullets into the gun. They were clearly ready to blow the wolf's brains out at this point. They'd just have to wait for the right moment..

Sinister clearly pays no attention to y/n, their gun going unnoticed. Sinister turned around to the sound of about 2 vehicles pulling up behind them on the street.

"Aha! And there they are! Just the cloud I've been waiting for!" Sinister smirked, putting emphasis on the word cloud.

Whitty was over in his chair practically shaking, most likely out of anxiety at this point. 'Shit shit.. it feels like that encounter with that gang all over again.. there's no where to run. The only other exit is backstage, but they'd surely find me easier that way..' Whitty thought as he gritted his teeth. He grasped onto his head tightly to keep it from exploding from straight up anxiety.

In the corner of their eye, y/n could see pico loading his gun with bullets, clearly waiting for shit to go down.

Sinister watched as a shorter figure, about 5'10, stepped out of the car.
"Heyy updy-" "Don't "hey updyke" me. Where's Whitty at?" Updyke questioned as he made his way up to the entrance of the club, his hands resting behind his back. In his back pocket, there was a taser..

"Shiit.. I don't know.. not like he's towering at 9 ft and is one of the tallest people in this room right now.." Sinister mumbled as they made their ways further into the room.
"Shut it.. I asked when I was outside" Updyke rolled his eyes as he glanced around for the bomb man. When his eyes landed on Whitty, his frown curled up into a smirk.

"So you weren't lying.." Updyke said with a grin.
"Well, a few rats told me" Sinister shrugged, dragging their bat across the floor.
(Just so you know, yes there's an awkward silence and yes everyone is kinda just listening in on. ALSO I DONT KNOW UPDYKES PERSONALITY LETS JUST MAKE UP ONE LOL)

"Anyways.. Enough chit-chat, let's get Whitty" Updyke said as he took the taser out from his pocket. They were having this loud ass conversation on purpose to what it seemed, paying no mind to the 4 competitors on stage.

"So.. we gonna stop him orr.." Pico questions the other three in a whisper.
"Of course hon, just.. how exactly?" The mom whispered back, glancing at the cloud guy who was pestering Whitty now. Whitty looked like he just wanted to just shrivel up and die..

"Beep bo. A e o bee?"(I don't know. Why don't you ask his little "lover"?)Bf joked and pointed a thumb at Y/n who was lost at thought.
'Heres the plan. Beat up the wolf girl, beat up cloud man, humiliate cloud man in front of everyone, get whitty anything he wants cause you feel bad.. Easy!!' Y/n thought to theirself with a grin.

"What you gonna do boy? Cry about it?" Sinister poked the poor bomb man who was avoiding looking at them. Whitty could totally rock their shit right now.. but he refrained himself from doing so, knowing his own strength. He didn't wanna kill them, he just wanted them to leave him alone.

"Aww he is! ha-.. huh?" Sinister seen something glisten in the light.
A gun, being held by none other than Y/n.
"OH SHIT UPDYKE WATCH OUT-" Sinister yelped, pushing updyke backwards and out of the way before Y/n shot the bullet.

The bullet that was left in the wall was awfully large for some sort of pocket gun. Even Whitty was somewhat shocked from the sudden loud noise.

Sinister totally forgot to tell updyke that Whitty's friend had a gun..

Whitty's pov.

I stared up at Y/n on stage, the thick  black substance threatening to fall from my eyes. They had a gun in their hand directly pointed at the two people pestering me.

"Hey you little shits!! You better leave whitty the fuck alone. Ain't nobody is afraid of you or your little "Greater good" "Cherry Bomb" shenanigans." Y/n said harshly, threatening to pull the trigger on them again and actually aim this time.

"Well I'm sorry, but I have a job to finis- AH!" updyke was cut off as he had to dodge another bullet.
"I don't think your job included torturing him emotionally.. LOOK at him!" Y/n pointed at me with their free hand.

It was pretty visible that I was on the verge of tears. It was a stressful situation. Who wouldn't??

"You do have a point... But thats not gonna stop me from getting this job done." Updyke rolled his eyes before coming near me again.

"Now Whitty." He started off

"Would you like the easy way where you come with me and only get imprisoned, or would you like the hard way. Fighting for your freedom and possibly getting destroyed in the end~"

OUUUGHH THIS CHAPTER IS SO LAME!! I need to remind myself to write chapters earlier in the day, but I did promise to post one today.

This entire chapter may get redone in the future as it's pretty much just rambling and was done in like an hour or three.