Okay,, I posted the first chapter when I was drunk as hell and I find that to be probably the best thing ever because I was on the fence about it for like a month, then me being a drunk ass hoe just just went ahead and posts it on a whim because I felt like it. The OG plan of waiting until my other book was finished was just thrown out the window. 😂😂
What a time to be alive!
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"I can't believe I still fit into my grad suit!" Floyd said happily, once again checking his dark cuffs. His whole ensemble was black. You simply rolled your eyes as you both made your way up the stairs to the large ass mansion. "And I can't believe that you actually bought your grad suit." You said with a half smile cast in his direction.

He shrugged with a large grin across his face "That's what happens when your parents are rich as hell. Renting is, and I quote-" he flipped his dark metallic mask of a goat with large twisted horns down over his face "-'strictly for people who don't care enough to remember every detail!'" He said in a fake deep voice while pointing a finger to the sky as if telling a fact.

A smile graced your face as you pat his shoulder "Okay man, that is just your parents. They are the same people who bought the church they were married in. I'm 90% sure not all rich people are crazy." You looked up to the mansion that sat before you both. "I guess this is a golden opportunity to see if that it's just my parents or the crazy comes with the money." He said while putting his hands in his pockets.

You laughed and looked to your perfectly tailored dress that Henry and Tiberius had gotten you. You hadn't even known about them an hour ago, so how the hell did they get your measurements. That still bugged you.

These Ashmore people aren't doing too well in the 'sane' department.

While climbing more stairs your eyes glide up to the bright, full moon sitting regally atop the Ashmore estate, looking two times bigger than it actually was. It was incredibly beautiful, until your vision that was fixed on it caught something on the roof speeding past the moon at a swift, impossible speed. You blinked a few times in surprise, shock and curiousness. You were not even sure if you saw it happen but you could've sworn there was something running across the roof.

Your friend nudged you with his elbow, bringing you out of your trance and pointed to Polly who was standing proudly, welcoming guests as they showed her and few other people their invitations. Her eyes landed onto you and she smiled brightly "Y/n! You came!"

Floyd snorted and leaned over to you, his voice slightly obscured by his mask "Name of your sex tape." He said lowly.

You briefly wondered if bringing him was the right move

Polly waved you both closer. "Welcome!" She greets, sweeping you into a gentle hug that jangled the jewelry that hung loosely about her body. When she pulled away you couldn't help but take note of just how much gold she wore. Gold bands, bangles, and rings decorated every free bit of skin, taking a wary note of the larger, thick bands that cuffed her arms, wrists, and neck. It didn't look comfortable. Despite the overuse of the precious metal adorning her, the colour admittedly went well with her long light blue dress. It fought to smooth the look out with its flow against the metal's rigidity. She looked gorgeous all things considered.

"You look amazing! Henry has pretty good taste eh?" She smiled brightly brushing her, Grecian styled back hair away from her shoulder.

"I couldn't believe how great I looked when I looked in the mirror." You spoke through an unbelieving laugh. "But Polly, you for sure stole the show." The compliment hung in the air for a beat a little too long.

Polly laughed bashfully, grabbing her arm over the cuff on it. "Well thank you..." She said, unable to make eye contact.

"But, uh, what's with all the gold?" You asked, attention stuck on the copious amounts of thin and chunky pieces weighing down her delicate frame.

She met your eyes momentarily, her hands found their way to the jewelry on her wrists as she peered down at it. A sudden surge of self-consciousness rose to you warming face. "I-I mean you can pull it off, you definitely can, I just.. why?" It was a bit odd, compared to the simplistic style she wore earlier in the day to now. There was a genuine curiosity in you that wanted to understand why she picked to wear twenty pounds of jewelery.

A strain crossed her thin face. "Oh well uh.." After a moment of trying to save face she crumbled with a frustrated huff. "I know it's a lot... but Mr. Ashmore insisted I wore the colours of his logo, and he laid out probably all of his most gaudy gold pieces to embarrass me for—" She stopped herself suddenly as her eyes stared off momentarily accompanied with a small frown, then she pinched the bridge of her nose with a groan. "Well, that doesn't matter." She waved it off, the chunky bracelets clinked together noticeably. "The real crime is I look like a walking advert."

She fished out a card from her long clutch and handed it to you. Floyd lifted his mask and looked over your shoulder to get a better look. There was a large scripted 'A' coloured gold, with a faded blue behind it and a small cheesy line about how great his company is. You lifted it to Polly so you could compare, and low and behold, they were exactly the same colours.

You stifled a laugh, then pressed your hand over your mouth to stop the laughter that was pushing to flow out.

Polly just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah just laugh." Floyd didn't need to be told twice and let it all out, throwing his head back.

You choked your laughter back down. "I-It's not that bad- phf- you still look really p-pretty." You struggled to say you sentence without laughing.

She raised a brow, tapping her nails against her crossed arms. "Oh? Will you still think that if I show you the true beast of this entire show?"

An attempt to slow your laughter at her ominous words was close to unsuccessful, if it weren't for how darkly she said it you may not have heard it at all. Weakly you lifted your eyes back towards her.

With nothing more to say, she turned around, lifting her hair to show a large, tacky, gold scripted 'A' the size of both your fists combined. It sat between her shoulder blades as if a centrepiece of this dress' back, keeping the fabric in place.

"Dear sweet JESUS!" You screamed and began to laugh uncontrollably.

Polly laughed too as she put her hair back down to cover the tacky 'A'. "This man had the audacity to tell me to wear an updo with this thing."

Floyd wasn't breathing at this point as he hunched over, desperately holding his sides.

You tossed your head back, trying not to cry from the tacky dress back she had to hide under her hair. She was lucky to have such long and thick locks to cover that monstrosity.

Polly regained her composure, you and Floyd not far behind on recovery, but still had to get your breathing under control. She smiled gently then snapped her fingers twice. A large man in a sleek suit stepped forward and placed a box in her hands to which she turned towards you with it.

The box did wonders for you to shut your yap with it's unnecessarily beautiful craftsmanship and jewels. "Uh... what's that?" You asked, completely enthralled with the box. She laughed and opened it up, extending it towards you. Inside the extravagant box was a fiery yet simple dragon mask, it was mostly made from wire and sculpted clay, but the fins on the side of it were strategically made with two lacy, foldable fans. Your eyes widened automatically at the sight. "Is this mine?"

She nodded, bouncing her long curls as you took it out of the box and strapped it on, looking around. A smile stretched on your face once more. "Polly! This is so cool!"

The young woman hummed, tilting her head to the side, examining you. "Well, I'm glad you like it." Her delicate hand pushed a bit of your hair away from your face. "Now let's go, I'm obligated to bring you to meet with Tiberius and Henry." Polly said in a professional tone. You groaned as she placed a hand on your back and lead you through the large crowd of people. Floyd straggled behind, awestruck by the tall ceilings adorned with paintings and crystal chandeliers, eventually losing track of him within the crowd.

You and Polly wove through the people with many different masks. They ranged from simple black masks to loud, enormous masks imitating horses, rams and even the sun.

Carefully putting the dragon mask over your face, you slipped your way across the crowded ball room. You weren't quite sure who you were looking for, but once in view your eyes seemed drawn to a man who stood with an air of confidence and control, someone to fear.

He was dressed in a strange but sharp light silver tail jacket and a tight fitting white waist coat underneath. A silver chain hooked from a sliver button on his waist coat and ran neatly into another pocket, most likely holding a pocket watch. He wore an owl mask that covered the top half of his face, it's feathers lined up perfectly with his slicked back brown hair, and the beak accentuated the sharpness for his nose.

He caught sight of Polly approaching with a look of indifference, or possibly mild irritation. But when he made eye contact with you, he smirked. An unpleasant shiver ran up your spine as he held your gaze with his cold, pale blue eyes.

"Ah, Polly! I see you chosen to have your hair down." He mused in an impressively happy tone. "How strange of you."

The personable air she held from before seemed to vanish as she avoided his burning eyes, her hands lifting momentarily to her gold covered clavicle.

"Hm, Well, no matter." He waved her off and turned his attention to you. "I see you have our guest of honour."

You looked around then over your shoulder.

Who the is he talking about?

Before you could register what was going on he stepped closer to you, making Polly instinctively step back. He gently took your hand in his large one. "I mean you my dear." He hummed. You snapped your attention back to him, surprised and before you knew what was going on, he brought the back of your hand to his lips and kissed it, keeping eye contact with you.

Ehhhhhhhhhh-

"-hhhhhhhhhh." you couldn't manage any words because you were now way past creeped out. Polly nudged your back making you shut up. You regained your composure and attempted a small smile "Hello Henry."

This made him grin in a sly manner. "Ah, the angel knows my sons name. I must say I am flattered that such a youthful specimen as yourself thinks me their peer."

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WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

This was now a thousand times worse.

"Oh! U-Uh... Um I-I am really sorry! I didn't mean to um.. I didn't mean to confuse you both."

He shook his head as his smile grew uncomfortably sly. "Oh do not apologize my dear, it is a masquerade after all. Nobody is suppose to know everything about everyone."

You looked down at your perfectly tailored dress.

In an instant he turned from you and called up the grand staircase to a few people cluttered on top. "Henry! Miss L/n is here to see you!"

You shot Polly a pleading expression, to which she shook her head slightly and mouthed 'not yet'. You dreadfully looked up the stairs only to see a man wearing a fitted suit with a crisp, white button down shirt under it along with a navy blue tie. He wore a simple blue mask that pointed up at each of the corners it had. He was not elaborately dressed but he still looked dashing as hell, and now that you saw him you started to collect fragments of times in class which you did spot him out for being unnaturally beautiful.

When he saw you a broad grin stretched across his youthful face. "Y/n! Hi!"

He seemed normal so far, but you kept your guard up. "Hi Henry." You smiled, already more at ease with him than his father.

He strolled forwards oozing confidence and stuck his hand out, to which you shook firmly. "I'm glad you could make it." He said as a warm smile cracked his suave expression.

You couldn't help the intrigued quirk that slipped on your lips. "Thanks for inviting me."

He shook his head, charmingly waving off your thanks, causing his coily chocolate brown hair to wave slightly. He had a stubble going on that was well managed and rode up the sides of his sharp, beautiful facial structure. His eyes were nothing less than a warm, inviting hug that held a willing openness within, but you couldn't help to think they didn't always look this way. The final thing you took note of was his skin being at least five shades deeper than his fathers. They didn't look anything alike.

"Ah, don't worry about it, you seem to work hard and be fairly... isolated. I figured you should have a break without worrying about any of the expenses." He said while grabbing two champagne flutes off of a passing tray, graciously handing one to you.

"Well, funny thing is I never work hard, I just knew you were watching and I figured I could use your good nature against you." You smirked into your drink. That was a lie, you had no real idea he existed until just a few moment ago.

Even so, an embarrassment rose in you that your lacking of friendships was so painfully obvious it got you a pity invite to a party.

"Quite the clever one, aren't you." He said with a chuckle as he lifted his drink to his lips and took a sip.

Henry seemed to sense the subtle, stern glare his father was giving him out of the corner of his eye. A sense of entitlement grew around the influential man.

The dashing young man's eyes flickered over to his father before seeming to dart the other way, unimpressed. This was swiftly melted into another act.

"So," Henry clasped your attention with a charming smile, pulling away from his carefully sipped drink. "This old man giving you any trouble?" He asked as he slapped an arm over his fathers shoulder and squeezed him slightly.

Your spine stiffened slightly and you forced a polite smile. "No, he's a gentleman." You said, physically unable to keep eye contact then awkwardly taking a swig of your champagne.

"Thirty-eight years isn't old," Tiberius grumbled light heartedly to his son.

Henry laughed heartily. "Oh, C'mon Dad, I thought you stopped lying about your age when you turned fifty-five."

You nearly choked on your drink.

A senior hit on me?!

This made Mr. Ashmore frown, blazing into damage control. "Okay, okay. No, just to set things straight, Y/n I am not fifty-five, I'm forty-nine and thriving." He said firmly through a little, snaky smirk. "This Jackass just always wants to make me look bad, then I'm forced to tell everyone my age!" He laughed along with Henry.

You laughed too, but it was pretty obviously forced. "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" And that was all the laughter you could risk before really wanting to throw up in your mouth. The vibes from this guy were not good.

"Well, I wouldn't want to make you look bad if you paid me fairly with that cut of the company's profit I deserve." Henry quipped sharply and laughed into his bubbly drink, but Tiberius' slightly wrinkled grin disappeared immediately.

"I thought I told you to not talk about that in front of our lovely guests." As he said lovely he gestured to you with his feathered head. You pressed your lips into a thin line as the silence between the three of you was starting to feel deadly, murky.

You cleared your throat and gave a wary smile sticking your right hand out to Mr. Ashmore. "Well, it was a pleasure to meet you sir."

Both men looked to you in worry. "Oh are you leaving so soon?" Tiberius asked while gripping your wrist which earned a shocked, and disgusted stare to fall over his son.

"Tiberius!" Henry snapped, earning nothing from his father.

You suppressed the urge to slap that man right across the face and instead simply shook your head. "Oh no. This is the most fun I've had in a while." The older man seemed to smile at this, loosening his grip on you. But Henry's shocked stare remained as it flicked between you and his father.

You pluck your wrist from the forty-nine year olds grasp then quickly shake Henry's strong hand, pulling him out his head. "I just figure I should get myself more acquainted with this place before the party ends or I'll never get to see architecture like this again." You started taking steps away from them, desperate for some distance. "Plus you two seem to have a few things to discuss. But it was a pleasure, I'll see you both later." With a wave over the shoulder and the most cheesy smile you could muster you walked away.

Polly was standing close by and fell back into stride with you. A large glass of red wine occupied her hand and a smirk that looked almost forced plastered across her face. There was a bitterness to her. "So? You have a good time with tweedle-dee and tweelde-creep?"

You glared at her as she shakes her head, continuing on. "Henry, he's tolerable, definitely friend material... Tiberius on the other hand—" She stopped herself abruptly shifting her angry tone as she considering her next words. "— he uh, could be tolerable... if it weren't for his eyes always staring at women like he's undressing them."

This made you shake your head in disturbed amusement. "I noticed that, I actually started to wish I had masking tape to just be able to cover my boobs with something."

You both awkwardly giggled together, until there was a thump from the second floor. You frowned and looked up. "Did you hear that?"

Polly tilted her head and stopped walking. "Hear what?"

There was a second thump, this time it was more intense and it made the chandeliers shake. Polly frowned and looked at you worriedly. "Uh, I definitely heard that."

The third thump formed a crack in the ceiling. All of the guests chattering slowly faded and they all watched the new crack intently and slightly confused, even the band that was playing stopped. It was so quiet anyone could hear what was going on up there.

There were multiple grunts and sounds of a fight, once again a thump sounded after something, or rather someone'scbattle cried. All of the guests flinched every time the battle cry sounded, because it sounded right before each devastating thump, it was as though the attacker was punching with such hatred and force, there was no possible way that the victim would still be alive. I mean, unless you're Steve Rogers or Superman or something.

A few more thumps sounded and the crack in the ceiling traveled out in many different directions. But the worst part about it was you realized the cracks were originating from right above you.

Your eyes widened as another battle cry was let out

"oh fu-"

The ceiling finally gave and people scattered all over the place, running to get out of the building, you watched as it came towards you at an alarming rate. At the last possible second you hurled your self out of the way, many pieces of rubble shot out after you from the impact.

Before you got a chance to see who was responsible a cloud of smoke suddenly puffed out of nowhere, it wasn't dust, it was like a thick vapour of some sort that made it hard to see and breathe. This scared everyone in the place out of there as fast as possible. You could hear, through all of the commotion, Polly's gold necklaces clatter farther and farther away as she ran.

You attempted to stand to your wobbly feet but you were unable to due to the bitchy as fuck heels you wore.

With a rip and a kick they both were off in two seconds flat, but you quickly learned that it was a bad choice thanks to all the sharp ass debris under your feet. You groaned "Polly? Floyd! Hold on I'm still in here!" You coughed through the haze, but you quickly lost your bearings on where to walk.

There were a few grunts all around you, it sounded like fighting. Suddenly a deadly looking fork shot out from the mist. You squeaked and hit the deck, however it was going at such a speed you didn't react until it actually got you, luckily it only grazed your shoulder as you dropped. Unfortunately it ripped some of the dress' fabric.

Whoever was fighting enough to make the roof cave in, they were still up and kicking, yelling taunts and such. But you didn't bother to listen. You were just trying to get the fuck out a there.

You sped walked in a random directions you thought you heard Polly run, but you only ended up running into a few tables and finally the stair case. "What the fuck Polly! This is the opposite way to go!"

Of course this was most likely just your brain being an asshole and thinking; Hey you know what would be funny? Lead Y/n to her untimely demise by pulling the best fucking prank on her ever! Man it's gonna be SICK!! It's probably the best way for us all to go.

A small, high pitched groan emitted from your throat as you started to panic. Your breathing was shallow, knowing you'd have to go back into that foggy hellhole filled with God knows what to even think about escaping.

Well guess what? Turns out God and you get to know what's going on in there.

A goddamn person crashes into the stairs right beside you, cracking and breaking multiple boards. "Holy FUCK!!" You screamed and crumpled to the floor with your hands over your head. From beside you, you hear a low groan. Amazed that the person was still alive, you shot up to your feet and whirled towards the sound only to see the person who broke through the goddamn oak stairs wasn't even a person. It was green alien looking thing, really it looked just like a man, the shape anyway.

It put a three fingered hand on its head and groaned again. It opened its eyes in a drowsy manner until it caught sight of you, it had to take a double take. It's eyes, that were placed behind a thin blue fabric, widened in panic.

You waved slowly in shock, unable to say anything. It tore it's eyes from you just in time, crossing mother fuckING SWORDS to block a GODDAMN RHINO that had jumped right into it!!

When the two made contact they plunged into a room under the stairs. The splinters
of wood burst from the stairs all over the place, some got caught on your dress and hair, but you no longer gave any shits!

You looked in the hole and watched as they fought. The green one looked as though it was a master at... whatever it was doing Kung-fu? I don't know!! It flipped over the rhino while spinning with its swords out, slicing at it opponents little ears while the rhino clumsily threw punches anywhere it could while trying to use its horn to skewer the green thing. In fact the big clumsy oaf actually landed his horn on the green ones back, but it didn't do anything because the green one had a shell on its back.

Wait... a shell... It's a turtle!!

You gasped in joy. Turtles are the cutest!

You grew a fondness for turtles mostly because whenever Floyd decided he would for sure get a pet, but then he always ended up telling himself to sleep on the decision. That 'sleeping on it' lasted about a month and he had changed his mind on what type of pet he wanted and you both went again. He rushed between, puppies, kittens, hamsters and the occasional owlet. You, however, always stuck with the little shelled reptiles. The pet shop owner had seen you both very frequently and now even lets you hold and play with the turtles.

A gag brought you out of your untimely day dream. You realized the situation, the turtle was being held by the throat while clawing desperately at the Rhinos closing fist around his neck. The turtle's mind seemed scattered, as his hands switched between reaching for the swords that had been dropped and clawing at the Rhino, all the while pushing his feet against the significantly larger animals chest.

Oh shitstick!

No way that turtle was dying on your watch!

You frowned and picked up a small broken piece of wood. You wound up then let it fly.

The little plank bounced innocently off the tough animals skin. He grunted and looked towards you over his steroid influenced muscles, but kept the deathly grip.

However once he did look at you, you'd already chucked another sharp piece of wood his way. Without a second to think it stabbed him straight in the eye and he screamed in pain, loosening his grip just enough for the turtle to bring in as much oxygen as he could and kick off the rhino's chest, slipping out of his grasp.

The turtle swiftly grabbed his swords and was about to charge at the horned creature. But he stopped and turned his attention to you. Your eyes widened dramatically in fear of his angered look.

Fuck fuck fuck turtle ain't good turtle ain't good!!

Unconsciously you stepped back, only for your shoulders to be trapped under two colossal palms, the fingers curled over and kept you in place. You timidly looked up to meet the sunglasses of an enormous hog (with atrocious hair) that bore into you.

"Uh... Heh..." Unable to make a proper sentence, you just stared and began to shake. The huge animals nostrils flared and hot air came down on your face. You grimaced.

"It's not safe here little lady. You lost or somethin'?" He said rather loudly with a small cynical grin.

There was no time to respond before the rhino roughly yelled at the hog while covering his eye. "What does that matter Bebop?" He grit his teeth and removed his palm from his face, blinking madly. "Get rid of that parasite!" And with that he charged at the turtle, who was still looking at you, processing all possibilities.

Looking back and forth between the rhino and the turtle you called out a warning "look out!" Although by the time you finished your sentence the turtle already was in mid jump over the mammals head. "oh... right, you can do spinjitsu or something."

A sudden yell from within the fog could be heard, and it sounded mad, like, volcano melting your house angry. "THEY'RE GETTING AWAY WITH THE SERUM!!" the voice bellowed, soon followed by a bunch of thudding that sounded like bodies hitting the floor. The turtle with the blue fabric on his eyes frowned at the words and growled in frustration, and taking one last look at the rhino before twisting around at lightning speed and landing his powerful kick successfully, right into the side of it's head causing it to stumble around and crash down, holding his head.

That seemed to piss the rhino off as he growled "You will pay for that you lizard!" He tried pull himself up but hands rushed the sides of his head and gently set himself back down, curling into the fetal position "No, nope. I am down, I am out."

The hogs body stiffened at the sight of his partner on the ground, unable to move and at the way the turtle looked towards him stoically, clearly no longer in the mood for this. As he began walking towards you both the hog started to walk backwards with you still in his grip. "uh... hey now take it easy." He said nervously, you found yourself stepping away in fear too. He was incredibly intimidating, a stark contrast compared to the turtles you'd known of up until this point.

"Hey stop, I'm warning ya!" Suddenly your arm was twisted behind your back uncomfortably, making your face contort from the slight pain, however the turtle did not slow his pace towards you both. "You think I'm playing turtle?!" He squealed out in fear then pushed your arm farther up your spine.

Both the pressure and pain in your shoulder increase substantially making you yelp out. "AH! STOP!!"

He suddenly stopped in his tracks at the sound of pain in your voice.

Bebops terrified expression was immediately wiped clean and replaced with a confident smirk. "Not so tough now huh turtle?" Bebop pushed it a bit more making you cry out slightly, but you bit the inside of your cheek to not sound like a wimp... your priorities were sorta mixed up a bit. "Alright, now back off before I tear this persons arm off!" You looked to the turtle with pleading eyes hoping he would, but to your dismay he didn't comply to you or the slimy pig holding you captive. "Hey, are you deaf?! I said back. The fuck. OFF!!"

As if right when he said it he gave your arm one last, excruciating push and you felt your arm pop out of where it was supposed to be, making you let out a blood curdling scream. The arm was now twisted in a sickening, painful way, like only your skin was holding you together with your shoulder so askew. The turtle seemed surprised it actually happened.

You however where having none of it and started to quickly scan your memory for any type of fighting tips you might've picked up ever since moving into New York. You closed you teary eyes and immediately your mind landed on what Sandra Bullock taught you from Miss Congeniality, shining in all her glory.

Okay... focus. Sing! Just gotta Sing!

Soon you freed your good arm by thrashing around from the pain. Once you thought you had a clear shot you took it, and successfully dug your elbow hard into his soft belly, winding him.

Stomach

With speed you didn't know you had you lifted your knee up as high as possible then crashed your heel onto his weird feet. At this point in time you wished you did have your spikes-for-heels still on, but you made due.

Instep

You easily pulled your bad arm out of his weakened grip and then slammed your fist up, square in his nose. It was much squishier than most noses, but it was just as satisfying to hurt.

Nose

Finally, the Magnum Opus. With perfect precision and impeccable grace you put all the strength you could muster into it and swung your firsts that were laced together for the hit to end it all.

Groin.

Bebop looked shocked as he tumbled to his knees, grasping his everything whilst groaning out in pain "You bitch..." He wheezes out and curled forward "God... That fuckin' hurts holy shit..." He slammed his fist onto the ground multiple times.

"Yeah that's right! Suck it hoe! You know I ain't the one whos playing!" You mocked him, but got a bit too into it.

However that small victory dissipated from your mind right as another large hand grabbed by the good hand and pulled along, soon just picked up from the spot you were at just two seconds ago.

You tried to get your bearings on what was going on, only to realize you were a good thirty feet above the ground and rapidly climbing higher on a thick rope making your gut flip.

In complete shock you timidly turned your attention to the other side of your body and came face to face with the scary large turtle who had the feeble fabric around his eyes. He was focused on pulling you both higher up, out of the building through the hole in the ceiling.

It all took a moment to set in before you inhaled deeply and let out a terrified, loud ass screech, making the turtle fumble with you slightly. He quickly recovered and looked around in a panic before placing his big mitt of a hand over your mouth and frowned shaking his head, then peered up.

You followed his eyes up to three other figures peeking in through the roofs hole that let chilling moonlight spill in and both you and the turtle in the pale illumination.

You got that they were trying to escape, but like... Why did you have to go too??

The turtle adjusted his tight grip on your side which finally settled into your mind that his hand was the only thing keeping you from plummeting to your death.

You slipped one arm around the back of the neck of the turtle, making him spare you a glance then get back to trying to escape. You struggled to choose what to look at in hopes of calming yourself down, you really didn't want to piss this guy off, because he could drop you pretty much at any time he felt.

Your free hurt arm dangled painfully as you looked down past you feet, getting a cold lump of ice in your belly. Uneasiness fell over you as you paled, turning back to the turtle and resting your frightened head on his shoulder, closing your eyes tightly in fear, focusing all your will power into not shaking uncontrollably.

Of course focusing on it just made you shake worse. The turtle shot you look of confusion but figured it was best to ignore the gesture.

Finally you both reached the roof, you could hear the yelling and fearful murmuring coming from the front of the mansion, police sirens blared in the distance, no doubt on their way to the scene. You looked ahead and spotted the three others that were at the top of the rope running away from the both of you, seemingly leading the way. They all looked like turtles too.

What was in that champagne? Wait... Did I even have any champagne?? No...

What the fuck is going on?!