[Y/N] - Your Name
[M/N] - Middle Name
[L/N] - Last Name
I
["Talking"]
["SCREAMING"]
["Whispering"]
["Thinking"]

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-> [ARTISTS / SERIES USED]

- lilredbeany.
- Sako Toshio.

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Y/N: ["Hmmmmmph~!"]

Y/N groaned a bit as he stretched his arms up, and cracked his neck from side-to-side. Feeling the exhaustion subsided, even just a little bit, was a rare commodity he barely could enjoy, considering the circumstances of where his night of sleep went every day. He just enjoyed the downtime he had, putting both hands behind his head and laying against the sofa rather comfortably with a small sigh.

In the table in front of him, Ashlyn's parents played cards against Ben and Aiden — They had offered for him to play, yes, but do you really think that Y/N of all people would say yes? If asked, he may admit that he was tempted to, yes, but decided that resting, even in this little amount of time, was the best he could do. He recalled Elio telling him about something like "laying with your feet at the height of your heart".

With an approval of Ashlyn's parents for him to lay down, he wasted no time in kicking off his shoes and doing so, comfortably laying himself there. Speaking of, the red-haired girl herself had gone up to her room in order to change — Something Y/N took the time to do on his way when he stopped to drop his bag at his house — and should be joining them shortly. Regardless if she did or not, Y/N just listened on.

They had about one hour before Ashlyn could leave, and thirty minutes since they had gotten here. All Y/N did was small talk here and there, every so often nodding along to a conversation that he was all but interested in — Thankfully those theater classes made him a rather good actor, at least. Speaking of, he just browsed through his phone every now-and-then to check up on messages and anything else of interest.

[MESSAGES]

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[E.L.D]

(Me) (Y/N M/N L/N)
Any updates on the ammunition and the guns?*

[E.L.D] (Elio)
A lot harder to acquire, sir.*
Our fake licenses are not ready yet, so I cannot buy them legally.*
I could get them faster if I were to acquire them from your brother's group.*

(Me) [Y/N M/N L/N]
That is out of the question.*
We're only going to get involved with Florentino in extreme situations.*
I can live without weaponry for a while longer. Contacting him is our last case scenario.*

[E.L.D] (Elio)
I understand your concern, sir.
I will see if some of my contacts are still in the country.*
I will update you in a couple of hours about it.*

(Me) [Y/N M/N L/N]
Thank you.*

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Y/N just stared at the exchange for a few minutes before closing his eyes and putting his cell phone face-down on top of his chest. He would not be caught dead meddling with Florentino — Even if "dead" is what he'd most-likely be afterwards — and his troupe. He could take his chances against some skinny, weird guys like the Phantom, but business like that is something he wished was as distant as he possibly could.

Steps coming down the stairs caught his attention. Opening a single eye, and facing it, he was met with the sight of Ashlyn coming down the stairs — Unlike her usual uniform, now the girl only wore a black tank top, green shorts, and her shoes. This was the first time Y/N could get a good look at the rest of her skin, and found his eyes darting to the freckles around her body, a sight rather new to his Indigo irises.

Ashlyn: ["I'm ready, mom. Can you do my hair?"]

Emma: ["Sure thing, dear!"]

Ashlyn: ["... They were worried about them bullying me, yet here they are playing cards with them"] Her eyes wandered off to Y/N, who remained laying in the sofa with shut eyes ["Not to mention that he is pretty much sleeping there — Can't say I blame him though"]

The girl and her mother sat on the other sofa while Y/N remained laying down on the one he had. After a few more minutes of them chatting here and there, he was the first one to stand up after receiving the notification that Elio had arrived. Being the first one to stand up — Not that he really cared — Y/N interrupted the game of the rest. Even if he had come to discuss the project, now that he recalled, they didn't, at all.

He just shared a knowing glance with Ashlyn, who apparently also shared of his predicament of having wished to study, but not actually doing it. Regardless, they just made their way down and outside, both Mike and Emma watching carefully the SUV that they had gotten on, especially the scarred, suit-wearing man who stepped out to open the door for them — All Elio did towards the two was wave happily at them.

The road ride was pretty much in the same vein as the one where they came to Ashlyn's home: Quiet, and uneventful. Small bits of talk here and there, mostly among Ben, Ashlyn and Aiden, but occasionally Elio or Y/N would chirp in as well. And not many minutes later, they had arrived in front of an unassuming two-stories-tall brick building. Y/N just hummed as he glanced out the window and up at the sign outside.

Elio: ["We have arrived"]

Ashlyn: ["About time... If the GPS didn't lead you down the wrong street, I would've just given him the address"] The girl unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, stepping outside and stretching her arms up ["But seems like isn't on m side... Thanks for the ride"] Y/N just nodded while Elio smiled as she turned to face Aiden ["Satisfied?"]

Aiden: ["Yep! ... ... ... Actually, may I come in-"]

Ashlyn: ["No"]

The girl just slammed the door shut on his face, something which, while rude, both Y/N and Elio just shared a glance of amusement at the girl's antics. Aiden remained smiling at nothing while the girl walked inside the building, and shut the door behind her. Y/N just shrugged the situation off and put a cigarette on his lips, clicking down on his lighter to lit up while Elio returned to driving to leave Aiden and Ben home.

As if sensing the distress and intent of Y/N to kick Aiden out thanks to the fact he would not shut up, Elio chirped in. Aiden and Ben found it a bit strange that he would always dodge and wave around questions, a way so smoothly they barely noticed, but thought nothing of it — Rich people are weird, after all. Y/N just listened on silently, now with Ashlyn gone, not even once chirping up to give his input on the situation.

After waving their goodbyes once they had arrived, Y/N took a moment to spare at the house — It was large. Almost as large as his. Aiden's parents must've been loaded, him and Elio concluded. An interesting thing to keep in mind and know, but not really anything Y/N found himself caring about as Elio drove them towards their home. The ride was silent, no radio on, just the very, very faint sound of the engine outside.

Elio: ["Pardon me for intruding, sir"] The man began, which caught Y/N's attention ["But, as of late, you appear to be rather... Distant. More-so than you usually are"] A bit annoyed, yes, Y/N was not surprised he had noticed ["Anything I should be worried about, sir?"]*

Y/N: ["... Just the usual preoccupations of the life we lead, Elio. Especially since that bastard has contacted me recently"] Y/N puffed out the smoke from his cigarette, exhaling and crossing his arms ["So that got me a little bit on edge, too. Considering... Everything"]*

Elio: ["Which of the bastards, sir? Save for Mrs. Viola, you refer to all of them like that"] Y/N let out a small chuckle in conjunction with his butler, tapping his cigarette into a nearby ashtray ["Would I be correct to assume that you are referring to your brother?"]*

Y/N: ["Unfortunately you are... Unfortunately you are..."]*

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A huff, a groan, an annoyed sigh. No matter what left his mouth, Tyler would not stop his ceaseless walk back and forth around the room. Very clearly distressed, annoyed, and perhaps even afraid, too. The bags under his eyes did very little to soften his expression of exhaustion and paranoia — By the side, Taylor sat on the bed, cowering with a blanket around her. Just like her twin brother, she too, looked VERY exhausted.

Taylor: ["Tyler...?"]

Tyler: ["... Sorry ..."]

Tyler then turned to look at her, at first, seemingly annoyed, but after a tired sigh, his expression relaxed, and so did his shoulders. He looked much more at ease and less paranoid and panicked. Sitting by the side of his sister, he ran a hand across his hair, very much trying to compose himself and gather what little energy he had left before the adrenaline would start pumping into his body from all the action in a few hours.

Taylor: ["... We can't keep skipping...']

Tyler: ["Yeah, yeah, I know...I need baseball to get into college, and your mechanics has job connections, I get it"] Still with a hand covering his face, he leaned back, narrowing his eyes ["It's just that-... Does any of this even matters if we end up dead tomorrow...?"]

Taylor: ["So you want to throw all of our hard work away?"] She leaned closer to him, both still sitting in the lower mattress of their bunker bed. Her tired eyes looked up at his, matching even further how much similar the two were ["... All of our plans...?"]

Tyler: ["No, of course not..."]

He dropped his hand for a moment. Rubbing his eyes and trying to compose himself, gathering his thoughts which ran around like wild animals in his exhausted brain. Out of instinct, he raised his hands to rub his palm against his face, trying his best to keep himself awake, even just a bit while longer so that he would be conscious when the shift happened. To his left, Taylor looked just as distressed as her twin brother.

Tyler: ["Things just had to become more complicated, didn't it...?"]

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[19:00 / 7 PM]

Purple in the rows of purple. Yellows in the row of yellows — It was a rather simple duty, as tiring as it could be at times. In a day like this one, Logan just felt glad that nothing too demanding was going on, so he just wiped some sweat off of his brow and stared down at the many potted plants in front of him. He bit his lip, his eyes wandered to all sides, his hands trembled and his heart beat faster and faster.

Logan: ["... Five more hours to go..." ]

He could practically feel the hands of the Phantoms clawing at his side. Every tic of his wristwatch felt like a strike at his side. He swallowed out of fear in pure instinct, clutching the dripping hose in his unstable palms. Even with his glasses, he could barely see what was in front of him thanks to all the nervousness — All that he could ever think of, all the thoughts in his mind, was that if he would survive another night.

Logan's Father: ["Logan? You alright, son?"] The rather elderly-man chirped up, prompting the young boy to look back at him in surprise ["You look rather clammy"]

Logan: ["Uh-Uh, yeah... I'm fine!"]

Logan's Mother: ["He's looked like that ever since that field trip a couple o' weeks back"] The woman waved her gardening shovel up and down, narrowing her watchful, dark-green eyes ["He even quit that little Astrology club of his. Somethin's up for sure!"]

Logan's Father: ["If anything's wrong, son you know you can come to us, right?"] He looked at Logan, who turned to face away for a moment with some very awkward, shaky eyes and hands ["There is no need to keep bearin' things by yourself, you know..."]

Logan: ["... Everything's alright, I promise! You don't need to worry!"] He gained a smile as he stepped away, feigning surprise ["Woah, these look like they need to be watered!"]

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[21:00 / 9 PM]

Elio: ["Sir?"]*

The man wandered into the purely-white room, looked around, and saw nothing. He stared at the bathroom for a moment, but could not hear anything from it. So, wandering off, he no longer wore his suit, but something more casual — His sleeveless attire did little to hide more scars spread throughout both arms. It was only when he reached outside that his ears twitched when he heard something.

Turning to face the direction of the noises, he spotted Y/N — Shirtless, wearing only his pants, with his knuckles and feet wrapped. A small smile could not help itself, and snuck its way into Elio's lips. He hung back for a bit, crossing his arms and watching Y/N continue his training against the sandbag that was hung from one of the garden's many trees. Some minutes later, he made his way closer, both hands behind back.

Elio: ["Your form's not half-bad, sir. But it could use some work. Particularly your kicks"] Y/N did not sound, or react, surprised when Elio spoke up. He just looked at him over his shoulder ["I would recommend branching out a bit from the 15 Katas of Chitō-ryū"]*

Y/N: ["... Yeah... Shame I haven't had the time to take up on your offer of training"] He spat to the side, falling ass-first on the soft grass underneath ["And since our identities aren't perfect yet, I doubt a check up at the hospital would help much..."] He laid back-first there, watching the man come closer and sit by his side ["I mean no offense, of course]*

Elio: ["Hahahaha, none taken, sir. None taken. I doubt my time as a doctor in the army would be much help with sleeping disorders like yours"] The man offered Y/N a gentle, and caring smile, and turned to the sandbag, tilting his head a bit to the side ["I also recall you having said that you needed to be quicker on your feet, isn't that right, sir?"]*

Y/N: ["Yeah...?"]

Elio: ["Hm. You always fall asleep at midnight and wake up at 7... Seeing as we still have three hours left, I think we can cover the basics"] The man stood up again, prompting Y/N to follow along as Elio cracked his neck and his knuckles, rolling his shoulders ["Here. Follow my movements, and do what I do, alright? I'll teach you something new"]*

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[10:40 PM / 22:40 PM]

Ashlyn: ["Ugh... Class was exhausting... Or am I just too tired...?"]

The girl dropped back-first on her bed after downing an entire bottle of water that she lazily put on top of her bedside shelf. Her green eyes turned to look at the clock, noticing its time and humming in contemplation to everything, really. She could not keep her thoughts from wandering, from the best to worst-possible scenario — This could very well be the last night of her life, but thinking about it would not help at all.

Ashlyn: ["... It's almost midnight"]

Ashlyn: ["... I wonder how the others are doing..."]

At 11:00 PM / 23:00, Aiden downed a last bottle of energy drink and sat at the bed, right at the side of a nearly-sleeping Ben. The two shared a quick glance, and then an even-briefer nod — Aiden leaped over Ben, falling ass-first into the bed by the side of his cousin's. Comfortably, with the AC on and the moon shining over their window, he laid his cheek against his pillow. Turning his back, his eyes closed, but not his smile.

At 11:25 PM / 23:25, Logan sat in his bed. Putting his glasses down. His unsure, quiet, and shaken face remained as fearful as ever. The poor guy could barely hang on to his ever-racing mind. It was like he knew what was going to happen, and yet, he didn't. What could he do? How could he do? It's been weeks, and yet, he did not have an idea of what to do — Putting his thoughts to rest, he decided to follow right along.

At 11:38 PM / 23:38, Taylor rested her cheek against Tyler's shoulder. He took the chance to calmly lay his head on top of hers, whispering a quick wish of goodnight to one another, even if they knew that a "good night" would not come, they could at the very least wish — Their breathing remained stable, but their mind, just like everyone else's was running so wild, that it practically turned into nothing but a sudden blur.

At 11:45 / 23.45, Y/N laid his back against the grass. Sweat ran down his aching body as he rested after the extensive hours of training. By his side, a bottle of water was completely empty, his hands throw up and flat against the soft grass. Elio was not too far away, also sweating, but nowhere near as tired as Y/N was — Which was not surprising to the later. He couldn't even feel surprise with the ticking clock.

Ashlyn: ["Two minutes to go, and no one sent anything in the group chat"] The girl laid on her bed, staring at her phone for a bit ["I feel like we're forgetting something... Let's see — At midnight, the sky turns red. The world becomes lifeless and mute, and shadow monsters roam the street..."] She tapped her feet again, clearly distressed and confused, reciting, word-by-word, the consensus everyone had reached ["Because I originally-though the sound they made were Phantom noises, we dubbed them as "Phantoms". For seven hours, we're stuck there — Time moves in the real world, not there"]

The girl pulled the covers over herself, hearing the click of the clock indicate that all of it was ready to go — Under normal circumstances, one minute ago her mind would've made an Iron Maiden reference. Now, however, all she could do was pull the covers over herself, and glare right outside the window for a single second. And then, hoping for the best, her emerald-colored eye shut for just a few seconds longer.

Ashlyn: ["That world seem to be influenced by ours, but doesn't influence it back. If we move something in the real world, it moves in the shadow world, but not the other way around..."] Her thoughts now wandered off from objects, all the way down to her arm, which just a couple of weeks ago, had a lingering, stinging sensation ["Injuries that happen there can be felt, but not seen in our world. And, we always return where we left-"]

One last thought flashed before her eyes.

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Just like she was left, Ashlyn clutched her face against the others, both of her shaky palms covering her afraid eyes thanks to the Phantom that was approaching. Shaking off the dizzy feeling they always felt when the shift happened, Ashlyn and the others just looked all over the place — Y/N was still as careful as before, and the switchblade in his hand was still being clutched, but no longer thrusted forward as if stabbing.

Ashlyn: ["Duck! That Phantom is still around!"]

The girl pushed Aiden's face down, also reaching out to pull Y/N by the back of his shirt. Everyone followed suit, dropping to the ground kneeling to follow right along the girl's orders. She could not see it, yes, but thanks to her hearing, every step the Phantom took on the outside of the bus, wandering around the graveyard felt like it was coming closer — It took just a couple of seconds for Ashlyn to realize it was.

Taylor: ["What do we do?"]

Ashlyn: ["We'll have to try and kill it...']

Tyler: ["And how should we try and do this?"]

Y/N: ["... You all get to the weapons. I'll distract it long enough"]

Ashlyn: ["Listen, I understand we don't have many bullets, or guns for that matter, but that's too dangerous"] The girl spoke up as Y/N stood from his crouching position, spinning his switchblade ["Y/N, listen! You may have taken one of these before, but kill it?!"]

Ashlyn went quiet as she heard a step, and then another, and another. Every single tickling moment that ent by, the Phantom outside approached. The red waves around, the sound of the ever-approaching tapping of its soles made the girl duck down again. Y/N remained up, staring right towards the entrance with his switchblade still out.

Ashlyn: ["Shhhhhhhhh!!! It is getting closer, I think it heard us!"] For a moment, the girl looked around herself, and then towards the entrance of the bus ["Under the seats!"]

All of the people moved down the seats. Every step closer, Y/N beat in rhythm, but his eyes kept as cold and still as ever. He breathed in, and out — Ben was sweating, clutching his fists. Tyler squeezed Taylor's hand to try and comfort her as the two laid side-by-side. Logan kept both hands in his mouth and nose, while Aiden as they heard the Phantom's feet step closer. Ashlyn shot Y/N a look of worry and fear.

Ashlyn: ["If we can just quietly crawl to the box..."]

The girl kept glaring at the box, until the Phantom's legs fully appeared. Y/N cracked his neck from side-to-side, rolled his shoulders, and began to calmly bounce on his feet. That is, until he raised leg and stomped it against the floor, causing a loud rumbling noise to echo around. The Phantom stared right towards him, its smile only spreading further and further — A perfect contrast with Y/N's stone-cold, indigo eyes.

As if sensing the looks of worry of Ashlyn, Y/N just nodded his head, to try and ease her — Safe to say, it did not work much. Instead, he just kept on glaring towards the creature. A glare exchanged between each of them was about enough for Y/N to relax his posture. Feet parallel and wide, weight central and low, and his back was straight, with both knees and feet pointed slightly-inwards. In his hand, he kept the knife.

Y/N: ["... This isn't the first time I've stared death in the eyes. Sure as hell is the scariest one, though"] Y/N's eyes kept glaring right towards the creature, who kept its gaze right towards him ["Still. As long as I remember what Elio taught me, I should be fine"]

SCRAAAAAAAAAAAAPE!

Ashlyn: ["Shit, that was loud!"]

The girl glanced down at her knees that had scraped against the floor of the bus. Thanks to the noise she made, the Phantom turned to glare right towards the seat where Ashlyn was hidden underneath. Without missing a second, Y/N tossed the knife threw the knife right towards the Phantom, sinking it into its shoulder. Though the creature howled, and Y/N heard nothing, Ashlyn still recoiled thanks to the sound.

Y/N: ["Go get the weapons!"]

Another time could be considered for Y/N to realize that he had raised his voice for the first time in God-knows-how-long. For now, all he had to do was act as soon as everyone came from underneath their seats. The moment the Phantom turned around to face everyone who had left, was when Y/N stepped forward — He chambered his leg into a front kick, and as the Phantom turned to face him, he spun it into a roundhouse.

The Question Mark Kick landed perfectly against the Phantom's head, causing it to recoil a bit thanks to the impact. Ashlyn remained a bit surprised — She did not expect the reserved, and quiet guy to pull off a move like this. Let alone when he pulled out his jacket as soon as the Phantom turned around to look at him. It let out a scream, which caused Ashlyn to, again, recoil thanks to loud, high-pitched noise.

Y/N: ["Quick on your feet... Remember what Elio taught you..."]

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Elio: ["I picked this up when I went down to work in South America"]*

The man looked down at Y/N, who remained sitting on the ground. He followed along with Elio's movements — Aa leg step backwards, bringing the arm on the same side in front of the face, as protection, Y/N had figured. Then, his legs were equalized again, and he kept repeating the movement again. Y/N stood up, and slowly, but surely, began to enter the rhythm. Soon enough, he was following along perfectly.

Elio: ["Now... Watch very closely. When your opponent least expects it"]*

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As the Phantom turned to face him, Y/N tossed the jacket right towards the creature — Particularly, right towards its face. Even though the Phantom managed to slice it in half, Y/N still managed to step ahead, keeping the same rhythm he had been taught. Y/N rotated the body around his central axis, raising the back leg and performing a circular kick towards the Phantom. Aiming to strike the Phantom with his heel.

Ashlyn watched on with surprise, her eyes widening at the sight of Y/N who Y/N kept his posture as closely as Elio had taught — The trunk erect, and the abdomen contracted to avoid injuries to the spine. Y/N used the strength of the legs and hips to generate momentum and hit the opponent with power. Even though it was not perfect, and his pose was a little bit shaky, Y/N still managed to pull of what he was taught...

As he struck the Phantom directly on the chest, the force behind the impact was enough to send the creature on its back. As to not waste a single second, Y/N went right from Capoeira to dirty fighting — Kicking the creature while it was down. Stomping on it, on the knife in its shoulder. Ashlyn just cowered under the seat again, shielding her ears from the loud sounds, until the Phantom held Y/N's sole.

Pushing him back with surprising strength for such a skinny creature, the Indigo-eyed boy landed back-first against the bus with yet another loud thud from his impact. And as the Phantom came rushing right at him, with Y/N bringing his legs up and arms up to shield his vitals, the maw of the creature found itself not sinking in flesh — But instead, he got a big serving of knee-to-the-nose, courtesy of Ashlyn herself.

It gave Y/N enough time to stand up, rapidly getting to his feet as everyone had gotten their hands on the weapons. The entire space was too crowded, and the one closest to the Phantom was Ashlyn, who raised her trembling hands and began to bounce on her feet. Y/N watched the girl for a moment, also rather surprised, but back to his serious expression. He stomped the ground again, assuming the first stance he had.

Ashlyn: ["Anyone got a plan?"]

Tyler: ["How about we beat up this thing until it stops moving?"]

Y/N: ["I think this is the first time that I 100% agree with anything you say"]

Seeing as she was the nearest, the Phantom leaped right towards Ashlyn. Bringing its left arm up to swipe at her. The girl was quick to duck under, slipping near the creatuer to strike her knee against its stomach. Her hands, clutching its back, forced the Phantom to lay down on her still-raised leg. Y/N stepped ahead and brought his kicking leg in a linear motion, and at the peak of height, he brought down the head.

The Phantom's entire upper-body bounced off of Ashlyn's head, and even though it tried to bright its claw down against Taylor, its head was thrown, again, to the left — Courtesy of the blunt side from the blade-attached-bat that Tyler carried. Pushing through the pain of the creature screaming, Ashlyn brought her hands up, clutching the Phantom's shoulders and bringing him down at the same time she leaped.

Slamming both of her knees against its back, with its front now entirely exposed, Taylor was free to swing her flail around and smash it against the Phantom's stomach where Ashlyn had kneeled — Speaking of which, after sensing her distress from the creature's scream, Y/N grabbed the binger's shoulders and pulled her out from underneath the creature, helping her stand up, something she thanked with a smile.

Y/N did not match it, but instead, nodded at her. Ashlyn gave a few steps in order to shield her ears from the screaming of the monsters. What followed next could best be described as "Jump his ass". Every time the Phantom tried to swipe at someone, they would step back and someone would strike from another angle. Kicks, stomps, flails and bats, it really was just the creature getting ganged up on by everyone else.

Aiden: ["Let him get up,.."]

He put his arms in front of Taylor and Tyler, also Ben who was ready to come in and stab the creature in its chest with the garden shears. As the Phantom finally managed to find his footing, Aiden gave Y/N a nod, to which all he did was repeat the motion he did first — The Question Mark Kick. Chambering his leg, spinning, and striking, the Phantom was pushed back again, which Aiden took advantage of by its arms.

Using the momentum of the creature's body being seung, and his own dragging along with it, he dropped into one of the seats. It was almost like a Judo movement — Using his own fall to bring the Phantom on top of himself, and using his feet to push him forward. Though, normally, the Phantom would've fallen back-first to the ground, instead, it now found its head stuck into one of the broken glasses of the bus.

Aiden: ["CLOSE THE WINDOW!"]

Ashlyn and Ben got right to action — The two of them, closest to the window the Phantom was stuck in, sprung to opposites seats. Clicking off the locks of the window, they brought it down with all their strength against the creature's head. with its back arched thanks to Aiden's feet pushing it up, it made for a gruesome sight. It kept on thrashing around, clearly not losing strength even at such a dangerous pose.

Though with how hard it was moving around, Aiden's hand slipped away from the creature's arm. Y/N leaped right in, feeling a bit awkward at having his face rubbing against the Phantom's back, but he decided to push the dirty thoughts aside in order to save his life first. Both organic and mechanical, Y/N recalled having ridden bulls before, but none of them spasmed as much as a Phantom in a situation like this.

Y/N kept both arms tightly wrapped around the creature's waist, pushing it down with his own body weight, and cursing himself in his own thoughts for not having accepted the Jiu-Jitsu and Wrestling classes from Elio when he had the chance. Still, with everyone also coming to help, Taylor and Tyler each around one leg, and Ben with his shears ready to stab as soon as he could do so, the Phantom did not give up.

Y/N's eyes could barely make sense of the near, rainbow-colored blurs that were passing through his vision. Nearly being thrown away at every opportunity the Phantom had to toss him, having to hold on for dear life. Still, he managed to make out the sight of Ashlyn also holding down the Phantom's arm with Aiden, wrapping both of her legs around its wrist, and holding the shoulder as tightly as she could.

Y/N: ["... What about the other-"]

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[Published in - 03/26/24] -> (8 hours after the last)
[Word Count - 5.470]

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