𝐓𝐄𝐍, mob mentality

      𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. She's watched her own mother die in front of her, not a single person besides herself trying to stop her death from happening. She witnessed someone she thought was a good person, Atom, die. And she can't help but continue to blame herself, but she makes her best attempt at shaking those thoughts away.

      But what she's learned is that there's not exactly room to grieve on Earth. Especially when you're being hunted, by hundreds — maybe thousands, Makayla's not totally sure how many Grounders there are — of people who have lived on Earth for years. People who have pinpoint accuracy when throwing spears. People who know how to survive acid fog. 

      It doesn't help that she found Wells' body less than a day after she watched Atom die.

      The utter fear she felt when her eyes found his body, motionless on the ground, his blood infused with the dirt is engraved in her brain. It's instilled fear in the entire camp as well, because there's now people building a wall around the camp to secure themselves away from the danger of the Grounders.

      But building a wall around the camp to protect them won't reverse the fact that Wells wasn't protected. Building a wall around the camp to protect them won't erase the fact that Wells Jaha is dead.

      She feels like she owes it to the boy to lay him to rest. He was always nice to her, even though he was being constantly harassed by others. There was never a reason for him to be nice to her — especially since most people considered her to be a waste of oxygen back on the Ark — but he was always kind, and he demonstrated that on the ground too. 

      That's why she's outside of the camp's grounds, helping Clarke dig her friend's grave. 

      They haven't spoken much, Clarke being too upset to say anything. They quietly use their makeshift shovels (Makayla was able to get another thanks to Quinn, who made one out of scrap metal and a log), throwing the dirt off to the side without saying a word to each other.

      Makayla isn't surprised that Clarke is being silent. She doesn't blame her. She doesn't know the extent of their relationship, and she honestly thought that Clarke hated Wells, but maybe she's wrong. But Clarke has obviously been touched by the boy's death, so her silence isn't something bad. 

      Beads of sweat roll down Makayla's face as she digs her makeshift shovel into the dirt, eyeing Wells' body that remains in the grass not too far away from herself. She tried to find supplies to wrap his body, but she was told many times that they won't be able to spare the supplies for someone who's dead — the living members of the camp need it more. She understands, but she still feels bad that Wells won't get the proper burial that he deserves.

      She digs her shovel out of the dirt, throwing the earthly substances it picked up to the side. Clarke does the same, forming a second pile on the other end of the hole they've been digging. They're close to being done with the digging, ready to place Wells' mangled body in the grave to lay him to rest.

      "I'm sorry about Wells. He was a good person" Makayla says suddenly, breaking the silence that had fallen over the two girls. Clarke's eyes remain on the ground, shoving her shovel repeatedly into the dirt as Makayla's words rattle in her brain. No response comes from the girl, leaving Makayla to awkwardly stand there as Clarke continues on with the grave.

      She's annoyed that Clarke won't even give her a gesture, something to signify that she's aware of what she's said. She's attempting to console her, it's probably not the best attempt, but she's trying her best. She wants Clarke to know that she's there for her if she needs anything. "I mean it. I know a lot of others didn't like him, but I did".

      Clarke looks at her through the corner of her eye. "There's no need to have the whole act going on, Makayla. You don't even have to be doing this".

      Makayla scoffs lightly to herself, trying to figure out why Clarke isn't believing her words, seeing that her actions are genuine. She places it on grief, and the possibility of her being angry at herself for something, based on her tone. She bites the inside of her cheek, trying to figure out how to word her statements without offending the girl even more, because she knows what it's like to grieve.

      "Back on the Ark, he would always listen to me ramble about Earth. Maybe it was because he was pitying me, since I lacked a lot of friends, or maybe it was because he genuinely did care. But either way, telling him about my dreams, describing how Earth is supposed to be my utopia, was always a highlight of my day, or week if I didn't get many chances to talk to him, but —"

      She stops rambling when she spots Clarke wiping a tear from her cheek. She's quick to move to the other side of the hole, pulling the blonde into a hug.

      The girls sit in silence, welcoming the embrace of each other as they stand in the dirt hole together. Makayla feels bad for Clarke, she really, really does — nobody deserves to lose someone they care about. No matter what their relationship was like. 

      "When we were kids, Wells was always giving me ink, charcoal, just anything I could draw with, really. I found out later that he was trading his own stuff to give it to me". Clarke releases herself slightly from the embrace. "I just got him back, and —".

      She chokes on her words, but Makayla can assume what she was going to say. She brings her back into the embrace, letting her cry into her shoulder for as long as she needs to.

      The two girls stand there, welcoming the presence of the other for as long as possible before they have to continue working on digging the grave. Clarke seems to be feeling slightly better, wiping the few tears that had fallen onto her cheeks away as she begins to dig the shovel into the dirt once more.

      And Makayla even feels like there's a weight lifted off her chest, part of the grief she carries is beginning to go away now.

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      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒' 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃.

      It almost seems as if there's been a general consensus that things need to change in their camp. The wall is being built at a rapid pace, not like it was at the start. Almost everyone has a job now — whether it be stand on guard to watch for Grounders, or building the wall that's supposed to be protecting what remains of the one hundred, or any other needed job in the camp. Nobody's doing nothing. 

      Makayla doesn't exactly know what her job is, but she essentially spends all her time with Sam and Monty, or Quinn. Most days, she'll spend a few hours inside the dropship, helping them work away at the wristbands that they're trying to make into a radio. Just today they got a working wristband from Clarke — which seems totally out of character — and are now a few steps closer to contacting the Ark.

      Sam decided that he needed some air, because he's been working with the wristbands every waking hour of the day, and luckily for him, Octavia is currently helping Jasper face his fears of walking outside of the wall again. So, he's there, helping guide the boy outside of the wall.

      Monty said that Makayla doesn't need to stand there and hover, and she was just about ready to march out of the dropship herself to go do something else because she felt as if she was being useless once again, so she's making her way outside to help Quinn sharpen some weapons that are too dull.

      There's been one hunting party going out at a time, consisting of three or four people because they can't spare that many. They also don't want to put anyone in too much danger, so they try to keep the parties small. Makayla assumes that this decision was made so they could have as much food as possible — that's why there's a few people who are dedicated to cooking the meat that the hunters bring back — and she's seen that the portions that everyone gets in their rations have increased in size ever so slightly. 

      But the more times the hunting parties go out, the more times their weapons are used. That's why Quinn's been relentlessly making weapons and sharpening them for hours every day, making sure there's enough weapons to go around.

      Over the past few days, Quinn has taken the time to help the girl learn how to properly sharpen the makeshift knives and the two swords she's created (she decided to make another one, out of pure boredom at what seemed like four in the morning). Murphy ditched her to go boss people around with Bellamy, anyway, so Quinn was willing to help the girl learn.

      Makayla appreciates the changes. She really does. She feels a lot safer now, more protected than before. She still needs to find her thing, as Quinn likes to call it, so she can have a proper job in the camp. But she's grown to accept bouncing around, doing things to help others with their tasks if it means that she has something to do.

      She walks outside the wall and towards the spot Quinn's normally in. Her area for making weapons has moved from the back of the dropship to a spot between two very big trees, not too far away from the graves. Quinn said something about how there's more rocks over in that area, giving her better ways to sharpen the tools. And she doesn't hear as much commotion from the camp.

      She spots the brunette, working away at shaping a new knife. There's some pieces of scrap metal carelessly placed around her as she sits atop the biggest boulder between the two trees, some are shaped into weapons, and others aren't. There's also a pile of supplies that Makayla can only assume are going to be used to make handles — there's the outer layer of wires, pieces of seatbelts, and other materials that Clarke had brought back from a random bunker that she found in the middle of nowhere (Finn did not seem happy when he saw the supplies Clarke was handing out).

      Quinn lifts her head up, spotting the blonde walking towards her, with a smile on her face. She smiles back at the girl just before she brings her attention back down to the knife she's making, fully aware that the girl is in her general vicinity. 

      "Jasper's finally stepping outside of the camp walls today!" Makayla starts explaining as she scans over some of the materials on the ground. She's been keeping Quinn up-to-date with everything she does besides helping her, or anything that goes on inside the dropship since not many people go in there, it mainly being there Monty and Sam reside, as well as Clarke whenever she's dealing with injuries.

      She watches as Quinn brings her head back up, making eye contact with her. "That's good, right?" She questions, a smile creeping onto her face as Makayla beams.

      "Yes, of course! Sam and Octavia are helping him right now, and I'm glad Sam's finally getting out of the dropship — he's been working on those wristbands for days, he really needs a break and —" She stops as she realizes she's talking on and on about something Quinn probably doesn't care about. "I'm rambling, aren't I?".

      Quinn gives her a smile before looking back down at the weapon she's been working on. "No, no, it's fine, you're just so overly happy about this". Makayla rolls her eyes, because why wouldn't she be happy? 

      "Why wouldn't I be happy about that? I mean, things are actually looking up right now, the wall is being built, our rations have gotten slightly bigger, I'm not going insane from not having a proper job, and I actually feel safe!" She explains, earning a nod from Quinn. She hasn't forgotten about Wells, but things are actually looking up in the camp, so she can't deny that.

      She puts her hands in her pockets as she watches Quinn work. There's a few beats of silence, and Quinn looks like she's about to say something, but then there's a new sound echoing in the forest.

      There's a shriek, one that's slightly muffled, coming over from where Makayla believes Jasper, Sam and Octavia are. Her first thought is that there's a Grounder there, harming one of them. She shoots Quinn a look as she starts running in that direction, continuing to hear the muffled screams of whoever is being hurt in the same spot.

      She reaches the area, Quinn almost stumbling into her as she abruptly stops, watching as Octavia yanks herself out of one of the other delinquent's grasp. Octavia shouts at the guy to get out of there, stumbling away from the bush as she notices the two girls who just arrived at the scene.

      Jasper begins stumbling away, looking terrified for his life as Sam and Octavia try to tell him that everything's okay. Makayla runs her fingers through her hair, getting them stuck on even more knots than there were a few days ago, silently cursing the fact that her hair is that messed up. She watches as Jasper takes a few steps back towards the camp, back towards the safety of the camp walls, presumably back towards the dropship.

      And then he falls.

      His body crashes to the ground, making the four teens immediately rush towards him to help him up. Sam reaches out a hand to help him up just as Makayla reaches his body. The boy's head is pointed forward, though, and Makayla can see something in the grass that doesn't seem like it's supposed to be there. She rushes to Jasper's side, seeing his gaze on the mysterious objects hidden in the grass.

      She takes a step towards them, and then another. And then she sees what he's been staring at, and she's horrified.

      It's two fingers, and a knife, and they just so happen to be in the same area as where Wells died. It's not hard for her to figure out what that means, and when she takes a better look at the knife, she realizes it's one that a delinquent would use — not a Grounder.

      "Shit". 

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      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 — nobody is saying anything, at all. Four of the five delinquents that found the knife and fingers are standing around the center table in the tent, staring at the objects as Sam attempts to discretely bring Bellamy and Clarke to the tent so they can see the evidence left just outside of the camp wall.

      Makayla watches as Quinn grabs the knife off the table, scanning it over with a look on her face. The tent stays silent, everyone's eyes on the girl as they wait for the others to arrive.

      "I didn't make this knife" She says, her voice low.

      Jasper cocks his head to the side slightly, about to say something as the flaps of the tent that act as the doorway are yanked open, revealing the two people Sam had went looking for. Sam gives Makayla a look, one that she isn't able to read as she glances back over at the things on the table and in Quinn's hand.

      The two new arrivals find a place around the center table, everyone remaining silent as they scan over the objects. Quinn is quick to hand a concerned Clarke the metal knife, and everyone watches as the girl scans it over.

      Makayla finds it ironic, really, because the past few days have been good, if she's being completely honest. Nothing bad has happened, there's been absolutely no acid fog, nobody has gone missing or died since the discovery of Wells' body. Things were actually looking up for the delinquents, their small society being built even though it's being built off of the fear of the Grounders. But now? 

      Now everything seems to be going downhill.

      They don't know who's knife that is. It's obviously someone who doesn't know how to hide the evidence of their crime, because the weapon was literally left at the scene of their crime. But there's so many people in the camp, there's no way they could figure out who it is, right?

      "This knife was made of metal from the dropship" Clarke announces, Quinn nodding along. She explains to the blonde that she didn't make the weapon, and Makayla agrees with her. She's gotten an overview of the supplies the girl uses, and how she molds the metal to be said weapon. And she believes that Quinn would know what weapons she made and which ones she didn't.

      Jasper questions what Clarke means right as Makayla starts picking at her fingers. She thinks she should've known, really, because they never get lucky on Earth. She's been counting the days — it's been four days since the last bad thing that happened in the camp. Of course the peace and calm she experienced in that time wouldn't last forever. She's not lucky, and the camp as a whole certainly isn't that lucky.

      "Who else knows about this?" Clarke questions, and Octavia explains that it was brought immediately to the tent. Though she doesn't want to admit it, she finds that the more the camp lacks in knowledge of the knife and the fingers, the better. She can only assume that the delinquents all have major mob mentality, based off what she's heard from others about the whole 'Whatever the hell we want' debacle. 

      Clarke looks around for a moment. "It means the Grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us" She hesitantly explains, and Makayla watches as some color drains from everyone's faces, and she can feel her blood running slightly colder as well. Hearing that out loud doesn't sound right — who in their right mind would kill Wells?

      "So, there's a murderer in the camp?" Jasper asks, and Clarke nods.

      Bellamy doesn't seem fazed by the information though. "There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep it quiet" He states, his expression not faltering slightly. Makayla doesn't want to admit he's right though, because everything in her is telling her that they need to punish whoever killed the poor boy, but also, she does like the slight feeling of security she now has because of the wall around the camp.

      Makayla is quick to notice that Clarke is not having it. She marches towards the exit of the tent, knife tucked in her hand. She looks just about ready to murder someone, but Bellamy is quick to block her from the exit.

      "Get out of my way, Bellamy" Clarke exclaims, her tone filled with anger and hatred. Makayla watches from her side of the tent, scared to say anything to the angry girl because she can't predict how she will react. 

      "Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we've achieved — the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us" Bellamy quickly explains, but he just receives a glare from Clarke. Makayla nods along to what Bellamy says, even though it seems wrong.

      There's a second of silence before Clarke decides to respond.

      "Oh, good for you, you mean. What — keep people afraid and they'll work for you? Is that it?" Clarke retorts, anger lacing her voice. Makayla can tell that this is because of the grief she holds over Wells — especially after their short conversation at his gravesite. But keeping this information seems like it would be good for everyone.

      Bellamy holds his ground. "Yeah. That's it. But it's good for all of us. Fear of the Grounders is building that wall" The man attempts to explain, but Clarke does not seem willing to listen.

      "As much as it baffles me, Bellamy's right. The wall protects everyone, and if everyone finds out about this, we lose the construction of the wall" Makayla pleads, trying to make Clarke hold back on her mission to punish whoever committed the crime.

      Clarke shoots her a glare. "What happened to liking Wells? You said it yourself that he was innocent, that he didn't deserve it, but now you're saying we shouldn't get justice for his death?".

      The tent falls silent. Makayla blinks, staring into Clarke's eyes as she sees the anger pour out of them. She bites the inside of her cheek, wanting to speak up, but she can't form the words. She knows that Clarke has a point, but she stills thinks that Bellamy has a point. "We can get justice later, but not through a public confrontation. Have you seen how the entire camp acts?".

      "And besides, what are you gonna do — just walk out there and ask the killer to step forward? You don't even know whose knife that is" Bellamy adds, making Clarke scoff.

      "Oh, really? J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know".

      Makayla swears that there's more than one person in the camp that has those initials. It's not unique just to Murphy — and as much as she dislikes Murphy, she doesn't see him as the type to not hide the evidence of one of his crimes. Obviously, the one on the Ark doesn't count, but from what she knows about him, he really doesn't seem like the type to leave behind evidence after a murder.

      "Wait — Clarke!" She tries to pull her back from the exit of the tent, but the girl is too quick. She hastily exits the tent, leaving the rest of the people in the tent to follow after her. Bellamy is the first one out, his sister and Jasper quick to follow. Quinn exits too, as Makayla stands there, worry lacing her expression.

      Sam walks away from his previous spot by the exit and up to his friend. "What's wrong?" He questions, seeing the worry on her face.

      Makayla looks over to the boy. "There's more than one person in this camp with those initials. And, Murphy doesn't seem like the type of person to leave behind evidence".

      They stand there for a moment, before hearing Clarke's infuriated voice echo through the camp. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She yells, making the two delinquents left in the tent give each other a look before rushing out of the tent, hoping to try and stop the madness that's about to happen.

      She's not surprised that a group has formed — there's one circling around Clarke and Murphy, impatiently waiting to see what unfolds between the two. She can almost feel the anger radiating off of Clarke, and she can almost see exactly how this is going to play out. She hears Murphy say something back to the girl, but she isn't paying attention. She's trying to figure out the best way to stop Clarke from going off the rails with her rant, making things worse for the camp.

      "Recognize this?" Clarke snaps, and Murphy stares back at her.

      He tries to grab it, explaining to her that it's his knife — it's obvious that he lost it somewhere. But from the looks of it, Clarke isn't buying it, and looks just about ready to fight the boy.

      "Where you dropped it after you killed Wells" Clarke shouts, and now everyone's circling around the two. She hears some people whispering to each other as she nervously tugs her hands through her hair, fully expecting something bad to happen. She bites the inside of her cheek, listening to Murphy retort every comment she makes.

      She can see that the boy seems more annoyed than usual now. "Where I what? The Grounders killed Wells, not me" Murphy explains, and Makayla swears that she can hear it in his voice that he's being genuine.

      "I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it" Clarke scoffs, pure annoyance and anger dripping from her words. Makayla was going to try to get Clarke's attention, take it off of the boy she's accusing, but she cowers back. The teenager is angry. She's even scared of what Clarke might do, hearing the utter need for vengeance in the girl's voice. She previously thought of the girl as the sweet healer, who also naturally steps up when she has to lead. But now?

      Now she wants nothing to do with this situation.

      Murphy clicks his tongue. "Really? Bellamy, you really believe this crap?" He inquires, only to see the man staring back at him. Makayla watches, only a few feet away, as Bellamy steps back, not inserting himself in the situation any more than he has to.

      Clarke doesn't give the man any time to respond. "You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells!" Clarke shouts, making the rest of the delinquents nod along to her words. She's not exactly wrong — at least from what Makayla's heard, and briefly seen, the boy wasn't exactly fond of the boy. But she still can't bring herself to believe that Murphy killed Wells. It doesn't add up — and Murphy doesn't seem to be the type to leave behind evidence of a crime.

      "Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up" Murphy retorts, and Makayla can't help but silently agree with the boy. Though she didn't hate Wells, she's well aware of the delinquents' collective hatred of the boy because of his father's actions. That doesn't explain the knife being left where Wells' body was found, though. But something doesn't seem right.

      "Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him!" Clarke argues, her voice getting increasingly louder. Neither of the teens' points are wrong, but also, there's no actual proof that Murphy killed the boy. There are plenty of people that could've stolen his knife, right?

      "Yeah, I didn't kill him then, either" Murphy is quick to snap back to the blonde girl, and Makayla can tell that he's annoyed and upset that he's being accused of such a crime. She knows that she would be too.

      There's probably a millisecond of silence before a new voice decides to join. "Tried to kill Jasper, too!" Octavia adds, which Makayla is quick to realize doesn't help the boy's case. And there's a second where Makayla can see the panic in his eyes as he realizes that nobody believes him. Everyone thinks he's a murderer.

      She doesn't like Murphy, and probably never will, but this situation is horrible.

      She watches him glance around, hiding his panic almost instantly as more people continue to whisper about the situation. She's internally insisting that he didn't do it, because she doesn't believe that Murphy would leave his weapon there if he truly did kill the boy. Yes, she can admit that Murphy is an ass, but she knows that he's not careless.

      She zones out, forgetting what's happening around her as she listens in on some of the whispers around her. Most of the words are jumbled, she essentially can't hear anything anyone is saying, but there's a look on some of the delinquents' faces that makes Makayla worried. How is she, a singular person, supposed to prove that Murphy didn't do it? She has absolutely no evidence, and his knife being at the scene of the crime doesn't exactly help, but there's got to be a way, right?

      And then she hears something she didn't want to hear. She could almost feel it brewing in the crowd, the delinquents all coming to a general consensus on what to do.    

      "I say we float him" Someone shouts, and Makayla pales.

      Fuck.

      Clarke looks panicked, and so does Murphy. Makayla runs a hand through her hair as she watches everything crash and burn, the peace and security she's loved happening almost instantly disappearing as more people agree with the boy's chants. A chorus of chants erupt from the delinquents as Murphy attempts to run away, because everyone knows what's about to happen.

      Clarke's arguing against them, trying to rush into the center of the group as someone trips the boy over, leaving him lying face-down on the ground. Makayla feels frozen, feeling helpless as someone who she swears is innocent is about to be dragged to his death. She watches as they kick him around, and someone rushes up to him with a piece of a seatbelt, presumably to gag him.

      She watches, completely frozen in her spot as a group of boys start carrying the now gagged Murphy out of the center of the camp. She spots a frozen Charlotte, watching them carry the boy away, looking like she's about to cry.

      Charlotte finds her watching her, and rushes up to the older girl. "What are they going to do to him?" She hesitantly questions, and she swears she can see the tears welling up in the young girl's eyes.

      Makayla hesitates. "I think they're about to hang him" She says, her voice low and quiet. She doesn't like admitting that out loud, because it makes it even more real.

      More commotion fills the blonde's ears, making her take the younger girl's hand as the two rush towards where the rest of the delinquents have gathered. She pushes her way through the crowd, taking a place next to Octavia, hearing everyone chant Bellamy's name. She feels her blood run cold as she sees a beaten up, bloodied and gagged Murphy hanging from a rope, a crate under his feet being the only thing keeping him alive.

      And then the crate gets kicked down by Bellamy.

      She feels something in her heart break as she watches Murphy helplessly hang from the rope. His hands are bound, so he has absolutely nothing that can get him out of there. Finn appears, immediately trying to go cut down Murphy, screaming at everyone to get him down, but a few boys appear in front of him, sticking knives in his face.

      She watches as Quinn tries to break it up, and within a few feet of her, Bellamy and Clarke are arguing too. Everything is going to absolute shit, and there's nothing she can do about it. There's a tug at her sleeve, and she looks down to see Charlotte, tears brewing in her eyes. She feels bad for the girl, for having to witness this at a young age. She wants to get the young girl out of there, but then she notices something.

      The way Charlotte seems to be hesitating, leaning her weight forward ever so slightly as she opens her mouth to say something, eyes trained on Murphy. Makayla stares, utterly confused, until she connects the dots. She looks from the young girl, over to the boy who's unconscious, and back to the young girl as she finally steps forward.

      "Stop! Okay? Murphy didn't kill Wells!" Charlotte shouts, making everyone go silent. She's released the grasp on Makayla's jacket sleeve, having taken a few steps forward now. Makayla feels her heart shatter even more as she realizes what's happening.

      And her world seems to come crashing down as Charlotte announces to everyone that she was the one who killed Wells.

      𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 —

i finally wrote a chapter that reached over 5k words???? that's actually insane. this chapter took literally forever to write though, i had no idea how i wanted to execute this.

this episode is completely batshit crazy and everyone's off the rails so i decided that makayla was going to be reasonable! i think this might be one of my favorite episodes too.

as always, any feedback is feedback id love to hear!

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