"Oops. Hope he has car insurance."
Chris noticed that a bunch of other cars around the area begin to visibly hesitate, the drivers clearly taking in the scene.
"Oh my god! It's Crash!"
Yeah, they knew he was here.
Chris used his telekinesis to crush a couple of more cars, the metal crumpling easily like paper. Using these new hunks of metal (with people still presumably inside them), Chris chucked them at the windows of the nearest building, shattering them which caused them to emit large, piercing, echoing screeches.
Damn.
It still wasn't enough.
Chris chuckled. Maybe he could use some of his new tricks.
Sure, he told himself that he wouldn't use any of his new equipment until Strike showed up, but he was kind of getting impatient. It was like telling a kid they had to wait to play with the new toys that they just received.
Impossible to resist.
Chris decided he'll just use one of his toys.
Chris pulled out the disk for his air bazooka out of his pocket and slammed his hand onto the button aggressively, the equipment immediately turning into it's larger form.
Chris heard very clearly the few onlookers that stayed on the scene gasp.
Way to be discreet.
In a way that managed to look cool while lifting a huge hunk of metal, Chris placed the air bazooka on his shoulder and adjusted his stance to a much more stable one. Without much hesitation, Chris shot a blast of force directly at the base of the same building that he threw the crumpled cars at.
Half of the bottom of the building pretty much looked like it got vaporized.
Of course, since the building lost half of its support, it began to tip.
Chris could see people looking out from the shattered windows, a few screams echoing through the air.
Chris slid over to the building and angled himself to mostly the side of the building.
He wanted to make the building tip over onto the road for max chaos. Doing so would probably cause much more property damage.
Chris shot another blast of air and took out mostly the whole foundation on the side facing the road.
Heck yeah.
And that's when Chris noticed that some people were attempting to jump out of the windows on the second floor in order to escape.
How stupid.
Chris used his telekinesis to try and help the building fall faster, yet it was really hard. He's never tried lifting or moving anything this heavy with his telekinesis.
It was a whole building for christ's sake, of course it wasn't going to fall easy.
But eventually, the building, with too little foundation, began to fall.
The sound of the building hitting the asphalt was one of the loudest things Chris has ever heard in his life.
It was so fucking loud.
Chris turned away, squeezing his eyes shut to try to not get any dust in his eyes. The ground physically reverberated, vibrations spouting from the impact in every direction. Cars, trash cans, benches, lampposts, people, and literally anything else that were littering the surrounding sidewalks shook, falling over and flipping as if they were the victims of a hammer strike. Commotion came from every direction, car alarms blazing, and random disturbances all filled the area's soundtrack.
Holy goddamn motherfucking shit.
Chris knew that with his new gadgets, he could probably cause destruction one-hundred times more than normal, but he didn't think it'd be this intense.
Chris looked back to the building which was not a pile of debris. He probably just killed so many people.
But there was a small issue.
Strike still wasn't here.
Chris was about to use his air bazooka to shoot down another building, but then he noticed something.
There was something flying towards him in the sky.
But it wasn't a person.
Chris squinted his eyes, trying to figure out what it was.
It looked like an airplane.
Frozen in place, Chris watched as the airplane began to descend. The airplane was descending right towards him.
Who was flying this plane?
As the plane kept getting closer and closer, Chris moved from the asphalt to the sidewalk. The plane was so close now that it was doubt coming right towards him.
The plane came down right to the ground, crashing into the debris of the once-building.
Confused yet curious, Chris slowly approached the plane, suddenly hearing voices come from it, presumably from the people inside the air vehicle.
"And that's how it's done!"
Chris heard a loud huff. "J-jin! W-what do y-you mean? Y-you l-literally c-crashed the whole p-plane!"
"But we're here aren't we? And you're fine, Slickie, you're literally wearing your seatbelt."
"T-true, but never do th-that e-ever again."
A scoff came from the plane, the voices seemingly coming closer. "Well, how else was I supposed to park the plane? Do you see a runway anywhere?"
"N-no-"
"Exactly."
Chris' eyes widened. He recognized these voices.
Suddenly, two figures hopped out of the emergency exit of the plane, the two sliding down the destroyed wing. The two figures approached Chris side by side, the one on the right smirking.
"Hey, Chris. How's your day going?"
A/N UM DREAMCATCHERS NEW COMEBACK ODD EYE CAME OUT TODAY AND ITS SO GOOD LIKE BRUH IF YOU SEE THIS YOU ARE LEGALLY OBLIGATED TO LISTEN TO IT LIKE ITS AMAZING OH MY GOD
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