MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♡^Run, run | F.G. | (5/5) | Ending 1

(A/n)

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I have already convinced myself that the boredom isn't going away and I am even afraid it will continue after my eventual death. A sigh escapes my lips as I look out the window and at the city below me – even with all that people down there and occasional visits of BLI workers to either give me food or check on me, the cell is lonely. It, unbelievably, makes me miss the killjoys.

The night has already fallen over the city, giving it at least a nicer vibe than the one it tends to carry during the day. Observing the world out there has become weird after some point. Like if I was already dead to them.

A groan escapes my lips as I walk away from the window in an attempt of not triggering anything unwanted and throw myself across the bed. All this wait for the execution has been boring and, in my opinion, unnecessary. The angst already turned into just another unsettling feeling in my chest, losing its relevance to me.

"Emergency Code 011. Help needed in the ground floor. Repeating: Emergency Code 011. Immediate help needed in the ground floor. Headquarter under attack." A sudden voice fills the whole building, apparently, strong and loud over the patterned repetitive sound of the siren. It makes me widen my eyes as looking at the door, being able to hear rushed footsteps and incoherent talking while fast shadows can be seen from under the door.

Immediately pushing myself to my feet, I walk to the window and look down in an attempt of figuring out what is happening, but the commotion seems to be centered in the front of the building instead.

Hold on – Code 011? Why would the killjoys invade the headquarters?

They're crazy.

Not mattering what happens, it probably isn't anything BLI can't take care of and it'll be solved soon, certainly. I decide to sit back down on my bed after reaching that conclusion because, after all, this whole thing isn't even important to me in any level. However, like if the universe was determined to show how wrong I am, the door of the cell is thrown open in the same moment and there stands the last person I thought I would see here.

"(Y/n)," Ghoul cries out in relief. He breathes heavily and doesn't waste too much time there, quickly glancing back and adjusting his hold on his gun. "We need to go, c'mon!"

I avoid thinking a lot and quickly put myself to my feet. There's a ghosted Drac by the outside of the room, most likely the one who had been guarding my cell, so I obviously grab their gun before continuing to follow Ghoul down the hall in rushed steps.

"Why are you here?" I question once the elevator's doors throw shut in front of us.

"To save you!" He looks at me in disbelief. "We couldn't let you rot here. Or die. And, yes, by that, I'm admitting we were wrong about you and enjoy listening it from my mouth because the others won't admit it." A breathy chuckle comes from him, sounding partially nervous, but I can't help and smile a bit, nonetheless.

"Thank you, I guess," I say rather awkwardly, not really knowing how to deal with the situation. For real, I don't even know if I am happy with it. The chances they'll survive are pretty low.

The silence is interrupted as soon as the elevator's doors open and we step out of it.

What a mess.

Party fights side by side with Kobra, both frantically shooting all the Dracs and 'Crows they are able to while Jet stands by doing the same, probably having been waiting for Ghoul and I because of the look shared between he and Ghoul.