(Y/N) POV
I've been here...what, 3 weeks? Every lead on a way back to Japan ends up dead. Need a passport to fly on a plane, airport security is tighter so I can't just sneak abort like last time, the open ocean scares the living shit out of me. It doesn't even matter what's in it. I snuck down to the warehouses at the shore to steal some food, and I fell into the shallows and could feel myself literally dissolving. I fall in, and I'm dead. Seems anything past just above the knee'll kill me.
(Y/N): "HEY! WAIT! I'VE GOT A NEW COMPLAINT! FOREVER IN DEBT TO YOUR PRICELESS ADVICE!"
I was singing a song that I heard somewhere, don't ask where. One of the people here had "restored" an electric guitar and an amp, although I struggle to say restored, but they got them to work again. I was acting as the power source, so I had to sit on the amp while I played. It was like my own small concert. Takes the stress off, even if just a bit. I'm not that great at playing, Nothing compared to a certain classmate, I'm sure. She has to have all those instruments for a reason.
I only know a few songs. Learnt the basics on how to play while I was living in my warehouse since, you know, needed a hobby not to go insane and paint gets expensive when you're constantly losing it. Stole the gear from a music based villain. It was very...Uncomfortable. Cause on one hand, she was very clearly still learning, and I wanted to be supportive, but at the same time, she was kinda trying to kill me, so priorities.
Just as I finished up the song, I hear something. Something very faint, a small buzzing, almost like a really, really small bee is flying around. A distant buzzing hum along with...tapping? Spencer seems to hear it, and realize what it is before I do, and he looks scared.
Spencer: "Everyone, inside! (Y/N), You're with me!"
He orders, everyone else scrambling to get to their shacks and huts. I give the guitar and amp back to the guy before running after Spencer, who's already jumped over the main wall. I can hear what sounds like fighting. Absorbing some electricity from the generators and climbing over the wall, i see...
What the fuck are those things?!
Whatever they are, they're attacking the outer walls. Ones punching against them, the other just turned it's arm into a fucking mortar and is shooting huge scrap bombs. The punching one is interrupted by a spike of ice shooting off its arm. It looks over at Spencer, just kinda reattaching the arm like nothing happened.
And they saw me.
Shit.
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