It's not just a game... Maybe that's news. (A Ride the Cyclone Fanfiction)

A new life

Cause no one will win here.

No one will win here

           And no one will lose.

A breath, that's the first thing the ginger had let out when she woke up in her bed. It was off-putting, and odd. She was breathing? Ocean ran a hand through her tangled hair from sleeping with it down, she never did that. Ocean reached for her phone, which was plugged in neatly on her bedside table. It was blowing up with notifications from the "St. Cassian's Choir (AKA Cyclone Riders)" Which wasn't the name the last time she checked.

M.Chebout

Wake up, jfc. Ocean we need you

SugarCloud

She's asleep- Don't wake her up :(

Rosenberg.1

I'm here! What did you guys need?

Play it off Ocean, why would you be panicking right now? It's not like the Roller Coaster Malfunction, and the whole limbo with Karnak happened to all six of you, right? Her existential crisis-inducing thoughts were cut off by a text notification.

M.Chebout

She did not just leave after that.

Rosenberg.1

...

M.Chebout

Great, now. Quick question.

What happened after you rode the cyclone?

Rosenberg.1

I don't know.

Everything went black, it was like

I died, but I'm still alive now?

There was a fortune teller, and he died?

M.Chebout

Thank sweet Jesus she remembers.

PennyLamb

hiocea an

Howdididothat

Rosenberg.1

There is a bar at the bottom,

you press it to make spaces.

PennyLamb

H ello Oce an

H elp

Ocean stifled a giggle, her face growing warm at the fact that she was alive. That also means, all of them are alive. Ocean pinched herself, making sure it hurt. She winced, definitely still alive.

BadEg

Привіт

Sorry. Hi.

M.Chebout

Everyone meet at my house in thirty,

if you can come earlier that's fine too.

Rosenberg.1

Be there soon!

Ocean grabbed a fluffy robe from her drawer and a navy blue towel, heading to the bathroom to shower. She locked the food and carefully slipped out of her clothes, taking her time to really unwind from the antics of apparently last night. She made sure she had her own bathroom basket, her parents only bought 25-in-1 and she wasn't using that anywhere on her body. She turned the water on, feeling it to make sure it was comfortable and warm. She got into the shower, taking extra care to make sure she got all of the knots out of her hair.

After a quick fifteen-minute shower, she dried herself off and put on her robe. She wrapped her hair up in a towel and cleaned up the bathroom to how it was before she got in. Brown and dull. She headed out of the bathroom, going back to her room to get dressed. She really didn't put anything fancy on, a comfortable gray sweater and a white skirt with some socks and her school shoes. She grabbed her bag and car keys and headed to the Grubers'.

She knocked on the door of their house, waiting for the brunette to open the door. She was definitely not met with Noel Gruber, but with Mischa Bachinski. Who apparently got here before she did. "Come in!" He said, opening the door more so the ginger could walk in. She just nodded, acknowledging the Ukrainian.

It took about twenty minutes for the rest of the choir to show up in Noel's basement. Chairs and couches were set up 'group therapy' style around a folding table. "Alright, So." Noel started off, "Everyone here remembers the events of the Cyclone differently than the media-"It crashed." Ocean said, cutting him off. "It didn't." Penny said, her chilling voice softer, but the same as Ocean had remembered.

"Someone apparently saw the front axle was faulty before we got on- it closed." Constance continued, and when she stopped, the room went silent. "We're no longer 'Our Six Saints,' we're just the cyclone kids." Noel said, looking down at the article he had printed out on the table. "So we just pretend that nothing that happened with Karnak ever existed?" Ocean said, at least she wasn't alone in feeling crazy right now.

 "Maybe it didn't... Maybe it was just a dream."