Gasoline

part 2 can this shit go downhill from here??

Content warning!! This chapter contains blood, mentions of violence and cursing as always.

⭐y/n

How do i always end up in these scenarios. It's about 3pm and im walking with a guy who works for fucking super villains. Well i was walking he was getting carried in my hands. Man im so strong. I mean this could look less sus if i had changed my work outfit on but nahh it's still my day off. So im walking in the bloody minecraft pyjama pants. I swear to god i'll make this guy buy me new pants if i can't wash this blood off.

After thousands of uncomfortable looks and surprisingly no police officers i get to the police office. Umm how do i get in if this guy is in my hands... Fuck. They should make doors that open instantly when you stand in front of them like markets do. Like what if disabled person tries to come here alone and can't open the door?? The polices really should be more inclusive.

I move around this tall ass boy in my hands until i get him in a position where i can still use my other hand to open the door. As soon as i got inside the police officer behind this random desk started talking. "What the- i mean what happened to this young sir? Shouldn't he be at hospital?" I dropped him in one of those waiting chairs. "I mean i guess but Dream told me to drop him here and he is my boss" "the superhero dream?" She asks. "Yes do i need to show you my hero card?" I ask and slid a card from my phone cases. She looks at the card and then at me then back at the card then back at me. "Ohhhh you are h/n!! I couldn't recognize you with out your hero outfit" she beams and hands me back the card. I just laugh akwardly.

"Soooo what are we supposed to do to him??" I ask after a while. "Who is he?" "The blond noisy kid who works for super villains" i answer. She hums while thinking. "Well he is just a kid so we can't really put him in jail. But i don't know if we can send him in hospital. Well his wounds are already batched. That's good." She thinks out loud. "Does he have parents?" "I don't know don't ask me" "do you know his name" "nope" then suddenly a idea pops in my mind. "We could check if he has a phone with him" "okay" she answers and i start going through his pockets. And what do i find from his pants right pocket? An iphone 69. Damn this guy is rich. I wonder if it has a face sensor lock. I open the phone and put it in front of his face. Ayooo it worked im so smart😎. "Got his phone open should i see if he has anyone i could call to pick him up??" I ask. "I don't know or should we just wait until he wakes up. I don't think polices are allowed to be on others phones if it isn't for crime investigation" she says starting to get anxious. "Well im not a police im a hero and i want this teenagers parents or friends or anyone to know what condition he is in" i tell and start to go through his phone app. I find some one nick named 'dadza💚💚' and decide that their name is close enough to dad and he has called them more than enough.

The phone barely even beebs when this dadza already answered. "Hello Tommy?? Are you okay??" He yells immediately. "Sorry im not Tommy this is um h/n. Your son or friend or ugh Tommy is at the police station of Kinoko" i explain to him. "Oh i see. Is he okay?? What happened??" He asks. "He is alright i guess? He is still alive at least not awake though. I don't know anything else than that Dream yes the superhero  throw him through my fucking wall. Shit i shouldn't curse in police station. And he or Dream or both of them broke my TOASTER. Um anyways you can come pick him up from here if you are his dad or friend which i think you are because you were so worried.... God why am i rambling so much im just going to shut up now" i heard him humming in the other side. Probably processing everything i just said. "Im on my way there" he says and ends the call. What's up with peoples nowadays just ending the calls with out saying good bye or see you later 🥲??

After about 15 minutes Dadza showed up to the police station. He kinda looked like blondie i mean he has blond hair and blue eyes as well. Maybe he actually is his dad. I was too busy playing angry birds on my phone to listen what he talked about with the police officer. When he finally left with blondie i mean Tommy i decided to leave as well. The walk home was peaceful and surprisingly i didn't get weird looks even though my pants are covered in blood.

Ah home sweet home. Well idk about the sweet but it is my home for sure. I look at my apartment building about to collapse-. It's a good thing my lovely big brother Foolish promised to fix it🙂. Sometimes i hate myself for moving here because my apartment is on the top floor. Fucking hell i have to climb up all those stairs again. I take a deep breath and prepare for hell.

After the hell i was finally in front of my door. I was catching my breath. ...where are my keys- 😰 okay y/n this is fine it's totally normal to lose your keys everyone has done that once in their life right.... RIGHT???? Oh god what do i do now?? Shit shit shit shit. In my panicky head i decide it's a good idea to just break the door. I mean what could go wrong anyways 😃. I activate my power and my hands immediately start turning black. Black liquid begins to cover my door until it's fully covered. And then my door kinda like burns and melts down?? Yea idk. I stop using my power and my hands turn back normal. Ah finally home sweet home.

"Why didn't you tell me i have to fix your door as well??" I hear Foolish ask as he enters my home. I look at foosh and he looks at me standing in the living room kitchen area. "What happened to your wall and door??" He keeps questioning while walking around my apartment. "Uhhhh Dream was mad at me??" I akwardly answer. He looks at me weirdly. "Why are your pants and couch bloody??" "Um periods??😃"