Chapter One: It gets worse

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DJ was rushing back to his shared flat after all his classes were finished, this was the one of the rare days in the year where everyone in the flat was able to go out for a night out. It was the first time since he had turned 18, which was nice because he could go with the other 5 to the bar for drinks.

As DJ stumbled fumbled with the keys to unlock the door, it was swung open, towards DJ, instantly knocking him to the ground.

"Oops! Sorry!" Nyx squawked. "Is the door okay?" Crow asked from across the flat.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking." DJ groaned as he got back to his feet. There was now a huge bruise on his right arm, where the door had originally hit him. "We've been waiting for you for ages. Did your bus run late again?" Crow queried; this wasn't the first time DJ had his train delayed. The last time it happened was last week when Crow had lost their keys and needed DJ to unlock the flat for them. "Oh erm, yeah totally." DJ replied, trying to not seem like he was lying. "Mhm, sure." Crow stared with a slight jugful stare as DJ slipped into his room to shower and get ready for the night out.

While getting ready for his shower, DJ felt as if he was being watched. A strange coldness drew over him, almost like a form of a bad omen. He shrugged it off and got into the shower.

About twenty-five minutes later, DJ was dressed and ready to go when he heard Nyx call out to him, "Oh yeah by the way, Willow, Phoenix and Sol had left before you were back. The bartender heard about you being called DJ and wants you to play some music for the night."

Great. If there was one thing DJ hated most, it was big social situations like this. He'd have no choice now, so it was just best to accept it and get it over with.

"Seriously? The first night I can go out with you guys, and I have DJ duty, for fucks sake." DJ mumbled while he walked back to pick up his laptop and music equipment. It wasn't much, mainly because DJ wasn't an actual DJ, just a laptop, a Spotify subscription, some speakers and a microphone to announce upcoming songs. He kept all his dads' old stuff for music because of his name, DJ, he expected to happen at least once or twice in his life.

DJ stumbled out of the room, struggling to carry everything in one trip to the door. He had his microphone cable clamped in between his teeth so he couldn't ask for help, he just made an awkward grunting noise while waving his hands subtly until Nyx and Crow got the point and picked up the laptop bag and two of the four speakers.

"I think that's everything, God I hate the taste of cables." DJ grumbled while looking for his keys.

"Then don't eat cables?" Crow chuckles while almost dropping everything they were holding.

"I- What? I don't eat cable. Whatever, lets just get to the bar so I can set this stuff up."

"Heh, good luck! I heard the place is like some old tavern. Almost straight out of Dungeons And Dragons or some shit." Nyx chimes in. "Fuck, let's just hope Nyx is lying." DJ thought to himself.

Thirty minutes later, Nyx, Crow and DJ finally got to the bar. The outside looked ancient; it seemed like it hadn't been touched since the Vikings were around. DJ sighed, maybe his bad feeling wasn't for nothing.

"C'mon, it can't be that old! This part of town was only recently renovated, there's definitely electricity of some sort in there. And we'll get to play all our music whenever we want!" Crow remarked, trying to make sure DJ didn't stress too much about the situation.

"Yeah, you're probably right," DJ muttered, still annoyed about having to be in charge of the music for the whole night.

"Hey, look!" Nyx chirped while pointing at a neon sign, clearly attached to the building they were all about to enter. It pictured a Viking, swinging a stein from side to side, with text reading "THEIF'S TAVERN" below the Viking.

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