the vault

perfecting the art of chair throwing

Reputation's POV

Pfft. Me? Miss them? Why would I. They're all loud and annoying anyway. Couldn't even hear myself fucking think.

But... now I can.

I wanted this.

But why does it feel so empty?

Why does it FEEL SO FUCKING EMPTY??

I'M SAD, I'M ANGRY, I'M CONFUSED... WHAT IS GOING ON?!

Am I... Am I crying?

Oh no. Oh nononono.

I'm not supposed to cry.

Why am I crying.

1989's POV

... Is she crying?

Why would she of all people be crying?

'Rep are you sure you're okay?'

She just... looked at me, tears in her eyes. 

'Oh, why would you care...'

... I'm literally asking how you are, of course I care!!! What kind of question is that?!

But better not to knock someone whilst they're down...

She just gave me a sad look and plopped me on the ground. She's... actually going to talk to me. Huh.

'I-I miss them, okay!!' Did she just-

'I miss Debut's stupid terrible guitar playing and Fearless' stupid chair throwing and Speak Now's stupid obsession with crashing weddings and Red's stupid delusions!!!' Take it to Rep to make a heartfelt confession scathingly insulting.

But she needed cheering up. Seeing Rep this vulnerable was kinda... weird. Like seeing something you weren't supposed to.

So, I did something I think I might regret.

I hugged her.

'What are you doing that for?'

'Because you're sad, and need cheering up.'

She looked... surprised for some reason?

'Thank you.'

She's... she's smiling. And not one of those mischievous smiles like before she put a bunch of golf balls in the toilet and forced you to eat them, or when she told you Santa didn't exist (Worst day of Debut's life. Poor girl.). It was a genuine... sweet smile.

'If you tell anyone about this you're dead.'

'Now come on loser.' Nothing changes...

Meanwhile...

Speak Now's POV

'Why the hell are you still carrying that chair?!'

I mean, the obsession she had with chairs (and throwing them) was kinda weird. What was she trying to do? Perfect the art of chair-throwing or something?

But Fearless herself was kinda weird. Imagine being called Fearless and being afraid of a tiny toy spider. Plus she was really stupid. I mean reallyyyy stupid. She once thought 7 x 7 was 14 (I guess that explains why she dated Joe then...). But it was better being stuck with her than with Rep or something.

'Um... Monsters?!'

What.

'I'm pretty sure monsters don't exist.'

'Um... yeah they do! Red always used to show me this show with this guy with a blue box and he used to fight them all the time!!!'

She cannot be for real.

'I'm pretty sure that's fiction.'

'No it's not! Rep told... me... so. God damn it!'

GOD that chair makes a loud noise.

'Sorry... but what if something pops out unexpec-'

That sounded like a voice...

'Who's there?!'

Always with that goddamn chair...

'How about we head towards the voice?' I spat out tiredly.

'Oh! Good idea!'

As we ran down the corridor, we started to hear some very familiar guitar playing.

Red maybe?

'We...' some voice muttered.

It IS Red!!!

'Come on!!!'

Pfft. 'Drag me headfirst, Fearless.' has a different meaning now I guess.

'We... never... back... together...'

'Oh my word, that's Red!!!'

'Yeah I know genius!!!'

'RED!! It's us!!' We practically shouted.

'Hmm?' she opened the door.

'Oh my god guys!!! I missed you so much!!!' She said whilst tightly hugging us.

'Can't... breathe...'

Me too girl.

'You found me, you found me!!!'

How could we not've? She plays that guitar really loud.

'Have... have you guys found the others yet?'

What does it look like.

'Oh my word!! Let's go find them!!' Fearless drawled ecstatically.

Well she's optimistic at least.

At least we have Red now too; I really hope she doesn't take about her ex again.

'You know I wish he was here...'

Sigh. Spoke too soon.