Disclaimer:
This season of the story contains depictions and/or mentions of the following topics that could potentially be considered sensitive to some.
If you are not okay with the following, viewer discretion is advised:
•Drug abuse
Humans are...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The gates shall open soon...
Those gates, the gates that bind us...
They will be opened at the crack of a new day...
...
The only thing illuminating the inky blackness being the inside of a car and the false-warm glow of the streetlights. Janet sits in the backseat of Victor's station wagon, the door open as she contemplates what has happened.
Victor - ... J-Janet, I- I think you were only trying to help, a-and-
Janet - I know... But that doesn't matter. I got that poor girl killed.
Victor - You didn't get her killed, no one's at fault-
Janet - It is my fault, Victor!
Victor - ...
Victor, unassure how to reassure, simply sinks back into the driver's seat.
Victor - ... You gonna be alright?
Janet - ... Yeah. I think... Hey- Thanks so much.
Victor scoffs as he slinks to one side.
Victor (sarcastically) - For what...?
Janet wraps her hands around the drivers seat, and Victor's chest, hugging him from the back seat.
Janet - ... Being here.
Victor blushes as his chest tenses up. He's hesitant on his next action.
Victor - .. uhn- You're- Welcome?
Janet lets him go, crawling into the passenger seat next to him.
Janet leans forward, quickly yet softly kissing Victor on his cheek. She holds for longer than a moment, then inches away. She lingers in front of his face, expecting him to pull her back..
Victor (flabbergasted) - ... I- Uh... I-..
Janet smiles, giggling slightly as she sits back down.
Janet - You're a loser... In a cute way.
Victor (flustered) - Aww, man- I- I'm sorry- Was I s'posed to-?
Janet - Nah... You're fine as-is... We can probably go on our date now, actually... Not like they'll want me back in there.
