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Chapter 1 - STYAR

Hhhheyh.. authors note.. heh.. -STYAR
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OOOKAY SO UH. I HAVENT WROTE IN A WHILE SO THIS MAY BE RUSTY OR WHATEVER SSOS UH,,..someone save my ass I cant BUT UHH ALSO im using Juans headcannons so colleagues name is Blain and antags name is Connor WOOHOO!! okay lets start the show.......

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You've just got out of the death elevator, feeling a sense of relief from countless days of musty, humid air. Rough, it's been rough the past few months, especially with.. him. Never-ending marks on the dry yellow wall, suit collar irritating the rashes on your neck, it felt like forever had passed. A shame your watch batteries died out. Tears of joy at the brink of your eyes, threatening to roll down. Though, you should be grateful to be here. Even how cruel your dear glassed man could be, he still brought you along with him. Who knows what hellish things he could've done to you back there. Your coworker, though, has scissors clenched tightly in his embrace, he might be crying too. It's.. amusing, amusing to see him in a state like this.

the shaggy man thought.

A Revolution Once And For All

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A warm glow shimmered above the gloomy cobalt sky, it seemed dreary, yet calming with ease. It danced upon the pitch black strands of one's lashes and bounced off the golden strings on another. Scissors kissed with light and grace, shining enough to blind eyes. Though, besides the great natures in life, such as light, we should head back on to the actual story. You probably know, do you, but lets follow up what's happened so far. The infamous duo, our rugged, yet forever known daydream, and our moon of faith, y'know who I'm talking about. Recently, and thankfully, they'd escape the doomed, enclosed space which could have drove them half insane any second by now. I myself am surprised the blonde is still alive.

The stillness of the two felt awkward, yet reassuring. A quick rest, that's what I'd call it, after all the traumatic events the two had gone through, they deserve some peace for once. Though, even if it was nice, someone does have to break the silence. "Oi, bucko, over 'ere" The younger.. yet shockingly shorter made... QQUITE a cringe remark there. Alas, they do have to make quick haste out the sight of the building.

A clench on the wrist sent the rusty man in dazed haze. Why? Because he was being pulled off about 90mph, if I'm exaggerating, but that's what it felt like in his point of view. "W.. Wait NONONO-"

They took a heel for it, go like a bat out of hell, head for the hills, hightail it, you could name it all. One's obsidian gleaming eyes had only one goal in mind, hitch a ride. His small yet flexible body leaped from one car to another, plunging his scissors into one keyhole after another. Though, even if it's mostly the scissored one bringing off the drudgery, the larger had undergo a blemish on his wrist and cheek, mayhaps due to the.. I'm sorry I've got to use the default name.. the raven haired man dragging him along, handling with no care.

"..get up.." squinted eyes with rage of fury, the associate muttered, glaring down at the pathetic mess beneath him as he tapped his foot.      ...sigh. Before Blain even knew it, he was swiftly off the ground, carried by no other than him, the cruel, or said to be cruel, glassed man. This was... confusing, why was he acting more empathetic? God only knows, Connor himself too, perhaps he felt a twinge of sorrow in that ice cold heart of his. The pale man watched in awe, as the scissors dug through one car after another.

cha-chink.
that's the reassuring sound they both needed to hear.
After a good 30 minutes, they've found it, a car they can use. With no hesitation, Connor opened the passenger seat and (quite literally) threw Blain in, slamming the door shut before scurrying off to the other side. This guy was FUELED with excitement, sprinting right into the drivers seat while turning on the car. With a twist and a pop, the car engines roared alive. Not wasting another second, Connor gripped onto the wheel and BBRVVRROOOM- sped right out. Sadly, Blain had been clumsily trying to fasten his seatbelt, miserably failing. There's no hope Connor would help him, he's too busy driving. Even if he did help, the car would've crashed by now.

Connor played with the radio settings, turning on 505. He was mouthing the lyrics, you could hear slight whispers of him singing. "..Where are we going..?" The car had been going 75mph, they were on a highway. "..." Lips shut and sealed for the glassed man, he isn't spilling anything. Sharp, direct eyes heading towards the road, Connor might've just been ignoring him. The stubbled one sighed, slouching back on his seat and staring out the window. The best he could see were city buildings and blinding lamp-posts, and for your information, it was 8:21pm.

Who knows where they were, or even where they were going, he poured all his trust into Connor, hoping it led him through.

BAZINGA