[CW: Drugs, rude language, swearing, slurs, honestly just don't read this if anything offensive bothers you please]
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"On the twenty-first day of the month of September, in an early year of a decade, not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence. And this terrifying enemy surfaced- as such enemies often do- in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places."
The deep, booming voice rang out through the streets of the neighborhood officially called 'Skid Row.'
That was what it said on the sign out front of the tiny houses, the sign that foretold your entry into an area you should've never entered, the sign declaring that you were in a place far, far away from where you needed to be.
Of course, the girl speaking through the megaphone at 1:56 pm, the one whose voice was ringing through the air, simply called it her home, her glossy lips popping with every syllable she spoke.
She was accompanied by two girls her age, one taller, one shorter. They stood by her sides, walking with her through the empty streets. They often called themselves 'The Schoolgirls', despite having dropped out after fifth grade. The locals simply called them obnoxious street urchins.
And now, they sat on a stoop of a closed flower shop, three in a row, like birds waiting for a mother to come home.
The middle one spoke first, her voice commanding the authority of all who were outside..
"I had another vision last night."
Her tone was even. Steady.
The girls beside her nodded, aware that this was never a good omen.
She stared off into the distance, focusing on nothing in particular.
Her name was Crystal. She often joked that it was like the ball, due to her talents. Her friends often joked that she had none.
They didn't mean talents.
Because she could see the future, after all. And she knew there was no way to stop what would happen in approximately four minutes and fifteen seconds.
The flower shop would open. And the foretold fate would begin exactly how she'd seen it.
She was powerless to stop it. She always was. She was powerless to stop the death of her parents. She only knew how to save herself.
Some people called this trauma.
She called it having street smarts.
She stood up, sighing, to peer at a drunken man beside the stoop. Ronette and Chiffon- for those were the names of her entourage- peered right down beside her. She gingerly plucked the grubby bottle from his fingers and placed it in a garbage bin.
Then she peered into the concrete-edged window of the flower shop, peeping through the curtains at the bumbling man inside.
She pulled a magazine from the wastebasket and read it alongside Chiffon and Ronette.
Oh, and the man?
He was about to destroy the world, but he didn't know it yet.
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{AN}: this was extremely lazy. please enjoy anyways.
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Down On Skid Row| {drug AU, inspired by my own half-asleep ideas}
Fanfictionbased off of the MUSICAL specifically. this au was created as a joke but I was like eh screw it im gonna write a book
