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[A/N]: The first portion of this chapter will be filler, taking place 3 days before the crash. Enjoy!
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Well–That couldn't have gotten worse than you thought back then. This... this was your last mission, one finally trip for all of you. You knew you saw the signs and yet...
"What do you mean they're laying us off?!"
The words you stated earlier to Curly, how obviously upset and how everyone else was either pissed or some sort of different emotion–so much to try to have a wonderful party, right?
"Urgh..." You sigh–sitting in your quarters, sitting on the edge of your bed while staring at the door. If there was one thing you've could've compliant about more–was asking the company to add locks onto these blasted things.
You would get up–you should apologize to curly. This wasn't his fault after all, despite your initial reaction showing otherwise. You both were friends, so at least you should own up to it as well.
Exiting your room, the halls were empty like usual–considering there was 6 of you. So it wasn't like the ship was exactly packing the most lively people, making your way closer towards the cockpit.
"...Curly? You here?" You slide open the door–attempting to find him. Since this was the place he would regularly be, if not he should be within his own respective living quarters.
Instead.
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You find him.
"...Needing something, Y/N?" Jimmy crossed his arms, looking at you with that damn look. Which only made you scoff in response–beginning to turn around to go find Curly later. Not with this guy.
"Nothing, jimmy." You say plainly–Making your way towards the door, before being stopped by jimmy in front of you. Blocking the way out of the cockpit.
"Why?" He asks vaguely.
"What?
"You never trust me."
"...Jim, Move." You say, crossing your arms. Clearly not wanting to argue over this, not now.
"And you always don't trust me, why?"
"I said move."
Your patience was wearing thin.
"You always never know when to stop, do you?"
"You never listen to me–"
Jimmy was then shoved back–fists clenching against his jumpsuit. A scowl over Y/N's face as they held Jimmy against the door, clearly not intending to let go of him.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Knocking sense into you."
WACK!
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Year; XXXX - 2 Days Before the Crash.
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In the Main room near the kitchen–the lights were off except for the screen, which played a simulation of the night sky with the moon shining. While nothing compared to the real deal, it was something rather peaceful staring at it.
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"Welcome To Hell" | Mouthwashing Oc Insert
Horor"I got to get this off my chest, one last time I suppose." An Oc insert mouthwashing story, where Y/N, a mechanic on the pony express. Watching the months pass and everything fall apart.
