Darkness Retribution

Flying Out

The night had settled in, the world outside silent and dark, save for the occasional distant hum of the wind. Inside, the room was warm, the glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows on the walls. You and Felix were curled up in bed, his arm draped around you as you both lay in a comfortable silence, the weight of the day's events hanging in the air.

Felix's fingers gently traced patterns on your skin as you rested your head against his chest. The soft rise and fall of his breath was comforting, but you couldn't quite shake the tension building in your chest. Demon JYP's warning still echoed in your mind, that chilling promise of what would happen if Felix didn't pay up.

"He's not going to scare us," Felix murmured, breaking the silence. His voice was low, but there was an undeniable determination in it.

You lifted your head to look up at him, meeting his eyes. There was a fierceness in his gaze that made you feel, even for a moment, that maybe—just maybe—he could take on anything, even someone like Demon JYP.

"I know," you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips. "But I can't stop thinking about what he said... about the team. About us."

Felix's lips quirked into a soft, reassuring smile. "We've been through worse, right? And I have my team. Darkness Retribution's got my back. We'll face him together."

You nestled back into his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming your thoughts. "I don't doubt that for a second."

With one last lingering kiss on your forehead, Felix adjusted the covers around the two of you, his arms tightening protectively around you. "Tomorrow, we get on a plane to Korea. We're going straight to his turf, and we're going to show him we don't back down."

The weight of what was to come hung in the air, but for now, in the quiet of the night, you were content—wrapped in the warmth of Felix's embrace, letting the world wait until tomorrow.

The next day, the team gathered in the living room, packing their bags with a mixture of excitement and determination. Darkness Retribution wasn't a team to be messed with, and they were all ready to bring the fight to Demon JYP. Felix, you, and the rest of the crew stuffed suitcases with clothes, snacks, and, of course, plenty of weapons for good measure—just in case.

Mafia Mickey Mouse was the first to break the tension, as usual. "Alright, I'm packed! Got my cheese knives and enough snacks to survive a year of JYP's endless so-called 'entertainment.'"

Freddy grinned, slapping his suitcase shut. "Psh, who needs snacks when you have me? I'll just talk Demon JYP into giving up. No one can resist the Freddy charm."

"Please, Freddy," Emo Jesus muttered, tightening the strap on his own bag. "You're more likely to get him to cry than actually win a fight."

Toe Pedeos, who had been way too calm for this kind of mission, flashed a sly smile. "I'm just here for the ride and the chaos. Besides, I've got a lot of ideas for what to do when we reach his headquarters. We'll give him a real reason to cry."

Neuvillette, already looking slightly bored despite the pending conflict, raised an eyebrow. "I still think this is a waste of time. But if you're all going, I'll come along. I'm not one to let a little thing like a battle with an egomaniac get in the way of a good story."

Felix looked over to you, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Ready?"

You nodded, trying to mask the nervous energy bubbling up inside. "Let's go."

The team piled into the vehicles, their bags packed and their minds focused on the mission ahead. The airport loomed ahead, and as soon as the team made it through security, they were ushered onto a long flight to Korea, where JYP's infamous building awaited.

Once onboard, the chaos of the group was impossible to ignore. Freddy immediately made himself the center of attention, regaling the team with wild stories of his "heroic" adventures. Emo Jesus, despite his usual brooding nature, couldn't help but comment with sarcastic flair. "And then Freddy saved the day, right? Right?"

"Hey, someone's gotta keep things interesting," Freddy replied, giving a wink.

Mafia Mickey Mouse leaned back in his seat, pulling out a sandwich that seemed way too fancy for airplane food. "I think we should start planning some pranks for JYP when we get there. Get in his head before we even fight him."

Toe Pedeos, his feet propped up on the seat in front of him, lazily flipped through his phone. "Yeah, I'm thinking we could make him think his entire building is haunted. Just a little mind game before the big showdown."

As the noise and chatter of the team filled the cabin, Felix snuggled up to you, his arm around your shoulders as he leaned in close. "I know you're nervous, but we've got this. We'll get through this together."

You leaned your head against his, feeling the comforting presence of the team around you. "I know. I just can't help but wonder what JYP is really planning. But I'm glad I have you by my side."

Felix smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Always."

As the plane soared through the sky, the team settled into their respective seats, the camaraderie and mockery of Demon JYP continuing to fill the space. They weren't just a team—they were a family. And no matter what awaited them in Korea, Darkness Retribution would face it together.