Criminals In Waiting-A EEE AU

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Spinnet's POV

"How did they even find us?!" I yelled in a panic, running as fast as my legs could carry me. "I don't know, but we gotta get out of here, fast!" Diary said, clinging to the battered book. We all arrived to the dance floor, where the place was crowded as heck. I could barely see the features of the detectives over all the hubbub. "We need to split up!" Gumball Machine said to us. "It's the only way we can get out of here not in handcuffs!" "Good idea, GM!" Feather said. "Way to go on being the second person to give instructions that's not the leader!" "Shut it! Let's go!" Poison said.

We scattered off in different directions.

I went straight ahead into the crowd, shoving past objects, ignoring their protests and angered mutters. Even though we've been on the run from them for seven years, the Detectives aren't giving up, which is something. Music blasted through the building, which I heard was Jennifer Topaz's song, "On the Floor". But I have no time for romantic club songs. All that matters is to get out of here. I looked around for any signs of a Detective. I bumped into an object behind me, not watching where I was going from my cluttered thoughts. "Oh! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I asked in a panicked voice, not aware of who the object was.

"Well. Wooden Top. Nice to see you again."

Latte, one of the detectives, was twirling a pair of handcuffs around in their hands. "Latte! What a nice surprise!" I said in a joyful sarcastic tone. "I thought you would be too busy writing your little stories to join your comrades." "My comrades, as you call them, are fighting yours at the moment." Latte said. I looked around at the club for the Girls. They were, of course, battling against their Detective opponents in various areas. "There were an odd number of us against your crew, so I brought in a little...reinforcement."

I only had a few seconds to comprehend what he said until a sudden force jumped onto my back.

"You're outnumbered now, thief!" a voice said, which I recognised as Smartie. He had no time to speak further, as I punched him off of my back, throwing him onto the multi-coloured floor face-first.

I grabbed a bottle containing who-knows-what in my right hand. "Very sorry about this, by the way." I said from the corner of my mouth to the bartender, who was watching me curiously. "You might want to restock as soon as it's over." Latte loaded their dart gun, while Smartie drew out their baton with his non-existent arms. Not gonna lie, they both looked kinda–god, what am I thinking? Whatever.

The fight began, two against one (that sounded better in my head).

I dueled Smartie with his baton against my chair leg that I (somehow) found on the non-tiled area of the club, while dodging the several darts flying through the air. The music still played through my head, and the building. "Might want to watch your step there, you could trip!" Smartie said, trying to knock me off of my feet with the baton. "Not if I don't watch my head!" I replied. I swung my glass bottle over my head, then shattered it on Smartie's. He fell to the ground, knocked out. "You know, you should've probably chosen someone else as your "reinforcement". Someone who actually has arms?" I asked Latte, who looked appalled. "Don't you dare speak of him like that!" they yelled angrily, pointing his dart gun straight at me. "Okay, chill out, no need for that, right?" I said, raising up my hands. "We can talk this out." "Shut it. You're coming with me." Latte said. "Last time I checked, I never obliged your demands, officer." I teased, giving him a wink and slowly taking his hand (gotta bring out the charm, right?).

Latte suddenly grabbed me by the wrist, pointing his dart gun at my face. Our faces were inches apart as I stared into his eyes and felt heat rise up to my face.

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DAMN IT, WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?! I have to get out of here–get to the car–!

Suddenly, Latte jerked and fell from a dart that was shot into his back. "What the hell are you thinking?!" Poison yelled, her own dart gun in her hand. "We gotta get out of here!" "Right, yeah!" I said, shaking off my thoughts and going after her to the doors.

A/N: just to let you guys know that I suck at writing fighting scenes, so plz tell me if it's bad or not I need feedback 😭 also hey OC x canon community 😈