THE BAD GUYS IN: raising princess

Claudine's Coming Out

Another request from AlicornNorth

It was another day in los Angeles high school, where princess was telling her friends a funny story about the bad guys trying escape with the golden dolphin but wolf end up loses pants leaving him with underpants and get arrested.

In the cafeteria

"So the cops had them surrounded but just before the chief could arrest them, Wolf grabbed his grabbing hook again he'd anchored to his pants. He shot it toward the ceiling, smirking about their clever escape plan. "So long, suckers!" Wolf said, as everyone grabbed on to him. But instead of carrying the guys up and to safety, like it did last heist, the cable snagged the back of Wolf's pants and carried his pants up and away, leaving him mostly naked down below. I mean you should've seen him, wolf smiled nervously and said Well," This just got weird. He said it awkwardly" princess laughed

The cafeteria buzzed with lunchtime chatter as Princess finished her story, her voice full of amusement.

Cafeteria Conversations

The table erupted in laughter, with Eddie nearly choking on his drink and the girls wiping tears from their eyes.

"Man, Wolf really went out bad on that one," Eddie chuckled. "He was probably wishing he could disappear."

"Oh, he tried," Princess smirked. "But he learned the hard way that grappling hooks and bad luck don't mix."

Sitting beside her, Laura Vancount, flicked one of her ears in amusement. "Honestly, I'm impressed he kept his dignity at all. If I lost my pants in front of an entire police force, I'd just move to another country."

Kira Rue, the ever-energetic red panda, giggled. "Right? Imagine the headlines: 'Master Thief Foiled by Own Pants!'"

The laughter continued, but Princess quickly noticed that Claudine was unusually quiet. She sat there, pushing the food around on her tray, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Actually it was: BAD GUYS LOSE FREEDOM & PANTS IN DOLPHIN DEBACLE but good guess though" princess says.

"Ah ok" Laura nodded

Princess nudged Claudine gently. "Hey, Claudine," she asked, tilting her head. "Something wrong?"

Claudine sighed, biting her lip as she glanced at her friends. They were all looking at her now, their laughter fading into curiosity and concern.

"I..." She hesitated for a second before straightening her shoulders. "I've been thinking about telling my family that I'm bisexual."

The table fell silent for a beat before Princess and the others immediately broke into smiles.

"Claudine, that's awesome!" Princess said, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand.

"I'm proud of you," Laura says.

Eddie added. "That's a big step."

Laura leaned in, resting her chin on her hand. "Yeah, it's huge. Have you thought about how you want to tell them?"

Claudine smiled slightly, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "I know my mom will be supportive," she admitted. "She's always been open-minded. It's my dad I'm worried about." She exhaled heavily. "He's never been supportive of my interests, like when I started dressing in punk rock. It was always a fight. Our relationship's already rocky, and I don't know if this will make it worse."

Kira's ears drooped slightly. "That's rough. But you're not alone, you know? You have us, no matter what."

"At least you're lucky to have a dad, I practically grew up without a dad" Eddie nodded. "And I bet your mom will help smooth things over with your dad. Even if he needs time, he's still your dad. He loves you."

Claudine let out a small laugh. "You guys always know what to say."

"That's because we're the best," Princess grinned. "Now, since we're sharing personal stuff... how do you want to tell your family about this?"

"I don't know I was thinking of telling my mom first"

Just like that, the heavy moment melted into laughter again. Claudine still felt nervous, but looking at her friends, she knew she wouldn't be facing it alone.

After School a Drive That Changed Everything

The rest of the school day passed in a blur of classes, notes, and the occasional joke shared in the hallways. By the final bell, Princess felt exhausted but content. She had gym last period, and after changing out of her workout clothes, she met up with her friends at the lockers.

"You sure you don't wanna come with us to the mall?" Eddie asked, leaning against his locker as he adjusted his backpack.

Princess shook her head. "Nah, I gotta get home. My dad's been on my case about being responsible, so I told him I'd be home on time today."

"Lame," Eddie teased.

Princess rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah. Have fun without me."

They all said their goodbyes before parting ways, and Princess made her way to the parking lot where her car was waiting.

The air outside was warm, the golden hues of the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Princess unlocked her car, tossing her bag into the passenger seat before sliding in behind the wheel. With a quick turn of the key, the engine hummed to life.

She turned on the radio, bobbing her head to the music as she pulled out of the lot and onto the familiar streets of Los Angeles.

Traffic was moderate—nothing out of the ordinary. Princess tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, humming along to the song playing. The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the city. Everything felt normal. Peaceful, even.

And then—it happened.

A blur of headlights.

A deafening honk.

The screech of tires against asphalt.

And then the impact.

Metal crunched. Glass shattered. The world spun violently as Princess's car was slammed into from the side. The force sent her vehicle skidding, the sound of destruction ringing in her ears. Her head whipped against the window, pain exploding through her skull.

She barely registered the feeling of her car flipping once, then twice before landing upside down in the middle of the road. Her vision blurred, her body throbbing in pain as the world around her faded in and out.

Distantly, she could hear voices. Someone shouting. Sirens wailing in the distance.

Her chest rose and fell erratically as her body refused to respond. Blood trickled down her forehead, mixing with the shattered glass that surrounded her.

And then darkness.