3rd Person POV
Ateez
After leaving KQ, the eight plotted their plan. "We attack as soon as we find others who can handle us..." Hongjoong smirked, chuckling as he played with a spark in his hand. "Electricity...interesting." The leader smiled, Wooyoung walking towards him. "Wonder what mine is!?" He flicked his wrist as a flame spiraled up his arm. "Ah! It burns! It burns...get it off get it off!!" The maknae line member ran around frantically.
"Oooh...seems we all have elemental abilities." Seonghwa smiled, curious as to what he could create. He waved his hands awkwardly, a small vine forming from the ground. "This is dumb...I must not have one." He didn't think to look down, the vine wrapping around his ankle. "Ah!!" He started to freak out as well, flailing in an attempt to get the vine off. "Earth..." Yunho took note of his ability, not sure what would happen to him if he had an actual dangerous ability.
"What are yours?" Hongjoong pointed to Jongho and Yunho, the two looking at each other confusedly. "Uh...we don't know." Yunho touched Jonghos shoulder, trying to pull it off. "Oh shit..." He couldn't pull his hand off the youngers shoulder. "Static, is that an ability? Cause when I move my hand I hear a chkchkclkxhk sound..." Yunho sighed. Jongho concentrated, letting a film of liquid appear on his skin. Yunho fell backwards from pulling at his hand.
"Ah!! This flame wont go away!!" Wooyoung ran by the two, still screaming. "Can you help him out?" The eldest asked the maknae, Jongho nodding as he manipulated the water vapor to calm the flame. "Thank you! Ah...why am I fire?" The rest shrugged, Yeosang eventually getting curious. "And...a cool ability!" He waved his body, a small spark flashing in front of him. "oh c'mon!"
Got Stray Kids
Felix heard screaming, looking out the window of the motel room. "There's fire over there...and it's, moving?" Jackson joined him, tilting his head in confusion. "Aaannnd now its gone. That was, odd..." The English team got up and went to scope it out, leaving their hyungs and dongsaengs to sleep. "What do you think it is?" Bambam asked Chan, not sure what they'd encounter. "A caveman...with a stick. Or just the d9 drugs kicking in."
"Yeah...probably the second one." The group heard screaming suddenly, the flame reappearing. "Its back..." Jackson and Felix said at the same time, they're voices sounding similar with the difference in accents. They rounded a tree, seeing an open field. "Helpppp! The flame wont go the fuck away!!" The two deep voices members shared a look, as well as Bambam and Chan. "We were both wrong."
Wooyoung looked at them with wide eyes and a burning arm. "Hi..." The rest of Ateez came to join him, the poor fire breed awkwardly shaking his arm to hopefully put the flame out with the air. "Who are you guys?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow. "Uhm...we're Ateez..." Hongjoong answered, smiling awkwardly as be slapped Jongho to tell him to put Wooyoung out.
Jongho put his hyung out as he smiled innocently. "So...you're Got7 and Stray Kids?" Hongjoong sighed, feeling very small at that moment in time. "And you guys have abilities?" Jackson asked, looking at them with a smile. "Yeah...we dont have the cool ones though. Just natural ones." San sighed, his ability being air. "Were legally insane...apparently." Seungmin piped up, causing everyone to laugh.
"I mean we escaped from Juvenile Youths Penitentiary in District 9" Felix chuckled, his laugh coming off more menacing than it should have. "Ah...well, you seem to need help so. Can we join with you? Cause we dont have a place to go to." Seonghwa looked at the Frankensteined team, chuckling. "sure! Jaebaum shouldn't mind and we need all the help we can get." Jackson laughed, leading them back to the motel.
After a few minutes they entered the room, everyone scattered around the floor and beds. "We got more humans!!" Yungjae looked up from his sleeping position, "I see that...can I sleep now? Its 4 am." "Nope. We got a plan to do! Pull those phones out and tweet. We gotta make sure people know were safe." And with that, the 25 idols tweeted.
[Felix: hey stays! Haha that rhymed! Were safe...totally safe. No one got hurt. Yet...]
[Jackson: agahse! We be safe and sound. Free from JYP! Let's get it!]
[Hongjoong: Atiny, I know you have missed us greatly but we are okay. We've been sleeping and eating well, have you been eating well?⚡]
They all tweeted quickly, beeps and buzzes sounded from their phones. "We did it! We successfully manipulated the youth!!" Got7 and SKz were happy, Ateez seemed confused as to what was happening. "Wait...what?" Hongjoong asked, looking at the leaders for answers. "We decided to get our international fans in on this. We kinda wanna raise hell." Chan smiled, Jaebaum chuckling.
The newly debuted group didnt know what to think, looking at their fellow idols in shock and panic. "Uhm...what part do we have in all this?" Mingi asked, genuinely nervous for the answer. "You just debuted, your fanbase is growing. You'll be of good use cause we need fresh faces." Hyunjin smiled, looking back at his phone to type out a tweet.
Wooyoung started to freak out, his arm catching on fire again. "Ah! Wait...itbdoesnt burn this time." He was concerned, playing with the flame curiously. "Oooh, fire! That could be fun to use during...play time." Changbin chimed in, laughing softly. "We all have abilities...only natural ones though, not cool ones like the X-men of Avengers." Yunho sighed, pulling his lips into a line. "its okay, makes our plan funner!" Yugyeom smiled, watching the new comers with a sparkle in his eye.
"So...abilities. What are they?" Mark questioned, tilting his head. "Electricity, Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Helium-dont ask-temperature, and atmosphere." Hongjoong answered, "who has what? You'll have to find out on your own."
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