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You pulled up outside an old, burned down building, with the roof collapsed in on itself. To your surprise, Freddy was out the front, standing by the door with his foot tapping up and down, arms folded. You'd forgotten about Freddy. In fact you just assumed he was dead. His face lit up when he saw you crawl out of the car. Everyone was human, to avoid suspicion, probably. Michael had been quiet. Freddy strolled up to you and threw his arms around you, squeezing you.

"Good to see you alive again."

"Again? Wait, who are you?" Michael looked over at you, but you didn't answer because Freddy just started talking over you.

"Come in."

You walked inside, somehow finding a desk in an office that seemed in tact. Foxy sat on it. "Let's get down to business. Michael, why do you think we yoinked you from your house?"

"The sand reason you yoinked my intestines from my body?" He raised an eyebrow, sitting down on an office chair before Baby could and rolling back towards the wall. "To be dicks or achieve immortality or some shit?"

They did WHAT?!

You didn't know?

"No!" You yelled back, before slapping a hand over your mouth and averting your eyes from everyone else and they stared at you. He could read your thoughts. You think you'd be smart enough to use that to your advantage. "Don't kind me, I hear voices."

Foxy coughed awkwardly. "It's about your dad, actually," he said, lifting his legs up on the desk to cross them. Michael lifted up a paper cup with a paper straw (a curse amoungst men, surely) and took a sip, staring at Foxy with some anger you couldn't really read. "We're trying to protect him."

Michael choked on his drink, crushing it up in his hands in the process. He spluttered over his words for a minute.

Boy- "don't choke." You said, a little bit dead pan. Michael shot you a look. You went quiet under the glare of his burning anger.

Girl- "don't choke!" You yelled, a little bit of worry boiling up in you. Michael shot you a look. "What? You've gotta be safe."

"You want me to do fuckin' what?!" Michael nearly screamed. "I wouldn't be caught dead with the guilty conscience of helping that-that.. monster! Who do you think I am?!"

He doesn't like me.

Girl- Oh I couldn't tell.

Boy- fam I don't like you either.

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