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chapter xv - let's start a riot

even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.

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The sound of the bones and hissing became increasingly louder and more assertive. They stood, and watched, bewildered, as once again, small versions of their friends plodded forwards to them.
The pure befuddlement was mirrored, visibly mutual.

"Holy shit, Wilbur. I'm sorry for not believing you." Schlatt edged, tugging at his hood and ruffling his friend's hair awkwardly.

"I wouldn't believe you either, as much as I trust you." He compressed his lips and bounced slightly.

"Sorry to alarm your bromance but I think we need to do something," Dave chuckled timorously, his voice cracking as he slinked behind a car.

Tiny Schlatt launched himself at the miniscule version of what seemed to be ConnorEatsPants, or more, his skin. He squeezed him tightly, leading him away from the spawning creatures as the group huddled together and darted to the men.

They all hunched behind the car together.
"Aight, this is all really fucking traumatising and I'm scared of you all but I'm gonna go with it. Like everything." Techno snorted and an agreement of nods spreading around the group as they all cautiously gaped at their surroundings. The tall man layed his bag on the tarmac, spreading it out agitatedly but prudently.
Before them, were sprawled out multiple weapons.

Apprehensively, Ty lunged out from within the bunch and frog-leaped, grasping an old-looking machete. The pink cloth on his white mask waved as he jumped back, a flash of his pink hoodie above the men sitting down.
"You know what, I'm not gonna ask why you have all of that..." The blonde man with cargo pants and a tricolour jacket enveloped loosely over an orange shirt murmured as he leered over Technoblade's shoulder. Dave winked, and passed him a blunt-looking steel axe carelessly.

A slight ripple of muttering passed through the guys as they traded and spread their weapons.
"Phil?" Tall Wilbur questioned, peering at the blonde man with a green-white cap. The smaller man skeptically gazed back and then chuckled slightly.
"Never thought I'd meet you in a situation like this, but it's been nice!"
They exchanged amused smirks and resumed.

Coughing quietly in order to gain their attention, Techno started off, swiping on his phone and zooming in with their position.
"So, let me explain the spots..."

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Charlie, with a piece of clothing tightly wrapped around his blonde hair, inspected the sight before them.
On the deck where the 'portal' had stood, was the leftover of the rail and benches. The air was hazy and the sky was entirely gloomy, with gruesome creatures scampering and slanting about.

Once again, flicking his head from side-to-side, assuring the air was clear, he censured over the cap of the metallic grey car, creating a distraction of the cap of the car clanking tumultuously. Signaling swiftly, he saluted at the others who were all behind their own cars, awaiting their times.

Cooper watched in his adjacent locale, readying himself to mimic the man. Charlie pounced on a duo of mossy-green-skinned bodies in ripped garbs, striking them both with a harsh swivel. His heavy breathing was audible as he grinned to himself proudly.

Squatting, the blonde pressed down his sunhat and mirrored the other blonde's move as he bounded towards a sleek, pitch-black figure. Spinning, he stabbed both his knives into the chest of the creature. Its deep, magenta orbs closing with almost, near-melancholy visible manner.

Mercilessly, the boy with the blue shirt dived himself at more enemies.

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They'd found their way inside a medical store, with Travis sorting products that would come essential. He never enjoyed the idea of fighting, as much as he disliked the mobs. In all honesty, he would have relished the concept of slaughtering the creatures that endagered his friends' lives, but the disorientation of this 'parallel' overwhelmed him. Poke, also being rapidly organized with his items, chose to become a subject of being a medic in the situation. He protected the glasses of the building with spare pieces of torn wood from the benches of the park.

Lastly, Ted discovered an upper section of the store, offering to look out for the people below. Observing the mob of the monsters all around, he shuffled in the windowframe, cautious for no skeletons to spot him.

Specifically, he surveyed the anomalous performance of Joko, who'd effectuated mid-air splits within slamming a heavy hammer on a crowd of aggressive skeletal figures and shorter green, mossy creatures who hissed with rage.
"This is for my Son, feel the wrath of big daddy Joko!" The dirty blonde declared, with his green mask looking ironically contrasted to his motive. A small bird fluttered around his head.