#yeah good job pack it up gang we're going home

[todayisafridaynight]

kiraigo thoughts?

like. like kiryu and daigo....??

[idiotic21]

Wanted, The Bad Batch -> 01 - Deal

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"Can we trust this person?" 

Hunter's shoulder's slouched with the burdens of the day catching up to him. "Honestly, I'm not sure. Cid made a point. We need friends and money to get by. We only have Cut and I don't want to drag him and his family into our mess." 

Echo leaned on the ladder of Omega's room. Hunter just carried her to bed after she fell asleep in the cockpit. "What if she turns us in for bounty? Omega has a heavy price on her head. I won't be surprised if this person already knows about it." 

The Sargent grumbled. Echo had a valid point. "That's why I'm not going to mention Omega. I need to see who this person is and if I sense any hostility on any of us, I'm cutting off the deal."

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Ryki didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to think. One moment, she's tending to her herbs, everything quiet. She runs into her simple home to get some gardening tools, then comes out to face a group of fully grown men clad in armour. 

Now naturally, when one is graced by the appearance of four heavily armoured men, their first instincts would be to cower in fear and run for their lives. If they were fighters they'd be defending themselves. For Ryki, she already anticipated their arrival thanks to some information from Cid. The Batchers stood idly, none wanting to move in case they'd scare the tiny woman before them. Hunter though quiet was sensing the woman's heart rate, which seemed too normal for someone who would be in her position. He could only assume that Cid had informed the woman earlier. "Uhm- we got you co-"

The boys exchanged glances when Ryki held her hand up, successfully stopping Hunter mid-sentence. Her emerald eyes assed them head to toe. Her eyes were trained on the Sargent, particularly. "Cid sent you." 

"Uhh, yeah. She told you?" 

Ryki gave the Batchers, collectively, an annoyed look before pushing right through them to reach her herb garden. "She wouldn't be doing her job if she didn't." Ryki busied herself with plucking some wilted herbs from the garden bed. "She did mention company," Ryki paused for a moment to take a good look at them. Swinging one of her small shovels, she pointed at Hunter "She showed me a holo image of you. That why I wasn't too worried when you lot showed up." 

"How did she get his holo? " She heard the one with the goggles ask with a worried tone. "Cid has her ways, and I'm sure she has reasons for it. Plus, I needed a way to identify you somehow." she hummed. The clones continued to stand there rather awkwardly and when no conversation passed, Ryki simply returned to her gardening. "What if I was supposed to expect a pack of sentient kowakian monkey-lizard or a miniature hut gang, maybe some murderous Jawas, see my point?" 

The Batchers found it hard to ask the mirialan woman any further questions because of how unfriendly and distant she was. Communication was rather hard when the other party was not willing to talk. As if she read their minds, she decided to introduce herself. "Name's Ryki Taala. You can call me Ryki." she wiped one of her hands of dirt on her jumpsuit and offered it for a shake, "Now which of you is 'dark and broody'?"  

It was about sunset, Ryki and the Batchers had officially been introduced and now there were crammed up in her tiny little excuse of a house, "So care to spill your tea?". 

"Tea?" The one they called Echo asked. She looked at him like he was the densest person in the galaxy, in fact she looked at all of them like they were the most dense people to ever cross her path. "Uhm, hello? Don't you get civilian talk? Tell me your problem." 

"Ah well. You could have just said so." 

Ryki shook her head. This conversation has gone on too long and was going nowhere. "Alright, smarty pants. So what is the actual problem here?" After some exchanged glances with the rest of his team, Hunter began to explain their current predicament. "For starters, we're deserters from the Grand Army of the Republic." Getting that information, Ryki nearly spat her tea, "Your clones? I thought  you guys supposed to look the same or some kriff." 

Tech then informed her that they are an experimental unit, each given a certain ability that made them different from other clones. "Echo however is not part of the experimental unit." Then a glumness entered his voice. Even if he didn't show it, Ryki could feel a sudden remorseful wave flow out of their being. "There was another, but we separated due to ideological influences." The pang of guilt that passed his eyes was enough to convince Ryki that whatever went down between this group and their parted member was traumatizing and still taking an emotional toll on them. She wanted to say something but didn't feel like she had the right to. Hunter took his place to provide further explanation and also to move on from the depressing topic.  "Since the separation, we have been on the run from the new Empire. In short, we're wanted men and we are having some trouble laying low."

Ryki hummed thoughtfully and played with the rim of her glass. "So, Cid asked you to come to me." She completed the puzzle. "Yeah, she mentioned you know how to disappear from the radar." The mirialan eyed Hunter and the others warily. She was running and hiding successfully, but running off with a bunch of wanted men could cost her freedom. "First of all, how do I know I can trust you?" she said threateningly. "I mean, for all I know you might just turn me in for credits." Echo narrowed his eyes at her accusation "And why would we do that?". Ryki pursed her lips and leaned back into her chair, "I don't know. Looks like you could use extra credits. That and last I checked I have quite a bounty on my head." 

Wrecker gasped "You're a criminal?". The mirialan took that rather offensively, "Does a herb gardener look 'criminal'?" she snipped making Wrecker flinch at her small outburst of frustration. Hunter sighed, "Look the fact remains that we need someone to help us hide from the empire. Cid's said you have the skills. Care to clarify that?" 

"I'll only tell you that I escaped from my impending doom and have been on the run for only three fresh weeks. I've managed to evade my hunters, for now. I came from Coruscant. After I escaped, I stowed away on a ship to get off-planet. I ship-hopped a few times, made some decent money for food and clothes on Battu before stowing away again. I landed on Ord Mantell about two weeks ago. Ran some odd jobs the first few days, until I ran into Cid. She picked me from the streets out of pity and she immediately knew I was on the run."

Cid had threatened to deliver Ryki in as bounty, but Ryki's negotiation skills landed her a decent deal with the trandoshan female. "I had a specific set of skills that we're useful to Cid. My herbology for example. I'm well versed in natural medicines and healing. My materials are rare and the medicines can only be crafted by talented hand, which I happen to have. Such rare gems are hard to come by and sell for a pretty high price since they heal blaster wounds and stabs like a miracle. Very useful for bounty hunters if you ask me. I offered her my services in the medicinal field in exchange for my security here on Mantell. She has not betrayed me." 

Hunter gestured for the rest of the Batchers to huddle in, turning away from Ryki. "What do you guys think?" 

"Her knowledge in medicine could be most helpful in our situation. Medicine would be more affordable." Tech noted. "She's also light on her feet," Echo thought back of her mentioning sneaking in ships and away from Coruscant to disappear from her hunters, "We could use that for any sneaking in or out situation since we tend to find ourselves in tight spots aside from learning how to hide." Three pairs of eyes then turned to Wrecker. "Well?" Hunter urged. "Uh.. as long as she doesn't hurt Omega, I'm fine with her joining our crew" Wrecker whispered to the three.

Slowly the Batchers turned to the mirialan. "What else can you do?". A smirk formed on Ryki's lips, "Well, I can most definitely pull my own weight. I'm very independent. If you remember, I mentioned negotiation skills. I can be very...very persuasive when I need to be. That and I am an excellent judge of character." 

"By that you mean?" Echo asked curiously. "I mean that I may have a very good intuition on what a person might be planning. They don't have to show me or tell me. I just... know, you know." 

Wrecker leaned in on his chair. "Oh really, how do you do that?" 

"How, is a matter of if I wish to tell you. For now, I do not wish to tell you." 

Hunter tried to sense any form of deceit from the woman, "How do I know I can trust you?" .

"Why don't you use that heightened sense of yours, hmm? I know you can sense a person's heart rate, among other things you can sense." 

The boys turned to each other baffled, "How did you know that?". Ryki grinned widely "Matter of if I wish to tell." the boys were now a little impressed by just the small glimpse of the mirialan's strange ability. Before they could speak, Ryki confronted them with another matter, "I'm curious though, how long did you plan to hide the other member of your team?" Once again the boys were left speechless. Not once had they mentions Omega out loud. Tech was really curious now "You knew?". The mirialan wore a proud smile and just shrugged and hummed, her eyebrows quirking upwards at their shocked faces. "Yepp. You guys do reek of 'dad' too. I'm guessing a child is in your care."

"So, what's the plan. Do you still want my help? Otherwise, you might as well allow me to attend to my herbs, Mr. Dark and Broody." 

"His name is Hunter."  Wrecker defended.

"I choose the names, Muscles!" Ryki snapped back. Wrecker thought she was quite intimidating for just a 5-foot tall person. 

"We interested to hire your services. We can't pay much." Hunter cut to the chase. "Your skills would be quite useful to us. Though I must admit, your safety would be compromised with us being hunted and all." Ryki mulled over Hunter's deal. In her current situation, she was doing considerably well. Cid was protecting her but for how long. She'd only tasted freedom for less than a month, surviving off her talents. Sneaking around won't work much longer. Somehow peoples demons always caught up with them, it's only a matter of time. Ryki made her decision."No pay." 

"What?" 

"I don't require your money. I will join you though." She would not financially burden them further, especially when caring for a child.

Confusion etched all over Hunter's face "Y-Your serious?!". Ryki nodded, "I know your low on cash and seeing as you have a child to take care of, I'd rather you spend the credits to care for her." She allowed the information to sink into the four men then continued. "All I want is reassurance for my safety. I cannot risk my capture again and I cannot go back to Coruscant. In exchange for my services and help, all I ask in exchange is security and of course a place to stay." 

The boys were very surprised by Ryki's demands. It was not how a traditional arrangement would go. This woman made their minds twist in agony as they tried to figure her mysterious nature. "So, we have a deal, Dark and Broody?" She broke them out of their trance. Sharp emerald eyes bored themselves into Hunter's soul the moment she looked at him. Something about her screamed potent danger and cunningness. The boys found it somewhat fascinating and intimidating at the same time, this coming off a 5-foot tall woman. 

Hunter pushed a hand out "I suppose we have". Ryki Taala grinned and shook his hand, not knowing what troubled laid before her, she just went in head-on. "Welcome to the Bad Batch, Ryki Taala." 

"The pleasure's all mine, Sargent Hunter."

Next

[jesusatmysix2-allgodspennies]

Why do these ignorant demons keep f'in with me?

Yesterday I went out, and had a good day out. I came back in, Satan's sister (and I could hear the demon a minute after I opened my door) was waiting. Jumps up and runs in, guess their kitchen area.

Remember me posting that the little boy would come in and chop sh** up, and leave. So, chopping is what their anal disposition does when they/It (whatever the chosen pronoun is) hears me in the kitchen. Is it being done on purpose? When it happens every damn time I make a noise.... Welllah!? And when it doesn't last but a minute, and it gets quiet...... Welllah!?

So today, being tired from yesterday..... I laid here listening to my music, the satanist bang and make noise. Let me state this. At night, I turn my radio down to 15, which isn't high. In the day time I turn it to about 18. Unless it's on "Bluetooth", which plays really low. And I'm usually cleaning or cooking.... or showering to go out. Bluetooth, it's usually at 23.

So anyway, I'm chilling this afternoon. Never turned my radio up from 15. Listening to this bitch. She leaves and slams the door. Comes back about an hour or so later. Brat running back and forth. They kill using their illegitimate snots to fight with. That's real low life sh**. Expected from racist cowards. Never touched my radio. I'm painting at this point. So at about 1845, I'm hungry. Get up. Put my radio on 18. Usual day volume. Oh, this cunt losing it. The brat, her stumping and banging, and when I went into the kitchen. Chop, chop, chop! Which lasted about minute!

So my Bluetooth kicked in. Oh, they started playing rugby. Okay, from 23 to 25 until I finished cooking. I started preaching and singing with my congratulations about Jesus.

If I sat down here listening to Mexican music. Wouldn't none of these racist demons have sh** to say. This garbage would be down here:

Novia ¿puedo pedir prestado un poco de azùcar? B***h, no!

This she devil was schooled by the A feminine tart little boy.

How, let me vent:

This bigoted/racist anti black country has brainwashed Mexicans that they're so family oriented, and such hard workers.

IT'S BULLSHIT!

The reality is, they have to economically pile up twenty in a household. Because they have to take sh** jobs that black people refuse to do after hundreds of years sweeping gutters, cleaning nasty dirty homes, scrubbing toilets, stocking shelves, and packing groceries. Mexicans are just as lazy as every damn body else.

Mexicans, Blacks, Whites, and every body else's parents come here to do better. Problem is, they've brought their damn family with them. Some of you parents who run from the hood with your kids in tow, should call back home so somebody can tell you how the neighborhood got better after your kids left. Yeah, yeah, we all know. Your sweet kids can do no wrong.

Valley history: in a nutshell. They shut down HUD, to keep out low income. White flight! Neighborhoods trashed. Same sh** mfr's claimed they were fleeing from.

Mexicans started moving into the valley. Drive-bys! All that unity! F***'in gangs! Graffiti! MLK Jr. Parades made national news due to racist ass mean kids stating fights. Oh, that was the past! Really!? Past breeds the present! Especially if the mentality hasn't changed. It's just become covert. During COVID and the Trump hour. Mfr's we're gearing up bc Satan's bastards were mumbling a civil war. Mexicans emptied Walmart of ammunition, pellet and bb guns and rifles. Cleaned the shelves. Little Mexican kids bought up box cutters and matting knives from Home Depot bc they weren't old enough to purchase them from Walmart. Y'all mfr's were Trump supporters with your asses laid up in the laps of white racism's accolades. That being a known fact. Who the f*** were y'all going to battle against!?

Then the white taggers stated signing off. The natives were walking around looking for somebody to share their bottle with. Niggas were walking around talking, "I'm from....????" Hell, we're all from somewhere.

But the murmurings got niggas scared. They starting humming new negro spirituals.... "We wit y'all.... just call.... uuum spare our life. uuum. To prove it, we'll even screw yo wife... uuum uuummmm. We'll help you close the damn borders.... uuuumm. To prove it, we'll screw every one of your daughters..... uuummmm, uuuumm."

STOP PLAYING WITH ME!

Fentanyl! Where's it coming from! White boys were happy as a pig in sh** with their meth. Niggas living on the streets were collecting signatures to legalize weed. No F'in body yet, has put out a petition for housing!

NOT ONE!

But, the same assholes have no problem with filling up these free shelters, while there are still seniors and veterans still sleep on the streets.

Everybody that was here ten fifteen years can see the insanity happening today. To them: SILENCE IS AN ACTION.

I said it once, I reiterate: "I can't make me unsee, unhear, or unknow what I've experienced.

This manipulative demon over my over me had a "she won't conform to my racist deity" tantrum.

So you know what:

GO THE FUCK BACK TO SLEEP!

AND DON'T SLEEP ON MY GRASS!

[addictofsupernatural]

The Southsider (pt. 12)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: As y/n notices that there's someone after her, more people seem to want to make an end to her.

Word Count: 2288

Chapter 1 • Chapter 11 • Chapter 13

You were starting to become nervous when you practiced for the Carrie musical. Things were happening, and they seem to be gravitating towards you and Cheryl. Accidents were made, and they were unexplainable. What you didn't know of was that there was a serial note given to Kevin that said to take you out of the play.

"What are we going to do?" Jughead asked, holding his camera up as he filmed the conversation between him and Kevin.

"This is a minor setback, but I don't think anything bad could really happen. There's too much work that y/n and Cheryl have put into this. As they say, the show must go on."

Hal Cooper knew your father. They were friends, and they both saw eye to eye on things. Sinners, for instance. Hal was perfectly okay with what his friend was doing to his family. According to your dad, your mother was sinning in the Serpents.

Hal was disappointed when he was taken to prison. He beliefs were the same as his, and he had nobody else to share his passion with. Other than Penelope Blossom, but they shared that later in life.

When he went to visit his friend, your father told him of what happened, and how your sin was that you didn't lift a finger to help your mother. You were only protecting yourself.

So he kept a close eye on you. He saw through the happy facade you put on. Every day he saw you walk home, lonely and head down. He knew that you were haunted by your parents. You were punishing yourself. He didn't have to do anything, you were doing all the work for him. He stopped watching you and let you live your miserable life.

Until you stopped punishing yourself. You joined the Serpents, he had heard Betty talking to someone else about it. He started to watch you again, and this time he saw that you were genuinely happy. You even had a boyfriend. He would attack your boyfriend for now though; it wasn't his fault that he was dating a sinner. For all Hal knew, you could be deceiving that poor boy.

After rehearsal you went to Pop's where you began to work. But something was different. This time the Ghoulies came in and sat down at a booth. You and FP stared at each other. "Don't worry kid," he said. "I got it."

But they started to come almost everyday. Specifically on your shift times. FP called Jughead, who called Sweet Pea, when the Ghoulies came in for the third time. They rushed over to the diner, making a pit stop to get Fangs.

You grabbed your notepad and pen and huffed, feeling extremely uncomfortable in the presence of the drug dealing gang. The three serpent boys rushed through the door as you were walking towards the booth, and you stopped in your tracks and smiled, turning around to greet them.

The Ghoulies watched this. You hugged each of them. "Hey guys. I'm so glad that you're all here." You said perkily but also quietly. "I'll take your order after I'm done with them."

You then walked back to other table, a smile still on your face from the sight of your amazing boys. "You done talking with that wannabe gang sweetheart?"

You sighed, your mood going back to being ruined. "What can I get for you guys?"

"A sweet piece of that ass, for starters." The rest of the gang laughed at that one's comment.

"Drinks?" You asked, annoyance laced deep in your voice.

"You sure we can't have you babe?" Another asked. "If only you knew what my tongue could do."

"Milkshake or soda?" You asked a little louder. They finally gave there drinks. "It'll be ready as soon as possible." You said, monotone. You then walked over to a nearby booth with the three Serpents sitting there, making your mood change to happy and your voice to sweet. "Are what would you guys like?"

"I'm pretty sure my dad's already on my order right now." Jughead said.

"He started making it before you even walked in." You said.

"Chocolate chip milkshake." Fangs said.

"Banana milkshake." Sweet Pea said. You looked at him questioningly. "Please?" He smiled.

You let out a short laugh. "That's different."

"Are you making it?"

"Yeah."

"Then it'll be good." He said with a smug expression.

"Swoon." Fangs mockingly said.

"More like barf." Jughead replied.

"Calm down Jug." you said. "I've never said anything when you and Betty get all flirty with other over homicides." And with that you left a speechless Jughead and two weirded out boys across from him.

When you came from the kitchen the Ghoulies all stared at you, taking in your looks. They all found you attractive, not that you noticed or cared about what they thought since they all looked at you like you were a piece of meat.

That's why they were all so disappointed when you had a tray of milkshakes in your hand and a big smile on while walking towards them, only to keep walking and head to the table with your boyfriend and friends. They then turned their attention to FP, who was holding a tray for their milkshakes. "Here you are."

"We want the hotty." One of them blurted out. The others nodded.

"Sorry, but she's dealing with another table right now." They then all heard your giggle, looking back and seeing you happy as can be with the serpents. "Don't worry boys, I made them myself, and I put a little something extra for you all." He then winked and walked back to the kitchen. He didn't put anything.

You then took their orders for food, ignoring the inappropriate jokes about you. When you were done you headed to the counter, but stopped when you heard Fangs call out, "Aren't you gonna take our order?" With a smile on his face.

You turned around and smiled. "You already know I got you guys." You said with a dramatic shrug.

The three of them cheered as you laughed. "That's my girl." Sweet Pea proudly said.

This got the Ghoulies pissed. When Penny said to keep an eye on this cute girl, she never mentioned that she had a Serpent boyfriend. You blew a kiss to Sweet Pea and headed to behind the counter.

You served both booths their foods. When the Ghoulies were done with their food you went to grab the plates, only for one of them to grip your left wrist. "Look at what we have here boys." He showed your hand. "A snake."

You ripped your hand away from his grasp. "That's a shame." Another said. "And such a nice ass too."

Sweet Pea stood up, followed by the other two, but you motioned for them to sit back down. You saw a man in the back hold up their coffee cup to signal that they wanted a refill, and you nodded to him, thinking of an amazing idea.

You carried a tray of two coffee cups and rectangular solid ice pack over, 'accidentally' spilling a cup on the guy who grabbed your wrist's groin area, igniting a yelp from him. "Oh no, sir I am so sorry." You said in a dramatic way. "Here, you should cool that off." You then forcefully tossed the ice pack to the area of the spill, causing him to bang his fist on the table in pain.

On your way to the back table, you brushed your hand against Sweet Pea's as it was on the table. They all smiled at you. "Here you are sir."

"I saw that, y'know." You began to panic a bit, considering that this job is what kept you eating. "Don't worry, I saw everything else. He deserved it."

You put a hand to your heart and offered him a smile. "My regulars get me." He nodded his head and smiled, and you went back to your job.

After a while the Ghoulies didn't leave, so neither did the Serpents. You offered free chocolate cake to the three of them for staying with you while the others were there. "What's this?" Fangs asked.

"It's your guys' birthdays, remember?" You said, smiling. "Well, that's the only way I can get you free dessert."

Jughead immediately took his slice. "Thanks. We're fraternal triplets."

You gave him a smile. "I knew it." You kissed Sweet Pea's cheek. "Enjoy." You and Sweet Pea shared a look as you walked away.

After your shift was over you came outside and slid beside Jughead in the booth, exhausted. Just then FP came out with a to go box of a big hotdog and fries. "I figured you didn't eat." Sweet Pea excitedly said, proud of the surprised look on your face.

"Thanks babe." You gave him a cheeky smile, quickly eating it and the four of you stepping out of the diner, the Ghoulies following you out.

"We're gonna go to the Whyte Wrym." Jughead said lowly. "Wanna come?"

"Yeah. I don't like the way those Ghoulies are looking at me."

"Neither do I." Sweet Pea said, eyeing them.

"See you guys there then." And with that the other two took off.

Sweet Pea saw how those four guys kept looking at you. He heard all the comments they made, both to you and while you weren't there. He hated the way they were looking at you now. "Sweets, what's wrong-"

He pulled you in for a mind blowing kiss. He knew they were watching, he was counting on it. He needed them to know who's girl you were. He needed to protect you from those disgusting guys. You were the love of his life after all.

When he pulled back he shimmied off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. "Put it on. It's cold."

You smiled and put on the oversized jacket. You cocked your head to the side. "Where's all this coming from?"

"Just want to make sure my girl's feeling safe and appreciated." He smiled down at your adorable form.

You hung your arms loosely over his shoulders. "You're too good for this world Sweets."

He gave you the biggest smile, bringing you closer to him and telling you in a very quiet and low tone, "That's why I'm your world."

A serge of happiness came through you and you jumped up on him, him holding you by your thighs as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. "Ohmigodsweetsthatwasthecutestthingeveriloveyousomuch!" You said while assaulting his face with kisses.

He knew you would act this way to that comment. When it was low enough for only you to hear it, making it more meaningful. Not that he wanted anyone else to hear that, but still. "I love you too." He laughed out, forgetting about the audience watching.

You leaned your forehead to his. "But I love you more."

His hands dipped down to your ass, squeezing. "Prove it."

You hummed in his ear. "If only I could." You said lowly.

Sweet Pea was then getting excited. "What's stopping you?"

"We said we'd be at the Whyte Wrym."

"We'll make a quick stop by."

"We could say that I'm too tired."

Sweet Pea kissed your neck. "I like the way you think." And with that he put you down and you both excitedly took off, leaving those four Ghoulies to angrily watch as you two Serpents was busy being madly in love with each other.

The next day you both woke up late, rushing to school together. You didn't even notice that you were wearing his shirt and jacket. He did notice the jacket, but the shirt was a pleasant surprise. You got teased by all of your friends for it, especially when you both went to the Whyte Wrym after school.

Toni then proceeded to grab a hair tie and tie the shirt into a crop top, causing Sweet Pea to be in an even better mood. Whenever you tried to take it off, the two of them wouldn't allow it.

It game all fun and games until Penny Peabody entered the bar. The whole place became silent. She smiled and sat on a bar stool. "Don't mind me, I'm just getting a drink. Whiskey Toni, if you could."

Toni gave her a dirty look as she poured whiskey into a glass. "What do you want Penny?" Jughead asked.

"Jeez Jug, where's the hospitality? I just came to see how you all were doing." She then looked at you, Sweet Pea immediately putting his arms around you and tugging you closer to him. "And is that y/n? Wow, you've certainly whored up, haven't you?"

She got no response from you, only a glare. She downed her drink, causing Jughead to speak up again. "There, you've had your drink. Now leave."

"I was hoping for a welcoming crowd, but I guess I was wrong." She tossed some money onto the counter. "Bye guys. I'll be seeing some of you sooner rather than later." She then left.

You didn't put much thought into what she said, assuming that if was meant for Jughead, but you were wrong. Sweet Pea took you back to your house and kissed you goodnight, leaving you by yourself in your house while your aunt was gone again.

All lights in your house were turned off as you got ready to sleep. And that's when you saw the bright lights peering out of your window on the second floor. You carefully looked out of the window, only to see a few trucks parked outside, accompanied by multiple Ghoulies.

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Author Note: I'm so sorry guys😭😭 I haven't posted anything for two weeks. I'll try my best to go back to posting AT LEAST once a week.

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Hello! It's Lupus. Here to put the chronic into the Chronicles. I don't own anything by C.S. Lewis but I believe he would smile on fanfiction and that he fully intended the reader to finish his world. I don't own anything by Tech N9ne. The italics are lyrics from his song "Einstein".

Christmas day. Topeka, KS. 2414 Se Colorado Street. Dale's house

"So, fucking Egypt, right? Yknow, I was there and damn it, I wanted to try some of that local hashish." John said this while gesturing with the hose of the hookah in his hand, half remembering to finally take a hit. He blew the next words in clouds, "It was back in late 2011 to early 2012 and they had that revolution, right? Well..." John paused to take a drink from his tall natty light and coughed. Scarlette sat inconspicuously at the end of the couch, a worn and gorilla taped hookah hose in hand as everyone listened to the man sitting cross-legged on the floor. She'd been at job Corp for a year and a half and was finally free to smoke. She was lit as fuck and did her best to follow along. He continued, "So I found some guys who put me in contact with a dealer. And this wasn't something like here in the states where you go to the place, take it home and, yknow. No, this dude led me and about 3 other guys to this fucking warehouse. There was literally this big ol' switch breaker, like 'Egor, flip the switch' style thing that they pull down to turn on this one bare bulb hanging over this circle of chairs. At this point I'm thinking, yknow. 'Yeah, I might die, but fuck it. Yolo. Let's see where this goes.' and besides, they already had my money. So we go and sit in these chairs and they break it out and we're passing it around when one of the guys there starts to speak. He said," John paused. The look in his eye had shifted to a sadder gaze. "He said he was with the Egyptian guard or military or whatever. I don't remember his rank, just that he gave orders. He told us his rank and he told us his job during the revolution. Keep in mind that this shit just happened, like, within a year of him telling this story. His job was to tell the armed soldiers guarding some building what to do. The protests were crazy and a few times, yknow, his men got nervous, and he got nervous. He finally ordered the men to fire into the air to scare the crowd back, and so they did and the crowd dispersed. Just a couple days later they were back, and after a bit he had his men fire in the air again and the crowd dispersed and backed up, but slower this time. And sure enough, a day and a half later, they're back. So he has them fire into the air again. But the crowd isn't dispersing. He's telling us about fucking hundreds of people calling his bluff and his superiors were putting pressure on him and then, for whatever reason, he looked ME in the eye, dead in the eye, and said 'So I ordered my men to fire into the crowd.' and the only thing I could think right then in that moment was 'I am so fucking high right now.'"

The room was quiet. This quiet was comically broken with the sound of someone sucking the last icy bit of fountain drink through a straw, and everyone suppressed their laughter until finally Scarlette let hers go. The rest of the room followed suit. The tension broke and Dale, the host, slid over to Scarlette and asked her to pass the Playstation controller. She handed it over and he proceeded to put on some YouTube. Music filled the spaces left by people trickling towards the kitchen where the liquor was.

If you got scratch nigga, get the fuck up Throw your hands up, if you hella fucked up Einstein, tech n9ne, two triple zip Crack a jaw, whip 'em all, if they wanna trip Ladies with the bar codes, meet me after this

Maybe you can show me, the meaning of abyss Everybody on the wall momma is a bzzz Had her at the budgetel stroking on my dzzz This ones for the psychos gang bangers and sluts Bumbs holding the pipe those college graduate fucks

Scarlette stepped out onto the front porch to smoke a cigarette.

As she untangled her ear buds, a second person came outside and lit a clove cigar.

"Sup, Eddie." Scarlette said. She looked at him and noticed his clean cut appearance and his absence of cornrows. "You look nice. Your hair is really short, though. Beard looks good."

"Thanks, clove?" he offered the little black pack over and she saw a lighter and a chillum in it with 3 black wrapped cigars and three little nugs of weed in the cellophane of a cigarette pack burned shut.

"Everything's coming in threes. Nah. I don't want one after that hash."

"Threes?"

"Three cloves. Three nugs. Three days."

"So it's true. You're going to London to live with your dad." replied Eddie.

"Yeah, got the ticket with my Job Corp. money."

"You went for culinary, right? Are you sure they'll take your certification in the U.K.?"

"There's plenty of places that pay under the table. Skill is skill and I have it. I'll start there." she said a little defensively. She didn't like to talk about her reasons for moving, but the truth was, she felt called. London was calling and she was going to answer. She just was.

"I wish you'd reconsider." Eddie said sadly. "Do you at least have some money left after the ticket? Probably just a couple hundred dollars. What if things don't go your way and you end up homeless?"

"I'm sorry, Eddie, but I'm..." she was cut off by a series of gunshots from a few blocks over. "No, seriously! Who the fuck gangbangs on Christmas?"

"Keep it classy, Topeka." Eddie replied. The put out their half smoked deathsticks with reluctance and headed back inside.

Kc mo roll Kc mo roll What do we say to haters off top Haters got beef they thinking we got We gon' get postal if it don't stop You can get ghost or you can get shot

Scarlet sat down on the sofa and looked at her novelty yo-yo/mp3 player she was given as a fare well gift from her Job Corp. friend, Sylvester.

"I wanted to, just, curate and give you the best techno and trap and dubstep playlist ever, but a bunch of shit went down at my house I had to deal with, so I ended up not having time and I was just going to give you the yoyo and let you put on whatever juggalo shit you wanted, but then my buddy gave me acid. While I was peaking, I suddenly decided to work on this list, so I'm just ripping songs off of YouTube based on how they made me trip and, if they didn't make me trip right, it was like there was this lion, this fucking golden ass lion, looking in at me through a door in my chest and it'd growl. I'd feel it growl. It was insane. But I did fill it for you. So, it's all techno. Pretty random. Glitch Mob, Timmy Trumpet, some Diplo. Give it a chance before you delete it all."

She didn't say anything but she'd been seeing a huge lion in her dreams climbing the rocks on top of Echo Cliffs as the sun's rays slanted beneath a great, black stormcloud. Then it would look at her and she'd realize something so shocking it would wake her up but she could never remember what shocked her awake. She rolled her ear buds around the yo-yo and put it back in her bag. She headed into the kitchen to find Eddie.

"No dude," Eddie said, red cup in hand "you should not learn how to crip walk. You shouldn't even say crip walk. Say C-walk. And don't do it."

"Man, I do not, for the life of me, understand why a dance should be off limits. I just don't." said Tommie. "Man, I don't give a fuck, I'm graduated! Oh damn, sup Scarlette!"

"Sup. Shit, I'm graduated, too." she said as she grabbed a cup.

"From Job Corp. Not the same. Come back when you been to college, then law school." Tommy said as he leaned forward and smiled arrogantly.

"Man, chill out you cocky motherfucker. You ain't passed the bar yet. You are not a lawyer yet. You're a juris doctorate having motherfucker. Let Scarlette have hers, man. It takes nothing from you." said Eddie.

Scarlette glared at Tommie and poured herself some soda. She didn't really feel like drinking tonight, not after her mom's drunken bullshit earlier. She was thinking about being home as little as possible until her flight. She had lots of people to visit and say goodbye to, so it felt doable.

London, U.K.

Tears flowed down her face as she picked through what was left of her belongings on the terrace outside her father's flat. Her father's girlfriend, Debra, didn't like Scarlette and exactly one week after Scarlette started her hotel job, Debra planted a chequebook in Scarlette's trunk and claimed it had been stolen. So, without a word, Loren took his daughters belongings and put them outside while she was at work. He'd never been a brave man.

Scarlette made her way down the water-stained concrete stairs, out through the courtyard, and on into the streets. She walked aimlessly, hungry but too cautious to spend anything. She thought of all the groceries she joyously bought for herself just days before. They'd all be eaten up by that treacherous bitch and her lapdog boyfriend. More tears came. She sat on a swing and cried as hard as she'd ever cried.

When she finally stopped, the world stopped with her. It was dead silent. No horns, no machines, no people. She heard herself breathing hard so she knew she wasn't deaf. Suddenly, a great shadow crawled slowly over her from behind. She looked up and saw the buildings, streets, everything, peeled up in a big wave and curling over her. She didn't understand. She didn't think. She ran.

She ducked between pedestrians, having to take great care to avoid them so they'd stop knocking her down. It was like they couldn't see her. She eventually found an alleyway and ran down it. She leaned against the wall to catch her breath. To her left she saw a window, with a man staring out at her, though it wasn't a man exactly. He had sharp features, a pointed beard and ears, and two small horns coming from his forehead. She began running again.

This happened over an over. She'd see something utterly impossible, run away, stop to rest, and see something else. A half man half horse, a dancing tree, a squirrel the size of a medium sized dog holding quill and parchment. She couldn't run anymore, but she pushed herself down a narrow corridor back to the street where she saw a boarding bus. She barely made it, almost payed the fare til she realized she still couldn't be seen, found a seat and hoped to not get sat on.

After sneaking onto busses for a while, she found herself near the center of the city. She realized how tired she was. Thoughts of food again tormented her, til she finally got off the bus to track down some fish and chips to steal. She walked with purpose and rounded a corner to come face to foot with a giant. She whimpered as she began running again.

She ran across a vacant lot and saw a tree sprout, grow big and robust, fill with apples, the split in two and decay right in her path. She tried to go around and felt her foot snared by an ancient prehensile root. She struggled as she found herself falling down a sinkhole. She felt dirt in her mouth as the Earth swallowed her and her screams. Roots scratched her face and arms. Soon she felt light through her eyelids and felt leaves along with branches. She was still falling. No matter how she tried, she couldn't keep hold of any branches. It was all she could do to cushion each collision with each ever larger branch. All too soon, she ran out of branches. She fell a whole story and a half and landed on a small boulder jutting from the flowing roots that gripped the ground with her shin taking all of her weight. She both felt and heard her bone snap and, with a wet pop, rip through the skin. She was on hands and knees. She didn't feel anything until she foolishly tried to stand. That's when the world spun out of control. She stumbled to the ground; the pain in her leg was so intense she could almost hear it. She vomited and collapsed into unconsciousness.

Not far from her, in the brush, waited a watching satyr. He nimbly negotiated through the tangled roots of the great old tree and picked up Scarlette's bag. He looked around where he saw objects from her bag fall with her and gathered what he hoped was everything. He briefly examined the contents. He picked up her phone, thinking it was a very dark mirror for scrying, and he almost let out a yelp when the screen lit up. He put it back and donned her purse with the strap across his chest, leaned down, and lifted Scarlette up in a dead man's carry. He was a simple satyr who only did simple magic, but he knew great magic when he saw it, and he knew the High King at Cair Paravel would want to make this his business.

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