Josh woke up to the sound of an alarm.

It was early morning when the alarm went off. Soft yellow light filtered through the window. It would have been peaceful, had it not been for the loud siren shattering Josh's eardrums.

The piercing shriek made Josh sit bolt upright in his bed and put his hands over his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut and winced. The ear splitting, deafening siren made his head pound.

Still groggy from sleep, it took him a moment to realize what that alarm meant.

Intruders. Headquarters was under attack.

Josh opened his eyes looked over to his side, expecting to see a certain someone sitting next to him.

Tyler was gone.

Josh threw back the covers and practically leaped out of bed. He hastily pulled on a pair of jeans and boots before yanking his bedroom door open. He didn't even bother putting on a shirt to cover his scars.

As soon as he opened the door, the shrill siren became even louder. It made Josh's ears ring and almost bleed.

Headquarters was in chaos. Clique members were frantically running back and forth, fumbling with their weapons and screaming words at each other over the alarm.

Josh was disoriented at first. The scene in front of him was so overwhelming, the sound of the alarm was so loud, Josh could barely hear himself think.

He shook his head and forced himself to focus. There were intruders in the building. Lots of them.

A familiar face suddenly ran past Josh, and he reached out and grabbed their arm to stop them.

"Donnie!" Josh shouted, yanking the man over to him. His words were almost drowned out by the sound of the alarm.

The man in front of him-none other than Donnie the Catcher-looked just as disoriented as he was. He shook his head, and his mouth dropped open slightly.

"What's going on?!" Josh shouted, gripping Donnie's arm tightly.

"K-Killjoys, sir!" Donnie replied through gasps of air. He was out of breath from running. Where he was running, Josh didn't know, but he obviously looked like he was panicking.

Josh narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What the fuck is a Killjoy?!" He yelled.

"N-No time to explain!" Donnie shook his head and yanked his arm out of Josh's grasp. He bounced up and down on his heels, like he was anxious to start running again.

"They've got Mad Gear."

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Usually, Josh would love to see Tyler on his knees, with a gag in his mouth and his hands tied behind his back.

But this. This was his worst nightmare. Worse than the night terrors that haunted his dreams every night. Much, much worse.

Almost the entire Clique was gathered in the pit. Some were on the second floor looking down from the railing, others were hiding in the hallways on the sides.

At the front of the pit, making a barricade between the crowd and the stage, were a line of people holding strange, colorful guns that looked foreign to anything the Clique had seen.

More of those people lined all sides of the pit, standing at attention like security guards. Their bright, colorful clothing stuck out like a sore thumb in the see of black and red clothes of the Clique.

The Killjoys.

Eight people were on the stage. Four men on one side, three women on the other side, and one person kneeling in the middle of them.

The person was on their knees, sitting back on their haunches. Everything they wore was black-from their shirt to their jeans to the rope around their wrists to the sack over their head.

Josh was stood at the front of the pit, tightly squeezed in between Mr. Benzedrine on his left, and Youngblood on his right. Josh had his gun hidden under his shirt so no one would see it. The only thing stopping him-and the entire Clique-from storming the stage was the hundreds of Killjoys around them, guns aimed at the crowd.

Josh's heart was racing. He kept his eyes focused on that figure bound on stage. They looked so incredibly small compared to the people around them. They stayed perfectly still, kneeling there, their vision covered by the sack over their head.

It took all Josh had not to cry. He couldn't take it. His mind screamed. His breathing quickened. His anxiety was growing so high he felt like he would snap, right then and there. It felt like he was trapped in a night terror. Except this time, it was so much more vivid and real and horrible.

That person was Tyler.

The shouting and screaming of the Clique members behind Josh came to a sudden stop when one of the men on stage stepped forward and shot his gun at the ceiling.

The entire pit immediately went silent. Everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath as they stared up at the stage.

The man who fired the gun began slowly walking around the stage, glaring menacingly down at the Clique in the pit below him. He had swept back blonde hair, a red jacket, and a bright yellow and black shirt. He made no facial expressions-no smile, no smirk, nothing. He was completely stoic.

"So..." the man began, his voice echoing in the silent arena. "This is the famous Clique I've been hearing about." He scoffed. "Not as impressive as I thought."

He stopped walking and glanced back at the two men behind him before raising his voice and addressing the Clique again.

"My name is Kobra Kid," he announced loudly, straightening his red jacket. "Your new leader."

At those words, the Clique broke out into a mania. The began shouting and shoving against the crowd, trying to get to the stage.

Kobra Kid simply held up has hand, and all of the Killjoy guards collectively loaded their guns and pointed them at the Clique. The fighting stopped significantly at the threat, but some members still struggled to get out.

"I'd like to introduce you to the rest of my crew, the rest of your new superiors," Kobra Kid continued, turning to the people behind him. "Any Clique member that doesn't listen to any of us will be executed immediately."

Everyone in the pit behind Josh broke out into quiet murmurs, but the only thing he could seem to do himself was stay silent and stare up at the stage.

"These are my right hand men, Jet Star and Fun Ghoul." Kobra Kid gestured to the two men standing behind him with his red gun.

The first, Jet Star, had a mop of dark, curly hair, a torn leather jacket, and sunglasses covering his glaring eyes. Standing next to him was Fun Ghoul. Despite being much shorter than many of the people in the room, he definitely looked like someone you would not want to mess with. He wore an army green vest with a long, ripped yellow shirt. His hand held the same strange gun all of the Killjoys had.

"The Young Vein, who you've all had the pleasure of meeting," Kobra Kid said through clenched teeth.

He gestured to the third man behind him. The intruder. He looked like a complete mess, from his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead to his soaking wet clothes to the dirt and blood covering his face. The red and black makeup he had on before was reapplied, concealing the scars he received from his torturing.

"You bastards are gonna fucking get it for what you did to this poor kid," Kobra Kid spat, his eyes locked on the captive kneeling beside him.

The Young Vein said nothing, only bit his lip and looked down at his feet.

"And we can't forget about these lovelies," Kobra Kid smiled sarcastically and turned to the three girls on the other side of the stage. They all had brightly dyed hair and the same angry, intimidating glares as the men. "Katie, Halsey, Melanie, so glad you could join us."

"It's Killer Kat, actually," the girl closest to Kobra Kid rolled her eyes and twirled her gun around her finger. She wore a black jacket similar to the other Killjoys, with a red shirt underneath and boots almost up to her knees.

"And can we hurry all this shit up please?" The women next to her had a devilish smirk on her face. Her long, bright blue hair was accompanied by an almost entirely orange outfit, from her pants to her oversized sweatshirt. "I wanna get to some torture."

Josh's breath hitched in his throat. Torture.

"I think you mean games, Halsey," the last girl, with half pink and half black curls, piped up. Her pastel pink gun matched her bloody pink dress and cream stockings. "We wanna play some games."

"Games, torture, whatever the fuck you call it," Killer Kat scoffed, resting her arm on Halsey's shoulder. She lazily gestured her gun at Tyler. "I agree with Hal. Hurry it up, Kid."

Josh grit his teeth and tightened the grip on his gun. Kobra Kid. The way they all looked at Tyler made Josh want to say fuck it all and shoot them, no matter if he got shot himself.

Kobra Kid simply waved them off and slowly walked behind Tyler, his footsteps echoing throughout the arena.

"You Clique members got an arena, a stage, even a microphone..." Kobra Kid said mischievously, looking around the room. "Seems like you like shows, so let's put on a damn good one."

With that, he suddenly yanked the sack off of the captive's head, causing them to lean backwards and almost tip over.

Josh's knees buckled at the mere sight of his Tyler.

Only hours before, he was safe. He was in the same bed as Josh. He was unharmed. Making love. Peacefully laying in his arms. Smiling. Laughing. Blushing. Sleeping soundly. Curled up under the sheets.

Safe.

But now, he was anything but safe.

For once, Josh was thankful that Tyler was dressed. His black shirt was ripped, falling to one side, and exposing his collarbone and shoulder. His jeans weren't even buttoned. His feet were bare, but they were so dirty you couldn't even see his normal skin tone. Even more dirt covered his face, along with bleeding scratches and dark bruises.

And his eyes. God, his eyes. They were half open, half closed, like he was still half asleep. His eyelids were puffy and swollen, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. His glazed-over, unfocused eyes stared blankly out into the crowd. His entire face had a emotionless, dazed expression. His chapped and faded lips were separated by the gag tightly tied around his head. His bottom lip was cut open, and blood was running down his chin.

His body was slowly swaying back and forth as he kneeled there, almost as if he was struggling to simply stay conscious.

Josh recognized what they had done to his Tyler almost immediately. Being in this gang, the Clique, he had seen it many times before. Hell, he had even done it to some people personally.

They had drugged him.

Josh instantly felt sick. He dryly swallowed back what was threatening to come up his throat and clutched his stomach. Eventually, his shaky legs gave up, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head before he blacked out completely. His body drifted to the side and fell right into the person next to him.

Youngblood caught Josh without fail, wrapping Josh's arm around his shoulder to prop him up.

"I can't do this," Josh mumbled when he came to. "I can't do this. Youngblood, I can't."

"Be quiet, Missile Kid!" Youngblood hushed him. He shook him a little to help him back into consciousness. "You really think we'd let them take us so easily? Donnie and Horseshoe are already on it."

Before Josh could ask him what he meant, Kobra Kid's voice boomed through the large arena.

"Behold!" Kobra Kid smiled that evil, sarcastic smile. "Your fearless leader!" He grabbed a fistful of Tyler's wild hair and yanked his head back.

Josh fell heavily against Youngblood again when he heard Tyler's low groan and saw him bite down hard on the gag in his mouth.

The Clique broke out into a riot once again. The crowd pushed forward on all sides as they screamed and shouted threats at the Killjoys.

And just like before, the Killjoys were able to quickly shut the Clique up.

Kobra Kid's gun was fired.

And it was aimed at Tyler.

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Well frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tic-tac that was cliff hanger wasn't it?

(also Naepock did you like your cameo appearance)