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Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway.

A man, dressed professionally, walked down the hallway. He was being followed, no, tailed by, a younger woman. The younger woman didn't appear as professional: sneakers, black leggings under jean shorts, a pale teal blouse over a black crop-top, with her hair made into one long braid, a few strands drifting around. Four bracelets decorated her forearms, two on each, and a white bow rested on her head. She held a cake box close to her.

The man stopped in front of a door, pulling out a key chain. His gaze flitted over to the younger woman. "Remember: five minutes. Then, back to your office and back to work."

"Yes, sir." She bowed her head down. "Thank you, sir."

The man grunted in response, before unlocking the door and opening it. When the woman entered the room, he closed it, and stood near the door.

Inside the room, the walls were plain. Decoration was scarce, and the only things in the room were a bed, where someone wearing an over-sized hospital gown was sitting down on it, a chair and table, a few board games, and a toilet and sink. The woman carefully approached the person occupying it, who lifted a long-sleeve up in greeting. She nodded back and set the cake box down on the table.

"...apologies for not being able to get the ones you care about here." The woman said. "I tried to, really, I did, but non-faculty aren't allowed in the building..."

"S'okay..."

The woman sat down next to the other. "I still have work after this, so when all is said and done, we're gonna go through this day together, okay? Is there anything specific you wanna eat? It's your day, after all."

"...well..." The other gave the woman a small, sheepish smile. "...it's been a while since I've had Hawaiian pizza..."

The woman chuckled. "Of course. The nearest pizza place is twenty minutes away, so you'll have to be a little patient, okay?"

"M'kay..."

"Mm... where's your arm?"

"...under the pillow... you know I don't like wearing it..."

"You said it was because it "discredited your hard work", right?"

"Yup..."

"Sawing off your forearm... is your idea of hard work?"

"See...? This is why I never throw a fit when you're the one who visits me... 'cause, you get it..." The other smiled.

The woman let out a small sigh. "But if you don't wear it, you'll never get used to it. And then you'll be one-handed for the rest of your life..."

"I can use that to my advantage... just imagine the pity points..."

"I know... but, please, you need two hands to do certain things..." She coaxed. "So... try wearing it, just for a little, okay?"

"...fine..."

The woman smiled, before giving the other a quick hug. "Thank you...!"

"Uh-huh, sure..."

"M'kay." The woman stood up. "See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya..."

The woman opened the door and left, shutting it behind her. The man waiting outside glanced at her.

"Thank you, sir." The woman bowed to the man.

"Hm. Now, back to work."

"Yes, sir." The woman nodded, before ushering the man to follow her back to the office.

Inside the room, the other gingerly took the cake box the woman had left. Opening it, the other studied the cake inside.

The other smiled.

"Aw, you're so sweet..."

⇢ ["𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭? 𝐇𝐚..."] ˎˊ˗ ꒰

The building was on fire.

Waves of red, orange, and yellow sparked around the burning-down remains of the place many had referred to as "work." Many of those people had been burnt halfway to a crisp, and some got trapped in the building and miraculously survived. Sirens rang in the already panicked atmosphere. Voices overlapped each other. Noisy, it was noisy, how noisy, so noisy, noisy, noisy, shut up, shut up, shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut-

The other stepped on the remains of the cake box while leaving the sight. That snapped the other out of it.

She knew. She knew that this would be the outcome of the other being able to escape, and she knew that the other knew that too. She risked the possibility of the other breaking down from the noise in order to let the other escape. How risky... how stupid and irresponsible...

The other left the scene.

The other flexed the prosthetic arm and grimaced. It hurt...

"I told you that you need to wear it more often." A flippant voice jeered at the other. The woman walked next to the other.

The other glared at the woman. "...that was an irresponsible plan..."

"Oh, what, it worked." The woman rolled her eyes. "C'mon, the police are still searching for your body, we can probably make it to the pizza place in time."

"But it's twenty minutes away...?"

"Exercise. Ever heard of it? We can make it in fifteen if we run."

"Bitch..."

"Weak-ass. Now, move. The others are waiting." The woman huffed, before running ahead.

The other ran after her. "The others are there...!?"

"Happy Birthday, Lunar!"

"Just because I appreciate your gift doesn't mean that plan wasn't irresponsible, Rainbow...!"

"Oh, stop being a mom!"

.

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A figure wept over a grave...

(A/N: G A R B A G E.
THIS THING'S G A R B A G E.

EVEN WORSE THAN ACTUAL GARBAGE.

*inhale*
*exhale*

So, hi.

Hope you guys don't mind me posting on this account. It lowkey died, so I figured: "Why not? I'll post a story here."

Well, until I finally finish 'Help' on my main account, updates are whenever I feel like.

A checkmark means the chapter has been overlooked and edited if necessary. An X means... well, duh-

Credit to Carrotlyn for inspiration. I got inspired by their work, so go check it out!

Well, um, yeah. That's everything.
Thanks for reading.
Expect to be disappointed-

    - Aki_Faithful)