Friend group · Y/n story by @Night

The door slams shut behind them, the echoing bang swallowed by the dusty silence of the abandoned building. Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through cracked, grimy windows. The air is thick with age and stillness, a stark contrast to the frantic hum of drones that had chased them through the streets moments ago.

Lily

between breaths That... that was close.

Richard

sprawled on his back, grinning up at the cracked ceiling Close? That was a warm-up lap. I could do that again, easy.

Kit

glares at him, still panting Shut up, Richard.

Richard

sits up, winking You love me, Kit. Admit it.

Kit

I’ll show you love if you keep talking.

Mouthwash stands at the door, one hand pressed flat against the rusted metal, listening. The hum is gone. For now. He turns back to the group, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his jaw tight. He looks each of them over, a quick, practiced assessment. Then his gaze lands on Clip, who stands apart, back against a crumbling wall, his bright blue eyes fixed on nothing.

Mouthwash

We need to find a room. Preferably one with a door that locks. And check for any other exits. Clip, you see anything?

Clip

his voice flat, not moving No. It’s clear. For now.

The silence settles again, heavier this time. Y/n feels the weight of it pressing down, the adrenaline fading and leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion. The building creaks around them, a sound that might be wind, or something else.