!DISCONTINUED! since ran came out, im really uncomfortable about y/n being female. im so sorry, but i dont know his boindaries about this and i dont want stuff to pop up and become troublesome. i hope you guys understand.
𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦...
Y/N runs to the girls bathroom and locks herself in a stall. She props her legs up on the seat and she buries her head into her knees.
I screwed up real bad, she despairs, sobbing quietly. I hate this- this was the worst way this could go.
The door into the restroom slams open and she gasps with a start.
"Lauren?" It was Kelly's friends. "You bitch, where the fuck are you?"
She whimpers silently in the stall, praying that they would go away, but they didn't.
They kicked open each stall door, and they were on the last one, where Y/N sat quivering in fear.
They pounded on her door. "Lauren, open this fucking door RIGHT NOW."
She slowly gets up and unlocks it, defeated. They immediately overwhelm her- they pull her hair and scratch her face. They prop her up on her knees and push her face towards the toilet.
Y/N struggles, straining to get away from the rank of the urinal. She was about to give in, but then the door to the bathroom almost burst off it's hinges, as someone steps in.
"HEY, YOU MOTHER FUCKERS," the new person yells. "LET HER GO OR I WILL MAKE YOU."
"Fuck off, whore," the attackers snarl. "She made Kelly's life miserable- so we will make hers agony."
"So this is how it's going to be?" Y/N hears a shuffle of cloth and metal. "Step away from the girl. Now."
"Holy shit," the people holding Y/N promptly let go, and they race out of the bathroom. Y/N slumps to the floor, weak and shaking with tears dripping from her red face.
"Hey, hey, it's fine now. They're gone." Y/N looks up to see Nyx. On one hand, she was trying to get a napkin.
On the other was a gun.
Y/N shrieks and covers her head, scooting as far back as she can without hitting the toilet.
"No, no- don't be scared- this thing is harmless."
Y/N slowly uncovers her face. Nyx smiles, aims the gun at the floor and pulls the trigger.
Bubbles pop out.
Y/N sighs in relief and she shrinks to the ground, exhausted and trembling. Nyx puts the bubble gun into the back of her cargo pants and crouches down to wipe Y/N's tear-streaked face.
"What happened?"
Let me take you back when it started- just two weeks ago.
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uuHHH- cHiLe, AnYwAyS sO- *debby ryans*
*slide picture under the table* heres Nyx and Vivie my beloveds
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