CHAPTER SIXTEEN ━ DOOMSDAY

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(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗.) 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘
❝ I KNOW WHAT CAUSES DOOMSDAY. ❞

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Poet stood by Allison and her husband, watching with amusement at the married couple tying up the dead body that was previously on the couch. They were struggling a bit and Poet couldn't help but feel bad since she was just standing and not helping.

"You guys do know I can just send Paris a message in my head and he'll come right?" She asked, breaking the silence. "Send the body away to Canada?"

"H-how?" Ray asked with a shaky voice. Poet smirked before staring softly into his scared eyes and watching with amusement as he jumped back.

"Poet," Allison raised an eyebrow at her friend and Poet sighed, taking a step back as she puffed out her cheeks and just continued watching them. She could see Allison getting irritated. "God, why are people so much heavier when they're dead?"

"You got a lot of practice at this?" Ray questioned. Allison stayed quiet and he looked at her, shocked. Poet snorted and turned around, crossing her arms while looking around the house even more, inspecting everything she saw while amusedly listening to Klaus and Ben talk.

"Hey, so, what was it like when I possessed you?" Ben asked.

"It was like sex with one of the lesser Baldwins," Klaus answered. Poet chuckled and shook her head. "I mean, you can feel him clattering around in there but do you really care?" Allison looked at her brother as he placed his hands behind his head. "Why? What was it like driving all this hot business?"

"It... It was like having no skin..." Ben started, "but still wanting to touch... everything."

"Oh, yeah."

When the couple finished, Ray turned to look at Allison. "Okay. One... two..."

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Poet groaned, sticking her hand out and letting it glow a scarlet color. Ray watched with awe at what he was seeing, and glanced at the body slowly starting to levitate. But just as he turned to look at his wife, a zapping sound of some sort was heard and he shrieked. Loud.

"Shit."

Poet turned around to face the light, the only calm one out of them all. They all gasped and breathed out, only calming down when they noticed it was a short-haired man with a short man next to him.

"Oh!"

"Oh, good," Diego said, only noticing his brother and sister, "you're both here. Alright, we gotta go."

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