3rd person POV:
Slowly waking up, Jason opened his eyes yet barely saw anything. Only a bit of light passed through the little crevices in the wooden crate he was in.
He didn't see much, but he felt much.
There was a dreadful heat that made him sweat.
Along with that, there was a weight on top of him.
(Y/n): Ugh...
Jason attempted to push off the weight but when he felt something soft he became confused.
(Y/n): Eh?
Leona: What are you doing, (Y/n)?
(Y/n): Trying to push you off me.
(Y/n): Wait, how did you know it was me? I can't even see you.
Leona: Out of the four of us, only you and I have abs.
(Y/n): Stop touching me!
Leona: Stop grouping me!
(Y/n): Don't tell me what to do!
Leona: Tch...
Leona: We need to figure out how to get out of here.
(Y/n): Easy.
Punching the top of the box, he punched a hole in the crate.
(Y/n): Okay... I was expecting to punch the whole lid off.
Leona: Let me try.
Twisting around, she made things slightly awkward but when she faced the top, Leona attempted to kick the lid off only to kick her legs through it.
Leona: This wood is weak as shit!
(Y/n): To hell with this, let's just break the whole thing.
Leona: Right.
The two began swinging wildly, creating more and more holes in the creat until it eventually crumbled.
Now free, (Y/n) was able to get a good look at Leona, who sported a pair of black jeans with matching gloves and a sports bra.
What was eye-catching was the belt around her waist that seemed to be made out of large bullets.
Leona: Where the fuck are we?Taking a look around, they seemed to be in some sort of desert.
Around them was another box and nearby a road with no vehicles in sight.
(Y/n):?
A sudden realization came upon Jason. He was no longer wearing his jacket.
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The Brutal Life Of A Delinquent
ActionOnce upon a time, in a city, was born a boy. This boy grew up to be a delinquent. Without mercy, he would beat up anyone who annoyed him. Men... Women... Children... Animals... Nature... Technology... None were safe from his wrath. His school has st...