>>17362 >GET BACK TO WORK NIGGER. See? That's the way. You know I love you, I just long for popularity and votes. If enough people ask me to write, I will, no matter how bad I feel.
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[x] Just get your stuff, obediently.
Well then, no use in impeding their efforts, since the choice here appears to be a 'you do this, or we force you to do it'-kind of deal. As much as you hate that, the connected facts that they have canned food and camping tools in their car, and that they are leaving today, brings forth a hope that they will be sleeping, or spending night, outdoors, which creates a nice opportunity to escape, or at least plot it. Plus it will be refreshing to spend a night under the Clear Sky. Come to think of it, even though you have no idea where you're going, and what the hell was that talk about Border about, those things don't matter faced with the prospect of leaving this house. Ah, yes, finally those guys came up with a thing that truly made you happy. Whether was it intentional or not, or do they realize it, remains a mystery. Oh well. At least for once, you can allow yourself to smile.
Getting to the room where you spent the last night proved to be an easy task, not counting having to dodge Renji, who is apparently running around the rooms like a madman, collecting seemingly random stuff. Whatever he is doing, letting him continue that mindless rush is the best thing you can come up with.
You take the opportunity to check the state of your cellphone. Battery is half-full, and it appears that there is one missed call.
"What..."
Could it be..."No, if you missed it, then... No, they'd ring again... But then, what about the nonpresent payment?
Almost panicking, you push the button and await the worst...
"... whew."
Then all the tension disappears at once. It's not the number your employer always uses to contact you. Then again, who else would call you?
Oh, but you know who, and are most certainly not pleased by it. When did he get your number?
After grabbing everything that was yours from the room, you suddenly remember that there are still clothes that belong to you in this house. In the bathroom. So off you go, (again dodging that moron) only to find the doors leading there closed, and locked.
"..."
With constipation, you knock lightly on the wooden surface and wait a second before stepping back.
"Clothes?"
A question from inside. What the hell is that blonde four-eyes doing in the bathroom so soon before departure?
"... yes."
"Just a second."
As he said you wait, and after a moment, the door opens slightly, Marry sticking out his head and hand through the gap. Uh... Is he naked? No, you can definitely see a glimpse of his leg, still wearing those white pants... What is it about then?
"'Ere you go."
He hands you the clothes which you a bit hesitantly take. Nodding a mute thanks, you proceed to stick them into your backpack, and he quickly retreats back inside. What a freaking ordeal.
In the end, it took a bit shorter than 6 minutes of waiting before both of them finally finished preparations, ironically Marry was the first one to put on his shoes. Renji kept running around, hastily collecting random things, until his friend told him to hurry up.
"But I didn't--!" he tries to protest.
"Should've done it earlier." Marry theatrically looks at his wristwatch.
"But I was taking care of her!" he points at you.
Oh no, no, no, no. Trying to drop the blame on you, AGAIN? You're crossing the line once more, Renji.
"... if you didn't forget, there would be no problem." you snort "And I do not wish to hear you say that you were, 'taking care' of me."
"But--!" again, he shouts out.
"There, she's right. Now get your butt moving! Go, go, go!"
Not a long while later, the three of you are driving down a road, with a speed that you are sure surpasses the limit. Well, not that you care. But if that idiot crashes the car, it's going to be entirely his fault.
"How much?!" the careless driver Renji shouts through the roaring of engine.
"Fifteen! We're going to make it!"
Soon after you leave the city and immerse in a deep forest, driving along an unlit, empty road. Normal girl would probably be scared dead by that, since it's really dark, and there really isn't anyone else here, but well, you've never considered yourself a normal girl.
"Two! Turn left! Here! Now!" it seems that the atmosphere of rush got into the calm half of the duo as well.
With a sharp swerve, Renji gets the car onto a muddy path, leading somewhere into the woods. The trembling starts to get unpleasant.
"Music!"
You don't even know who turned it on, but your ears suddenly get bombarded with loud tones.
'Don't stop me now! Don't stop me now!'
Oh yeah, don't stop me indeed! Don't stop me from being thrown around the car like a fucking rock because I can't even reach for the belts because of this luggage! Don't fucking stop! And is it even safe, to drive on such a road with this speed?! No, it definitely isn't! Slow down, morons!
"To the right! Twenty! Go!"
Like some sort of crazed director, Marry keeps shouting out commands. And the equally, if not more crazed drivers obeys thoughtlessly.
"I'm a shooting star!" they both sing along "Leaping through the sky! Like a tiger, defying the laws of gravity!"
Oh god, this is simply ridiculous. No, this is not even ridiculous anymore! If you want to kill yourselves to Queen, very well, but why do you involve a stranger girl?! This is taking it too far! Stop the train, I'm getting off!
"Ten!" both of them again. "Nine! Eight!"
Why the hell are they making a countdown?!
You try to take a look through the windshield, just to see something, but all that is visible in the dim lights of car's headlights is this muddy road.
That ends abruptly not so far away, a thick line of trees marking it's boundary.
THEY ARE REALLY PLANNING ON CRASHING THIS CAR!
"Seven! Six! Five! Four!"
You try opening the doors, but they turn out to be locked. There is a latch that should open them, now pull it, pull it, PULL IT!
"Three! Two! One!"
But before you are able to do so, the ride ends in a black void.
Suddenly, there is nothing around. Nothing at all. Even the sensation of seats beneath you is gone. It's warm.
"... is this death?"
You ask yourself, more to see if you're able to talk than out of curiosity.
And as unexpectedly as it appeared, the shroud of blackness disperses, bombarding your eyes with strong light.
"WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!"
Those two give in to insanity and let out a cheer. Wait a moment... Why aren't you driving anymore?
Is that because the car is high above the ground and now falling down, straight onto an old-looking building? That has to be it.
You don't even have time to scream before the tremendous impact kicks in.
