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“I’m warning you one last time, Olive—step away from that damn room!”
A sharp figure blocked the corridor, their dirty-blonde hair streaked with stark white highlights. They stood rigid, cutting off the escape path of a frightened, scarred figure whose white wings twitched in panic.
“And why should I listen to you, UnKnownMr?” Olive spat back. Her own brown hair, mirroring those same distinct white highlights, caught the rhythmic, bloody glow of the nearby breaching alarm. “You’re nothing but a lapdog for the...um...THEM! Give me one good reason.”
“Because it’s for your own damn safety!” UnKnownMr’s patience snapped. Their fingers curled into a tight fist, driving a hard punch straight into Olive’s jaw that sent her crashing to the floor.
Olive groaned, pushing herself up from the cold ground. She wiped her mouth, her eyes burning with betrayal as she unsheathed her dagger. “Why should I follow any of your orders? Anders betrayed me. Luca betrayed me. Everyone did. Especially you!”
With a desperate cry, Olive lunged forward. The blade sliced through the air, catching UnKnownMr's mask and tearing it away.
Beneath the mask, UnKnownMr looked utterly exhausted—carrying a hollow, bone-deep tiredness, as if the weight of the entire world was finally dragging them under. They opened their mouth to speak, but a sudden shift in the room's atmosphere made them freeze. A heavy, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floorboards.
“Oh my god…” UnKnownMr murmured, panic cracking their tired facade. “We were so busy fighting… we didn't notice it activated.”
“And whose fault is that? Oh right—yours,” Olive mocked, sticking her tongue out. Before UnKnownMr could stop her, Olive PROCEEDED TO DRIVE HER dagger deep into the heart of the glowing, humming machinery.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” UnKnownMr shrieked, frantically pacing the console, their hands flying over switches and panels in a desperate bid to override the system.
“War does that to people,” Olive taunted, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction as she watched UnKnownMr panic. “In case you’re too much of a TONTON to notice.”
UnKnownMr let out a bitter, breathless laugh, flipping switches furiously. “In my opinion, you’re the stupid one here. Supreme TONTON.”
“And I would love for both of you to shut up and shove it,” a cold voice interrupted.
A cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows, casually resting a heavy axe against their shoulder while offering a mock wave toward UnKnownMr.
UnKnownMr looked between the console and the newcomer, a grim realization settling in. “You know what? Fine. It’s the perfect time for this activation stuff to do its thing anyway.”
“Have a nice trip, peeps,” the cloaked figure said with a dramatic, mocking bow. Turning on their heel, they strolled away, their flat, heavy footsteps echoing loudly down the empty, metallic hallways.