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@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Hello

I call this AU uhhh

idk AU

I stumbled a few steps forward, facing the dreaded building. I knew I shouldn't have taken a field job, but it payed too much and I was too curious to reject it. My intutition told me this job would be different from the others, but I assumed I could handle it. I didn't think they'd be prepared for me. I didn't think…

I never liked drugs. I had roommates that were constantly high on weed, and the fumes made me dizzy a few times, but not until I asked them to keep the smoke away from my bedroom. They complied, and I never had trouble again. Is this what it's like to be high, or is this a different type of drug? Either way, my body was rejecting it heavily, and I don't know for sure if I'm even at the right house, considering how many times I lost balance. I gaze at my hands, knowing I'll have to ring the doorbell instead of knock, because my knuckles were too bruised and swollen to handle that kind of impact. Each step was like walking on swords. Each breath was like inhaling toxic fumes.
I crawl up the steps and reach out for the doorbell, the muffled ring echoing from inside the house. The realization set in and I panicked. What do I even say? We haven't talked in years, and I think it's okay to show up at his door? God, does he even know I'm alive? Does he think I assumed he died? The anxiety only made my situation worse, but I didn't have time to address it as the door opens.
Of course, Jean's face is unreadable. Blood dripped from my nose, my head, my eyes, one of which was swollen shut. My lungs heavy and half of my skin tainted purple and green from bruises, the other half a deep red from blood and scars.
I force my eyes to look up at his as he stands there, unable to react properly yet again.
"I didn't…" I start to say, but I was losing consciousness fast. I had to explain myself before I blacked out. Jean deserved at least that.
"I didn't know where else to go." I utter, before falling forward against Jean, his arms catching me. I felt the muscles in my arms scream at the pain of the pressure and impact, but after that, everything went black.
I always doubted that Jean really cared about me. The things he'd say, or the way he acts; like nothing is stopping him from turning his back, and he wouldn't bat an eye if I did the same. I want to say it's my fault, but he never really cares about anyone. I guess, except his family, right? That's why he was so mad at me. I don't know, it doesn't make sense. I knew something was wrong with him, and I felt like it was my responsibility to fix him. I wasn't sure exactly how I'd fix him, but I knew I'd find a way, just like I always do.
He might never change, but I've started to doubt less.
I gaze at him on the chair next to my bed, eyes drifting off and his mouth slightly open to show that he's fully unconscious at this point. Prince slept at the foot of my bed, but his cat instincts knew I was awake before I even opened my eyes. I look at the wall in front of me, half regretting my decision to arrive at Jean's doorstep after years of not talking to him, only to collapse on the floor, unconscious for who knows how long. At least Jean managed to patch up my wounds pretty well; my limbs aren't screaming in pain, I'm not wheezing with each breath; and best of all, my vision is back to the way it used to be. I think back to the past few nights; waiting in the car, only for the weird smell to overcome me, and I eventually blacked out. Waking up in a dark room, and being beaten senseless, only to be drugged again. How I escaped is beyond me; I was too high to remember. Why did I even take that job? Did I really think I could do it on my own after staying away from the field for so long? Was I not given enough information? Did something inside me know it was too much for me to handle?
"It's been awhile."
Jean's voice interrupted my thoughts as I turn to face him.
"You've changed." He finishes, his eyes a little distant as he still attempted to wake up, trying to pretend like he hadn't been asleep.
"No I haven't," I begin, my voice still raspy. Jean gestures to a glass of water on the nightstand, so I take it. The irony in the most unhealthy person nursing me back to health. "How long hav-"
"Twenty three hours."
"Jean…" I begin, looking down to the floor. I had to say something about this. I couldn't just not acknowledge what I've done. "I'm sor-"
"Now's not the time for apologies." He utters before standing up and leaving the room. I shake my head, a gentle smile appearing.

He's still trying to hide it.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

OHHOOHOHOOHO THERE'S MORE BABY

i'm gonna try an attempt at a Death Note Jeanubis AU but i can't post it until SOMEONE (jenny) watches Death Note to avoid accidentally spoiling it

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

jean knows uwu speak bc one time anubis convinced him that prince would meow back at him if he used uwu speak

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

This AU is actually like a crossover AU with my new character thank u
(Kinda short but ¯_(ツ)_/¯
It's called

Jeaddie AU!

He threw a punch at my face, the impact sending me to the ground as I spit out blood. He's a good fighter, but only one of us is fighting for his life. As I tried to stand up, I hear a click, and my eyes blink towards him, still on my knees. We stare at each other for a good second before I break the silence.
"Shoot me." I spit, narrowing my eyes with determination.
He gazed at me. Hesitation defined his expression, and then I knew he never planned to kill me.
"I have no family. No friends, no one. No one will miss me." I murmur, an attempt at encouraging him.
His hand shook.
"That's no reason to die." His shakey voice responded as he tilted his head. How would he know?
I shook my head in response, breaking eye contact.
"It's no reason to live." I mutter.
"If you wanted to die, you'd have killed yourself. Why have me do it?"
I resist the instinct to curl my brows into a thoughtful expression, trying to find a vague vague reply to his question.
"What's your name?"
Confusion filled his face. He and I both didn't want to express our emotions, but he was less aware of the fact that he was doing it.
"Edward." His voice held back a shake.
"Edward," I echoed, standing to my feet. He gripped the gun tighter, as if threatening to shoot. "Why have you pull the trigger, you ask?"
He nodded, as if I needed him to.
"Because you're supposed to be a machine. As a machine with no emotions hindering you, you should have no problems pulling the trigger. No hesitation, no doubt."
The kid was shaking like crazy now. I can't imagine what's going through his head. "But you wanted me to give you a reason." I lower my head, but maintain eye contact; something that he's trying not to do.
"Maybe you're more human than you thought."
Strange seeing what I thought was merely a robot resist the urge to break down into tears.
"What happened to you, Eddie?"
His eyes, glued to the floor, close as if tears would fall.
"My uncle…" He stuttered out, his voice half broken now.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

NEW AU AGAIN i have a few in the works not counting death note

This One Is Canon it's called
JeanCanBeAGoodPersonTrustMe

I exhale the smoke from the cigarette, too tired and hungover to get out of her bed just yet, but luckily she was still asleep. I've already forgotten her name; I stopped bothering to remember after a while, it's not like I'm ever going to see her again. Her house was nice, though; a gentle ray of sun announcing the morning through the window by the bed, a comfortable fleece blanket that remained the biggest factor against me actually getting out of bed to get my clothes on, and a warm, vanilla scent. My eyes glaze over to the woman next to me in bed, her blonde hair covering her face. I wonder what incident she experienced to agree to this.
I sigh, putting out my cigarette as I reach from the bed to grab my clothes. Though it was nice to be here for a bit, I couldn't stay. I inhale, closing the door as quietly as possible, hoping she still hasn't woken up.

By the time I got home, I knew I was hungry. I couldn't force myself to make anything, not with the headache, so I just went with some leftover spaghetti. Prince walks in slyly as I close the fridge. The look on his face gave away his knowledge.
"I'll feed you when I'm done eating." I mutter, as if that would warrant his patience. I wanted to pretend like when he went down the hall, he'd go to his own room, but I saw his tail turn right; he went to Anubis's room.

I don't remember leaving the house again tonight, but I found myself at a club. I notice her across the bar and sigh, knowing I'll talk to her anyway, so why not get it over with?
Defeated, I stand up, taking my drink with me to sit next to her.
"I'll cover your next drink, no strings attached."
She chuckled, rolling her eyes at me. I knew she didn't buy it, but I suppose that's not a bad defense mechanism to have.
"No strings attached, is that right? What if I got a six dollar bottle of water?"
I shrug, flashing a grin as I take a sip.
"I'm a man of my word."
We had talked for a bit, but I could tell she seemed distracted by something else on her mind. I soon learned her name was I knew better than to ask about it, though. She repeatedly looked at the door during our conversation, and finally curiosity got the better of me.
"Are you waiting for someone?" I mutter, looking around the room. She brushed me off, sighing.
"My boyfriend, actually. He told me he's been busy with work lately and promised a nice date, but…"
I lean back in my chair, furrowing a brow.
"He told you that?"
I could feel the tension rise as she nodded. Her eyes flickered to mine, and I could tell she was waiting for my next move.
"I'm willing to bet you'd rather be anywhere but here, is that right?"
She exhaled, still apprehensive, but nodded as she took a sip of her water. Bingo.
"Why don't we go turn this night around, so it doesn't end in rejection?"
She revealed a gracious grin, appreciating my efforts at cheering her up.
The drive home was full of talking, but it was mostly her. She seemed like she was nervous, and was trying to distract herself. Eventually, though, when we got to my place, the nerves seemed to have disappeared. As we walked in, she looked around at the house.
"Do you live alone?"
I hesitate, gripping the car keys before placing them onto the stand.
"Got a cat. That's it, though."
"What's it's name?"
I turn to the hall to see his tail peaking around, as if he knew he was being talked about. I just hope he doesn't pull any shit tonight.
"Prince. Don't believe anything he says, he's a spy."
She chuckles, petting Prince as he reluctantly allows it. He hasn't gotten attention as often anymore lately, unless he forces my hand while I'm high in bed. A few moments had passed in silence, and I knew I had to make a move. I approach her, pressing my lips against her's, finally breaking the tension as she leans into the kiss, tilting her head to the side and closing her eyes. We continued for a few minutes, growing more antsy with each kiss, so I nudged her to the wall, reaching for my belt buckle. When she heard the click, she paused, holding her hand against mine. I gazed back up at her, seeing the regret in her eyes. She knew this would weigh on her in the future, and I could read that in her eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I mutter, taking my hands away from my belt.
"It's too late now, isn't it?"
I shake my head at her.
"I'm not into it if you're not into it."
She locks eyes with me, almost as if in shock. She holds back tears as she shakes her head, answering my first question.
"Can you take me home?"
My eyes fall to the floor as I sigh, nodding my head.
"Yeah, go get your things, I'll be right there."

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

That's why Prince meows at Anubis bc he knows Anubis won't receive kindness from anyone el

jenny i hurt myself by trying to make a joke

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Surprise AU bc I need to write something short to get my creative juices flowing

Jean had been acting weird for a while now. Though Jean acts weird a lot of the time, he couldn't avoid this one. It started with a cough. We had just finished a job, and a pretty hefty one at that; Jean was frozen at gunpoint by one of our target's bodyguards, but our target was only aware of Jean and assumed it was a one person job. Luckily I jumped in and saved his ass. I don't remember exactly what happened; I spit some smartass remark at him related to the fact that I had to help him, and he shrugged it off with a chuckle. But then the chuckle turned into a cough. He turned away from me and lowered his head.
"Jean? You alright?"
Jean's cough resided, but he kept his head down.
"Yeah, just breathed wrong." It didn't seem worthy of note, because after a second he lifted his head back and turned back to me, no sign of concern in his eyes; just the usual hard-faced Jean.
It happened again when he walked in from a walk. He happened to catch Prince and I conversing and he said something along the lines of how Prince is my only friend. All I said in return was a quick thanks for being the landlord for Prince and I. Jean held back a smirk, but quickly returned to a coughing fit, covering his mouth with his hands. It sounded pretty bad, so I filled a cup with water for him. He shook his head and stumbled to his room, but I swear I saw something red in his hands.
I knew I should have seen it coming. The way Jean smokes and drinks all the time like he doesn't care what happened to his body. I've warned him several times and he shook his head like he was so confident that it would never happen to him. The fact that he's trying to keep it from me really frustrated me, though. It's not like I can do anything about it if I did know, so what's the harm in telling me?
When I got the opportunity, I suggested that Jean go to the doctor to get the cough checked out. Maybe if he started treating it early, he could get rid of it before it does anything detrimental. He shrugged me off, saying it should go away soon. I shook my head, standing up.
"Jean, I know what's going on."
Jean looked over at me, weirdly enough, his face unreadable again.
"You do?" He uttered, furrowing his brow to hide his wide eyes.
"I saw what you're coughing up, and that's not something we can just ignore."
Jean's eyes fell to the floor as he tightened his fist. He resisted the urge to look away from me as he starts to argue.
"Anubis, I-"
"No, listen, this is still the early stage of cancer and if you start treating it now, you can ensure it doesn't get worse."
Jean sighed heavily, as if he'd been holding his breath as he falls into yet another coughing fit. At this point there was no denying it.
"Dammit, Jean, at least drink a glass of water for once in your damn life." I snap as Jean retreats to his room again.
"Just leave me alone." He hurls out, as if there were no air in his lungs. I feared he wouldn't like the confrontation, but there's no other way around this. Tired of him hiding in his room when he gets like this, I huff in a bit of air before storming my way down the hall. I try the door, but it's locked.
"Jean, for fucks sake, let me in."
I could hear him throwing up in his bathroom. Prince himself followed by my side, meowing and pawing at the door. I could tell Jean was trying to be quiet about it, but either way I could still hear him gasping for air. What the hell happened, did something inside him collapse? Or burst?
"Jean, you need to get to the ER right away, you can't just will yourself out of this."
Enough is enough, I'm dragging him to the ER kicking and screaming. I rush to the kitchen, going through the junk drawer to find a lockpick. I run back to his door and mess around with it for a few minutes, but my hands started to shake when I realized I couldn't hear Jean hurling anymore. After a bit of fidgeting, I finally burst through the door and make a beeline for his bathroom.
"JEAN!" I yelled angrily as I opened the door, only to find Jean on the floor, eyes barely open and hair fallen to his sides. The floor, the toilet, and his body were littered with flowers, all tracing to his mouth.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

Hi I call this AU

Ouchies! AU
(don't let jenny see this)

Jean and I had picked up a job against an expert. Jean had received a personal message from some anonymous guy that warned us that our target, James Reid, knew about hackers like me. He said this target setup his security almost completely non-digitally, and that the few pieces of technology that he does use, he hired an experienced hacker to protect. I didn't mind doing an all-field job, but something about this whole ordeal seemed off.
"Who the hell uses tripwire anymore?" I utter in the car, crossing my arms.
"Smart people, apparently. It stopped you from hacking any motion sensors."
Jean focused his eyes on the road as he spoke. I knew he wasn't the social person, but he is capable of making eye contact when he talks to me. Why isn't he? We've been talking this entire car ride and he hasn't even glanced in my direction.
"Is something on your mind?" I question, leaning ever so closer to Jean.
He stole a glance in my direction, but when he noticed my suspicious glare, he shook his head and hardened his face back onto the road.
"No. I get it, a lot of people have gone full digital now, but if you've been hacked before you like to be on the safe side. Aren't you careful to cover your footsteps?"
I sigh, thinking about his question.
"How would someone protect themselves against you?" I grumble, earning a stare from Jean.
"What do you mean?" He asked, and I swear he almost sounded serious. I turn back to look at him.
"I mean, you rely on me for quite a bit, but you've managed to last several years without me. How did you do it?"
Jean didn't answer. That ended the conversation for the car ride. As we arrived, I had already hopped out of the car, gripping my gun as I make sure I have all I need to silently break into the building. Jean parked the car and stepped out, seeming oddly calm as he sludged over to the door. He put on a pair of leather gloves and tried the door. Obviously, it was locked. I pull out a lockpick and work through it in no time.
"This way," Jean whispers, causing me to furrow my brow.
"Um, I think it's this way."
Jean turned to me, avoiding eye contact. Why is it we've managed to spend the past three hours together and he's managed to avoid me the whole time?
"I know where I'm going, it's this way." He whispers at me, a bit more aggressively.
"No, I downloaded the floor plans earlier. It's this way. Why are you being so weird right now?"
Jean rubbed his temple as he gestured in his direction.
"Can we focus on the task at hand right now?"
I roll my eyes. It's his fault if we went the wrong way. He leads us down a hall and through a door, letting me enter first before closing the door behind him. I gaze around the room, which seemed weirdly empty for an office building. Maybe it was under reno-
The lights all turned on at once, illuminating everything in sight, which consisted mostly of Jean and I.
Fuck, I think to myself, we got caught. I turn to Jean.
"Shit, this wouldn't have happened if we-"
Jean is staring at me. His face, a painfully familiar gaze that I see from his eyes so often, but I never thought he'd look at me like that again.
"GG?"
The door opened behind Jean, and our target stepped in. He took his place next to Jean, handing Jean a suitcase.
"What did you do?"
Jean returned with silence, almost as if he was ashamed.
"Answer me, Jean."
I didn't mean for my voice to break.
"I did what I had to."
"How much is he paying you?"
Jean was silent. I heard noises behind me as the clicks of several guns ensue. It's safe to say they're all pointed at me. I hold my hands up, gun in hand. Jean recognized the look on my face and held up a hand.
"Don't try to take them all, Anubis. They're going to kill you if you try to fight."
"What do you care?" I spit, furrowing a brow. Jean shifts, clenching his jaw and looking down. I could tell he had his regrets, but he's never one to voice them. Maybe because he wasn't sorry enough. The target turns to the traitor as a few men approach me, grabbing the gun from my hand and forcing my wrists behind my back.
"Thank you for your cooperation, GG."
Jean looks up at the man. I'm forced to my knees.
"Don't call me that. I've done what you asked, can I leave?"
The man nodded, gesturing to the door behind them. The tension in Jean relaxed as he turned his back and left the room. Within seconds, Reid eyed one of his men, who followed Jean out the door, cocking his gun. My eyes widen and I try to stand up.
"Jean run!!! he's trying to-" A hand covers my mouth as several men grab my arms and shoulders, forcing me back to the ground. The door remains open as Jean turns, hearing my voice. Jean locks eyes with the man as he points his gun and shoots, the bang resonating through the hall into the room. I don't see the bullet hit Jean, but I see him fall, eyes still open as they reach mine.

@AloeVera groupMentallyImInACottage

HOL YS HIT IS THAT MURDER HOUSE CHAPTER 7???????? au

not to be gay but i myself had to re-read the entire thing to catch myself up on this so if you need to do the same then here u go:

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6

Those just take u to the pages that they're on you'll have to scroll to find them urself bc idk how to specify a point in a page anyway have fun babes

yuh

We waited silently for the elevator; the announcement that Jean had killed another resident had already sounded. The elevator squeaked with every other movement it forced itself to make. Then, as if on queue, the scratchings on the wall began to appear. I turn my head.

Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.
John 8:7

I remember that passage. A bunch of people catch a women in the act of some adultery, and they bring her to Jesus to condemn and stone her. Jesus tells them that whoever has never sinned may be the first to throw the stone; but since they all are guilty, they leave, and the woman walks free. Why bring this up?
"You coming?" Jean's question snaps me out of my thoughts as I realize Jean is already inside the elevator, that somehow arrived without me noticing. I step into the elevator and take a seat on the ground, sighing.
"This sure is exhausting, don't you think?"
Jean turns to look at me, expressionless, as he turns back and faces the door.
"Time doesn't stop for anyone." He says, almost as if he was prepared to say that.
"So, what, you've never taken a break?" I spit back at him.
"I didn't say that."
"Your pretentious attitude did."
He turns to look at me. I honestly expected anger in his eyes, but he held something else.
"Why are you here, Anubis?"
I blink my eyes.
"Wh-what do you mean?" I hold my breath, feeling my heart drop.
"Why were you on my floor? You came from the floor above mine. Why'd you go down?" He steps closer to me, as if to analyze my behavior. What is he doing?
I shake my head.
"I-I don't-"
Jean breaks, letting out a chuckle.
"I had you questioning everything for a minute there, didn't I?"
He playfully pushes me as I exhale, the tension releasing in my muscles.
The elevator door opens and we're greeted with…mannequins? There's probably around 30 of them, or at least that many in sight. Lights are flashing, music is playing, and they're all arranged in an unorganized manner. The music paused only for some annoying voiced girl to begin speaking.
"Hello you party animals! Looks like you two have been some naughty boys, am I right?"
God, if I could shoot her now, I would, but unfortunately, just like the last girl, she's not in the room. Luckily, I can tell she's using the speakers to talk. Jean and I exchange concerned looks.
"I sure hope we can find the elevators without dealing with her."
I mutter to Jean.
"Oh, come on, you two. You guys have been holding those Johnsons down for way too long. I think it's time you learn to loosen up a bit, or should I say tighten your pants?"
She laughs an obnoxious laugh as I sigh, approaching the mannequins.
"So what's going on here? Party for losers?"
Her laughing stops and I can almost hear the scowl in her voice.
"If it's a party for losers, then why are you here?"
Jean and I exchange glances as she continues.
"You guys never have any fun, do you?"
Jean speaks up.
"This is just your style of murder. I have fun my own way."
She fakes a gasp.
"Jeeann, look at you. So deprived, so lonely. I know how to have a good time."
"Can you just tell us where the elevator to go up is?" Jean insists as she huffs. Each mannequin was dressed differently, some slutty, some not, but most of them had a drink in their hands. Some sort of smoke machine was adding to the atmosphere, but it smelled weird.
"I think you should solve my puzzle first, lover boys."
"Puzzle? What puzzle?"
The flashing lights stop, a bunch of bright white lights drowned out the rest; the music stopped, and there was no response from the girl.
Somehow, someway, all the mannequins were looking at us. Jean and I stare at each other, not wanting to make eye contact with the eyeless figures that crowded the room. Jean takes a step into the room, the mannequins following us with their heads as we walk. As we look through the room, I hear Jean chuckle.
"Hey, look. This one has a gas mask."
As I turn to look, her voice booms through the speakers.
"Ooooohh, that reminds me! This puzzle has a timer! If you don't solve it in…" She pauses, as if to do the math, "Eleven minutes, you will pass out and eventually die from inhaling the toxic fumes! But don't worry, with that gas mask, only one of you will die. Good luck!"
Jean rips the gas mask off of the mannequin and equips it in a rush, then looks at me.
"We can take turns with the gas mask until we figure it out. Don't waste your breath."
I nod as I turn and examine the room. There was a makeshift bar, a table with plastic toy food, and a shelf with some cabinets. I rush over to the bar and examine the contents; not surprisingly enough, there were actual drinks in the bar. As Jean reaches the bar next to me, he notices and grins.
"Here," He utters, taking off the gas mask and handing it to me. He reaches over and grabs a bottle, popping it open.
"Won't that kill you? Especially with the gas?"
Jean merely put a finger to his lips as he shushed me. I begrudgingly put on the mask and continue looking through the bar, when I notice some writing on the inside of the counter. I look over to Jean, who's sniffing the bottle of alcohol and curling his nose.
"Doesn't smell right." He utters.
"What do you think it is?" I return.
"Not whiskey."
I turn back to read what's on the counter, but something wasn't sitting right with me. The words are written in poor handwriting, but I manage to make out;
"Find they key at the bottom of Stella."
I look around at the mannequins. Which one could be 'Stella'? Maybe it's another one of those personal things, and Jean's supposed to know.
"Do you know who Stella is?"
I call out to Jean, who's sniffing another bottle.
"You mean the beer brand?"
Damn, how did I forget about that? Jean picks up a bottle and holds it up in front of me.
"Here's one right here."
I grab the bottle and open it, looking to the inside. There were words at the bottom, written on a piece of paper, but I can't read them through the drink. I sigh and start to turn over the bottle when her voice bellows over me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I furrow my brow. What kind of game is she trying to play?
"You mean advance in the puzzle?"
"No, silly. I want one of you to drink the beer. If you guys don't have fun," She hums a high pitched sigh, making my stomach turn, "I'll just have to kill both of you."
I look at Jean. One of us has to be coherent to finish the puzzle, but I don't want Jean to die. I hand him the bottle and say,
"Okay, you drink this, then put on the mask. I don't want you passing out or anything."
Jean takes the bottle, giving me a strange look as he turns the bottle upside down, chugging the alcohol. By the time he finishes, he's already wavering in his balance. I hand him the gas mask, but I don't think he notices. His eyes started to grow more and more distant.
"Jean, for fuck's sake, take the mask before I force it on you myself."
Jean's hand reached out for the gas mask, but before he can grab it, his hand pulled back, along with the rest of his body, as he fell to the ground.
"Jean!" I yelled out, falling to my knees to reach him before taking off the mask and putting it on him.
"Ohhh, I wouldn't bother." Her voice chimed through the speakers.
"Fuck you!" I spit out, turning to the sound of her voice. I then hear a noise behind me, and I turn to see…something, dragging Jean out of the room. I crawl, then scramble to my feet as I chase after whatever has Jean, but as soon as they're across the line, the door slams shut in my face. My quick inhalations get to me as I start coughing.
"Hmm…such a shame. You didn't have any plans with Jean, right? You don't mind if I…borrow him, for a bit, right?"
I stand up and gazze over at one of the cameras that stared in my face.
"Don't you fucking touch him."
I hear her laugh before leaning in close to the mic, a smirk in her voice.
"And what are you gonna do about it?"
What she planned to do with Jean, I didn't want to know, but I did know that I wanted to stop her before anything can happen. I look around the room quickly, remembering the empty bottle of beer and grabbing it. As I look inside, I see the words; "The one who gifted you with breath holds the key."
Puzzle solving is really difficult when you're close to passing out.