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It was dark, the streets lit up with lampposts and no one was walking down the sidewalk. Hell, there wasn’t any sign of cars coming in either direction. There couldn’t have been a more perfect time to do this; carrying an unconscious 19 year old in a fireman’s carry. The person holding said guy had a black hoodie on, and a black mask that covered his face. The man was panting, the exertion of holding an unconscious person affecting them.
He stops, and shifts so he can pull out a phone. “C’mon, it’s gotta be around here somewhere…” he looks at the map, and the ping pointing to a building. The man sighs, and puts the phone away. Grabbing the limp human again, he walks for a little bit longer. Soon, he reaches an office building. Pulling out a weird looking device with one hand, the man shifts the unconscious person more, sliding the guy down to the ground. There’s a faint groan from the guy, whose bottom half of the face was covered in a large metal mask.
The man curses. He thought there was more time. The man puts the device against the door and there is a faint click. He opens the door and grabs the guy, draping an arm over his shoulder, and lifting the man and dragging him into the building. The man is presented with two choices, the stairs or the elevator. Pulling out his phone, he gets a look at the ping, which says it’s a floor above him. Stairs it is.
After a long and torturous walk up the stairs with 160 pounds of dead weight on his side, he made it. Looking at the door, then to his phone, the man sighs. “Let’s get this over with.” He walks up to the door, and enters the hallway. A quick walk to the first door in said hallway and the man pulls out the odd machine again. He puts it next to the lock, and there’s a click. The man shoves the device into his pocket and opens the door quietly.
The guy groans again and a muffled “What..” comes from the mask. The man shushes him. “Hold on, we’re almost there.” The guy’s eyelids flutter, but don’t open. The man drags him over to a brown couch in a corner, with two paintings overhead and a black leather chair next to it. The man lays the guy on the couch, face to the side. There’s some muttering that the man can’t make out. The mask starts flashing red and the man sighs. He kneels in front of the guy, and grabs the mask.
“Wh-huh?” The guy mutters, eyes flicking open slightly. “Ranboo. Listen. I’m sorry.” The man says. Before the guy-Ranboo-could react, the man reaches to the back or Ranboo’s head and hits something. Ranboo goes limp on the couch, mask glowing a steady red. The man nods and gets up. He pulls out a note and places it on Ranboo’s mask, and turns toward one of the doors with the light on.
“Good luck. Let’s hope you’ll hide him long enough for me to get the rest done.”
Tommy leaned back in his chair, stretching as he closed out his computer. He finished editing for the day and he was fucking exhausted. It was like 3 in the morning, and it was probably better to just stay the night. Tommy pulls out his phone and texts his roommates that he’s staying at the office. Opening the door with a yawn, Tommy starts to walk over to the couch before freezing. There was a person. On the couch. That he did not recognize.
And of course, his first instinct was to scream.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
The guy jolts, sitting up extremely fast, and letting Tommy get a good look at them. They wore a gray jacket with red sleeves over a black shirt. Black jeans and simple black shoes as well. But the most notable thing was the fucking giant metal mask over the person’s face. Hair was in the way of their eyes, so all Tommy could really see was the mask that was angular and had two glowing red lines on each side of the mask. There is also a piece of paper stuck to the front. “What the fuck?! Who are you?! How did you get here?!” The guy had pressed himself to the back of the couch, obviously shocked.
“I-I don’t know! You woke me up!”
Tommy froze. That voice… “Hey, move the hair from your eyes.” The man didn’t move. “Now bitch!” The guy sighs. “Fine, fine.” They move a hand to move the hair away and…
“Holy shit…” Tommy stumbled forward slightly. The other backed up even further.
“Ranboo?”