First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1260552916/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1323301814/ Prev: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1268160326/ /!\ there is some gore but it's not graphic/!\ //Chapter 7// “Come on Avid, you have to try this” Grian said hanging upside down from a tree “Grian… I’m not gonna climb a tree” Grian started pouting “but why?” Avid scowled “Because i’m not a child” Grian scowled right back “you don’t have to be a child to climb trees Avid” he grinned “Fine~” Grian flipped out of the tree “I’m getting coffee. You want some?” Avid rolled his eyes “of course I do.” Grian smiled “I’ll let Vintage know you’re umm hanging out?” Avid snorted from his perch in the tree “dude how’d you get there so fast?” Grian asked “you don’t know everything about me” the walk to the cafe wasn’t that eventful. A group of kids were crossing the street (holding signs with little ducks on them) following a duck across the street. *cute* he thought to himself as he stopped. “Hey Vintage!” Grian said as he entered the cafe “hey Grian, how’s it going?" Grian smiled at her “Ehhh not much, you?” Vintage leaned on the counter “you know the usual, with the muck changeling attack and Hot Guy coming in almost constantly. So it’s you know, the usual” Grian winsted “oof that sounds bad ” Vintage sighed “you don’t know the half of it.” Just then a loud crash sounded from outside. The scene was chaotic, the convenience store was on fire, bodies were strewn and lifeless. Grian and Vintage watched in horror as a figure engulfed in flames emerged from the burning building “run, Vintage RUN” Grian said as a burst of fire crashed through the window. He and Vintage dived behind the counter, narrowly avoiding being singed. “Get out of here, NOW” Grian said firmer now “but what about you,” she asked “you’re not fire prof, are you?” Grian blinked “I’ll be fine!” and just like that he was gone. “This was dumb” Grian said as he ducked out of the back of the cafe “I’m regretting this” he started running down the alley. He made a sharp turn and grabbed the handle of a ladder. He pulled himself up onto a fire escape and climbed, climbed like his life depended on it, because it did. He only stopped when he got to his fire escape, he looked over his balcony. Fire, so much fire, the whole street was covered in it. *Vintage, please be okay* he thought as he opened his window. He dug through his closet until he found it, his old costume, it was pink, blue, and white with a white cropped sleeveless open baked turtle neck, Pink shorts with little ribbons on them, white tights, light baby blue boots that went a little above his ankle, pink heart shaped sunglasses (the lenses are one way so Grian can still see) ,and a baby blue and pink cardigan. “Okay, Grian relax,”Grian said to himself as he climbed out the fire escape “sure the last time you wore this version of your suit was when Niky died, so what?” and just like that he was on the move again. He ran down the street as fast as he could, no thought of where he was, he just ran, ran until he got to the fire. The fire, Vintage, was she okay? “Cute guy?” a voice said, he turned, "YOU!?" he said in alarm as a tall figure walked out of the shadows “Calm down will you?” the tall man said “why should I listen to you?” the man smirked “I can help you,” Grian scoffed, “how can a murderer like you help me?” the man looked down “you know how” Grian was starting to get nerves “i don’t know what your talking about” the man's laugh rang out cold and hard “you may not know now, but you will soon” he said “what does that mea-” Grian was trying to say but with a flash of light he was no longer in the alley , he was in the eye of the inferno.
