when ur hoe ass friend sneezes while ur tryna DO HOMEWORK

quick run down of everything in this building:

• you cant go to certain floors without a special keycard - this is why they need amelia's keycard for the higher up floor, but her keycard doesnt go thaattt far so thats why they have to take the emergency stairs for the rest of the way - its like different levels of keycards you feel me
• emergency stairs, when u open the doors it sets off an alarm throughout the whole building as if theres a fire or something dangerous, that is where anubis's hacking comes in and the whole timer thingy

I swipe Amelia's card and press the highest floor we could go to. The elevator rode up, leaving us in silence. Finally, the machine slowed down and the doors opened. I stepped out and walked to the emergency stairs.
"So, I actually don't have anything planned after this," I confessed, opening the doors, a sense of relief falling over me as no alarm was sounded. We slipped through and the door shut behind us. We ran up the stairs and into the floor that held Vincent's office, with a minute left.
This floor looked different from all the others. The ground was of carpet, a deep red color, and the walls were mostly glass windows. I struggled to remember where Vincent's office was. "It should be somewhere over in this direction. He has to have the documents we're looking for. Hopefully it's easy to get through his office doors," I muttered, silently hoping Jean wouldn't kill me for winging half of the plan. It wasn't like me, but ever since Jean and I forgot about the whole thing, I have been anxious and my head was constantly clouded.
We went deeper and deeper into the building, when somebody stopped us. "You two are meeting with Mr. Vincent, correct?" he asked us, clipboard in hand. I furrowed my brow, exchanging glances with Jean.
"Yes, actually," I nodded. No, no we aren't. What luck.
The man smiled and started to lead us towards an office. ok u can make up what the office and shit looks like idk lmao

whoa is that a., post

"Of course you don't," I utter coldly at Anubis as we make our way through the mazes of halls.
As we step into the office, Mr. Vincent appeared to be typing something up on his computer. The office itself wasn't exactly as swanky as some offices I've seen before, so I wasn't too impressed, but it was definitely more grand than the offices in the lower levels. Behind Mr. Vincent was a large window for a wall, providing a view of the landscape below.
Mr. Vincent's desk itself looked like some modern design that seemed to have more style than actual function, but he seemed to work well with it. His eyes flickered from his computer to the two of us and he sits up, leaning into his chair and crossing his arms.
I sure hope Anubis gets one of his bright ideas soon.

swanky

sorry this is super long but it needs to be

I think it started after the institute.
I remembered this specific feeling that I didn't ever have before, one that I didn't really understand. For a month or two I didn't take up any jobs. I didn't do anything. Anything. It was rough, and completely against everything I 'd ever believed in. I always put my health before any other priority. But that entire period of time I only spent thinking. And doubting my existence. Is there something… wrong with me? Am I really as healthy as my physical body is? When have I ever doubted that?
After that time, I went back to my good habits and regained myself, but the thoughts never went away. I don't know why, but at this moment, they hit me the hardest.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to talk, but Vincent began. "It amazes me that you got here so fast. I just told my adviser to get you and he came back in less than a minute." He had such a particularly specific voice. The authority was there, but it had a sharp ragged feel to it, as if there were rocks trapped in his throat.
I chuckled and shrugged. "What did you need us for, sir?"
Suddenly the phone on his desk started ringing. He held it up to his ear with a rather annoyed face. "Apologies," he muttered after hanging up. "I have a duty to take care of. Stay here." He stood up and left abruptly.
I turned my attention to Jean. "Something's wrong," I said. "Wouldn't you think there would be a guard in here?

I double check the cameras to make sure they were still off.
"You're right, it doesn't add up. But should we back down now?"
I stroll around the room, trying to look inconspicuous as I open drawers and read the names of files, turning my neck to gaze at Anubis with a raised eyebrow and a 'Why Not?' expression.

perfect

DON'T SAY THAT

I started to get paranoid, but since Jean was looking anyways, I bounced up to help him. "Do you think the documents are even in here?" I asked, realizing how poorly I thought this through. It was unusual of me, but my mind has been preoccupied with Jean's sudden appearance and I couldn't seem to think straight. That on top of my feelings from the psychiatrist meets was sending me over the edge. I need to stop being so risky, but here we are.
I run my finger through a file to see. "This seems too easy…"

I turn my neck to gaze at the boy standing next to me. How, after all these years, are we still friends? I've known him for longer than I can remember. Ever since we were stupid kids, we've been assholish friends. Now that I think about it, it really was Anubis that finalized the change in me, when I decided to be known as someone completely different.
I blink my eyes, quickly returning to the documents, hoping Anubis didn't notice I was staring.
"Hey, what about this document?" I utter, pulling out a file and showing it to Anubis.

gay

I looked up and took the document, flipping through to see if it had the necessary papers. From what Michelle asked of us, this seemed to be the correct information. But, if the information was so important, why would it simply be laying in a cabinet in plain sight? Something seems off here, but I can't tell what's going on. My gaze returned to Jean. "This is right, but… I don't think we thought this through very we-"
Jean's expression changed when we heard the door slam open and a gun cocked, pointed straight at the back of my head. Vincent's voice murmured behind me. "Whatcha got there?" I froze immediately, going through every possible solution of what to do and how to avoid getting killed. I look at Jean desperately.

I remain frozen, desperately trying to think properly as my eyes dart back and forth between Vincent and Anubis. Anubis himself didn't dare move; but what am I supposed to do? Vincent only has one gun, at least that I know of. Could I attack him without risking him turning the gun on me and shooting? No, what am I thinking, Vincent would shoot Anubis first. What if we fail? What if we return to America without the documents? Would we even return to America alive?
Instinct kicks in and I reach for my gun, cocking it and pointing it straight at Vincent. I keep my eyes away from Anubis, trying to focus on and intimidate Vincent enough to get him to put his gun away.
"We didn't come here to hurt anyone, so don't make us change that."

Vincent chuckled in my ears, i waited too long to reply and i forgot what was supposed to happen

what's worse than heartbreak

a heart attack

_{im so sorry I had to}

i FORGOT YOU'RE FOLLOWING THIS THREAD do you see this though she has been terrifying me bc i had to be very careful w my last post bc it changed things aND NOW SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER I-

LMAOO and yeah lol couldn't ya'll just go back and read what is happening though lmaooo unless ya'll are too lazy like me to go back

good idea i'll ask jenny

listen,

But Anubis did not listen, he kept on adding gasoline to the burning house

Tammy is coming for necks and she brings no mercy

lmaoooo

he didnt use gasoline