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pov:returning from a mission

A blinding flash, a thunderclap is heard right above the house, deafening like a shot from a dozen cannons. A downpour, large drops beat a fraction on the glass, the wind whips the trees dangerously tilting them to the ground.

Perched on the windowsill, Yasuda looked out of the window without much interest. The water was rapidly filling the potholes in the asphalt, aggravating the road that had already seen the best years. If everything continues in the same spirit, then by tomorrow it will even be impossible to pass there. Get bogged down in mud up to your ears.

Yasuda yawned sleepily, pulling his jacket tighter around him. Given the weather conditions, the guys will not appear soon, so it was possible to lie down and rest for a while…

Another lightning streaks a ragged line in the sky, thunder sounds again, the downpour intensifies. Water was pouring down the glass in a continuous stream, and the weather forecast promised sunny weather in the morning. They lied as always.

Through the dense wall of rain, the dim light of the van's headlights cuts through, barely discernible because of its dirty white color. They did get there, which was amazing. According to Brian's stories, their car suffered more than one drowning in a swamp, shooting, disgusting rural roads and other unpleasant things. But, for some strange reason, he categorically refused to change to something newer.

"- You don't understand, it's like betraying a comrade-in-arms. - Brian lovingly ran his hand over the rusty hood, - And it is unlikely that I will ever find something more reliable than this old buddy. "

For the most part, Yasuda didn't care, and if Brian felt better with this old junk on wheels, then who was he to mind? Moreover, they tried not to shine this car, and on occasion used the stolen one, so there was no need to worry about the search for suspicious vehicles. Not when you have several plates with the numbers of at least five states and Canada in your trunk.

The front door of the entrance slammed, someone was hurrying up the steps. Yasuda lazily shifted his gaze from the window. Well, apparently he won't have time to take a nap.

Tumbling into the hallway, a wet Toby appeared in Tim's jacket. It is unlikely that he himself nobly gave it away in such vile weather, so apparently he will come here angry as a thousand devils. Meanwhile, Toby shook his head like a dog, kicked off his wet shoes, not paying the slightest attention to the puddle of water spreading out under him.

Yasuda looked dispassionately at the scene developing in front of him, wondering whether it was worth preparing an extra portion, or would the Masky be merciless today, and it was time to say goodbye to one member of their squad? It is unlikely that Toby will be honored with a proper burial, so there will be no need to buy a funeral wreath.

-Hi, - Toby waved his hand, with the other brushing away the stuck hair to his forehead, - what are you going to cook for dinner?

-And why me at once? - Yasuda asked, stretching. - I didn't get hired here as a personal chef.

-Well, you're a good cook. - Toby casually tossed Tim's jacket onto the nearest chair. - And you don't want to have to deal with two evil trolls behind me. - he nodded at the front door with a grin, disappearing into one of the rooms.

Indeed, to exasperate the main ones now would be absolutely unforgivable stupidity. Otherwise, the head will be bitten off. Yasuda chuckled to himself as he jumped off the windowsill. Don't bother and cook pasta with lasagna? Maybe another salad. Cooking for three healthy men was one headache. Okay, Toby, he can eat absolutely anything, some of his taste habits made shudder just at the thought of certain combinations of products… Not that the others were picky, especially after missions when they all came back hungry as a pack of wolves. But it wouldn't be great to brew ramen either. Of course, there is regeneration, but still a stomach ulcer is very unpleasant. Sometimes bad thoughts crept in that he was joined to the team somewhat to balance the strength, but in order to keep them all in a stable mental and physical condition. What to do sometimes was frankly difficult.

-Rogers! You have no idea what I'm going to fucking do to you! - a completely wet and angry Tim rushed past Yasuda, who was thinking, he barely managed to jump back to the wall so as not to be touched.

-And hello to you… - Yasuda muttered, trying to hide a smile. The door of the room slammed. The smell of wet clothes and cigarettes remained in the corridor. Brian snorted cheerfully as he took off his hoodie over his head.

-We had to push a stuck car. So, it's better not to approach him anytime soon… - he set his shoes aside, - preferably a few hours.

-Yes? And I was going to make pasta with lasagna. - Yasuda drawled as he strode into the kitchen.

-An hour. - Brian visibly perked up.

-And there are still a few cans of beer left in the fridge…

-Half an hour, and you can ask him anything, just make it look as casual as possible.

Great, Yasuda noted to himself as he took the pot out of the cupboard. So tomorrow he can ask for a whole day off. It is unlikely that in such unbearable weather, they will have any work. But knowing their "boss" and his irrepressible "imagination"…

The rain drummed on the glass with double force, lightning struck the lamp post, orange sparks flew.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on:"pov: your room is next to hoodie & masky's"

pov: Morning with Ticci Toby

A cool wind blew from the slightly open window, bringing with it the smell of rain and freshness. A row of lightning flashes flashed in the dark gray sky, thunder grew closer with each peal. Yasuda took a deep breath of moist air, rejoicing that at least for a short time the infernal heat had receded. He was beginning to miss the ever-cool forest with its morning mists. Let it be often cold as in the grave, but at least being there, there was no desire to tear off your skin just to stop feeling the scorching rays of the sun. Reluctantly, Yasuda turned to the old laptop, continuing to browse through the tabs. But still, staying in a temporary parking lot had a plus, you could freely use the Internet and appliances in general. In the paranormal zone, equipment often broke down, and there was no communication at all. They explained to him that it was because of electromagnetic fields or something like that. And of course we must not forget about the influence of their "boss". Fingers tapped on the keyboard, a map of the area in which the sortie was planned was displayed on the screen. It was hoped that it would not be today. There was no desire to wander through the mud. One of the doors slammed softly, and Toby's lanky figure appeared in the dark corridor. Desperately yawning and clicking his joints, he entered the kitchen. A large Spider-Man T-shirt stolen from a local mall made him even more angular, and looked similar a teenager. Especially compared to Yasuda, which is strange considering Toby was a few years older.

-Good morning. - Yasuda greeted and chuckled. I wonder at what point in time the hour of the day became morning for him? Toby nodded as he opened the refrigerator door. After a little thought, took a strawberry drinking yogurt from the top shelf.

-Hoodie said he would rip off the hands of anyone who dared to touch his food. - Yasuda rested his cheek on his hand, watching him.

-W-well, we won't tell him who exactly did it, will we? - Toby flippantly waved away, unscrewing the lid.

-Do you think he won't guess? There aren't many options. - Yasuda arched a skeptical eyebrow. Toby tilted his head back while taking a big sip, then wiped the yogurt left on his upper lip with his hand and shrugged.

-Just s-let's say that Masky did it.

-Hoodie won't believe you.

-Bet? - Toby's face lit up with a mischievous grin. He finished the yogurt to the end and dived into the corridor with an empty bottle. A barely audible click of the lock on the door, and a moment later Toby returns overly pleased.

-You… Wait, did you leave the bottle in the Masky room? - Yasuda lowered his voice to a whisper.

-Yeah. - Toby shrugged nonchalantly as he opened the refrigerator again.

-After all, they will quickly figure everything out, and they will come to our souls.

-By t-then we'll be off somewhere. I s-saw a center with arcade a-machines a block away f-from his. - he drawled dreamily, rummaging through the lower shelves.

-If they pin me to the wall, I'll blame everything on you.

-M… - Toby emerged from the refrigerator with a bag of yesterday's hamburgers in his hands and French fries clearly belonging to Hoodie. - You c-can't do that.

-Why is that? - Yasuda cocked his head to the side with interest.

-Because, - Toby threw French fries in front of the laptop, - you are n-now also an accomplice to the crime. He giggled again and disappeared into the hallway with hamburgers. Yasuda rolled his eyes. It was necessary to return the food to the refrigerator before the others woke up… After hesitating for a second, he opened the package. Toby seems to be a bad influence on him.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: your room is next to ticci toby's"

This author makes really great playlists!

pov: Eyeless Jack is the best doctor in the world

- Ay, that's fu... - Yasuda bit his lip to keep from swearing.

- What a rich vocabulary you have, however. - Jack grinned hoarsely, threading the needle through the skin. - Others give me whole obscene monologues, but you still hold on.

- When will the painkillers already take effect? - Yasuda exhaled, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a trembling hand.

- When, will work then will work. Be grateful that I gave it to you at all. - Jack checked the first few stitches and muttered thoughtfully to himself. - My reserves are not infinite. Considering that you get injured at an enviable frequency, it's surprising that I have anything left of the medicines.

Yasuda leaned his head back on the iron table and shuddered violently, the surface was cold, as well as all the basement rooms. Jack growled something, and asked irritably:

- What's in my words "don't move, otherwise I'll fucking pierce you in the wrong place", don't you understand?

- Yes, everything is clear to me. - Yasuda winced once again, feeling the needle move in his wound. - Simple... It's cold in here.

- But corpses don't rot so fast. - Jack chuckled and ordered, - Now shut up. Don't stop me from working.

Yasuda squeezed his eyes shut, trying to breathe evenly. However, it was not necessary to close your eyes, considering that the room was almost dark. There was only a thin strip of light under one of the doors. In fact, why would a blind person need light? He's doing just fine without him. How well the wound is being sewn up for him, it even seems, with some professional negligence.

The pain was dulling, Yasuda almost did not feel the needle in his skin anymore. Breathing has leveled off.

- Let go of the table.

- What? - Yasuda asked, suddenly realizing that his throat was dry.

- Let go of the table, I'm telling you. I need you to turn around. - Jack repeated with tired irritation.

Yasuda unclenched his numb fingers with difficulty.

He didn't even notice that he was holding onto the table all this time.

Jack continued to stitch up his wound.

It was getting sleepy, but Yasuda tried not to move once again, so as not to annoy Jack even more. And then you never know. Toby told that he was once tied to the operating table. He was not himself, and tried to resist too actively. Then walked for several days with terrible bruises from the ropes.

Footsteps echoed hollowly down the corridor. The voices got closer and became more distinct. It seems, Masky and Hoodies. And the first one was clearly very unhappy. It looks like Hoodie was delaying his visit to Jack again until the last moment. Speaking of which.

- Why is Hoodie so afraid of you? Did you really take a bite out of him after all?

- I'm going to take a bite out of you if you don't shut up.

- And when will I be able to remove the stitches? - Yasuda couldn't bring himself to be silent for some reason. Maybe a side effect of the painkiller?

- I haven't sewed you up yet, and you're already asking about the removal of stitches. - If Jack could, he would probably roll his eyes right now.

- Well...

- When I tell you, then you'll take it off. Now shut up. - Jack shook his head irritably. - You're just like Toby, that jerk talks all the time too. Next time, I'll inject you with a double dose of painkillers, you'll fall asleep and at least you won't bother me.

- The main thing is that I would not fall asleep forever. Yasuda muttered, looking at the opening doors.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: your room is next to eyeless jack's (background noises)"

This author makes really great playlists!

pov: robbing with a proxy

- Well, what idiots... - Masky sighed wearily. Yasuda looked at him blankly, having stopped bandaging his left hand.

- Not you. - the Masky waved away irritably, taking a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his jacket pocket. For a moment, a dim orange light illuminated his frowning face. He took a drag and continued. - Well, what can do there for so long? I said it clearly, they in, took what we needed and quickly left.

- Well, you know Toby. - Yasuda tightened the bandage and hid its end under other layers. - With him, any trip anywhere turns into something else... Adventure.

The Masky snorted and a drag. How long has it been? More than half an hour? There's not a queue in the end, they specifically went to rob the store at night. Masky peeked around the corner, checking to see if their partners were coming. But there was no one. Only the wind drove the wrapper glistening in the light of the lantern. Masky returned to the gateway, standing in his former place leaning against the wall.

Yasuda lowered the sleeve of his jacket, and began to check whether the bandage on his right arm was tight. Well, really, why is the Masky so worried? If they were discovered, the alarm system would have screeched all over, and most likely Toby just hung in front of some department again. Yasuda had already opened his mouth to calm the Masky, but then the silence of the night city was broken by a alarm signal alarm trill. It seems to be a fire alarm.

Masky made a martyred expression on his face, threw his cigarette butt on the ground and, heading for the opposite exit from the alley, commanded:

- Come.

Yasuda hurried after him. It seems that another robbery of the store really turned into an adventure. How did they even manage to light something? Even by accident?

In front, Masky was swearing through his teeth, - "God, why did I deserve this?I'll kill the two of them if they come back."

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: walking in the woods with the proxies (background noises)"

This author makes really great playlists!

pov: a car ride with masky & hoodie

The door slammed, the Masky muttered something about "fucking scrap metal, not a car."

- Come on, you. At least she's still going. - Hoody grunted, starting off. Masky did not answer, turned the radio panel in search of a more or less normal radio station. Finally finding something satisfactory, he leaned back in his seat, rummaging in his jacket pockets for cigarettes.

Yasuda looked out the window at the monotonous landscape of the forest passing by. Suddenly, the car was thrown especially hard on another pothole, had to cling to the door handle so as not to hit my head on the glass.

- Hoodie, fuck. - Masky gripped the seat with one hand.

- what? It's not my fault that we live in the ass of a world without normal roads. - Hoodie turned the steering wheel, then the car drove more calmly. Yasuda shook his head. The trip promised to be very long. English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: a car ride with masky & hoodie ft. jeff for 2 seconds" This author makes really great playlists!

pov: your room is next to jeff the killer's

Something crashed loudly on the floor, followed by Jeff's obscene shout and a new song started playing. Yasuda rubbed his eyes wearily. Well, how much longer will this go on? Not that he was against the musical taste of his neighbor, sometimes even came across good tracks. But to turn on the music at such a volume in… The bright light of the phone blinded him for a moment. …At twelve o'clock at night, it was just the height of swinishness. However, Jeff has always been such a pig, Yasuda grunted, turning over on his side. No, he really understands everything, most of the people in the house lead a predominantly nocturnal lifestyle and usually no one cares about such things. Well, is it really so difficult to show at least a drop of respect? At least so that you don't get your face stuffed again. Speaking of fights… An unintelligible voice, it seems Jack or Hoodie, and Jeff's sharp response: "Shut up!" The noise of the beginning showdowns drowned out Rihanna's track. Lying on the bed, Yasuda stared into the darkness, not noticing how his right leg began to swing to the beat of the music. "How do they say that? Can't win, join in?" He pushed the blanket aside, fumbling for his sneakers under the bed. Usually Yasuda didn't interfere in other people's fights, it was more expensive for himself, but hey. Didn't he deserve a little performance as compensation for all the sleepless nights? The main thing is not to come close, otherwise they might accidentally hurt you, Yasuda chuckled to himself, opening the door to the corridor.

English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for mistakes.

Written based on: "pov: your room is next to jeff the killer's (background noises)" This author makes really great playlists!