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It was just a normal afternoon, the birds still chirping somehow, people yelling for a Taco at BloxyBell and there's this 5 group of 2nd generation members living in a same household. But something happened. And uhm..
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"SERA, WE'RE LATE, WE GOTTA PICK SEN FROM THE FOOTBALL CLUB! AND WE HAVE ANOTHER ANTI NIGHT MEETING IN JUST 2 MORE HOURS!!" Sean yelled from across the household, struggling to wear his helmet due to the wings on his head. Seraphina ran to the kitchen, grabbing the car keys as her halo spun furiously in concern. "Shit, Sean c'mon! We can't be late, otherwise he'll end up staying at Charlie's house!"
Seraphina put on her usual suit, adjusted her hair bun and urged Sean to hurry up. Sean finally got his helmet on, stripping on his fur coat and his boots.
Now who the hell forget to pick up Senprista after they promised that they'll pick him right on time so he could finish the script for his upcoming video just before the meeting? Okay, they were late because they slept in. Yeah, it's Saturday whaddya expect?
Both of them ran outside to the porch, starting the car as it whirred to life and left. Forkdudes stood at the door, watching them drove out of sight. "They forgot the door left open and me here. My bills are too high for this. I better get ready for the meeting." He said, closing the front door.
As for Senprista, he waited outside the building, back hunched on the bench to play roblox on his phone. He's kinda annoyed by how the amount of 5 minutes he's wasting just to wait but he couldn't pay no less anyways. He lost on some round in the game, making him groan in annoyance and shuts the phone off. "I couldn't believe mum agreed them to babysit me. I'm almost an adult! I could drive on my own..but mum won't let me!" He grumbled, bouncing off one leg as he continue to ramble to himself.
Meanwhile with Sean and Seraphina, they're driving as fast as they could to get to the destination, with Seraphina on the phone giving directions. "Left! No wait, right! Shit, it's left sorry!" Sean followed Seraphina's directions when all of a sudden...
SHAKK!
A bullet pierced past through the car window, almost hitting Seraphina. Both of them tensed up, shocked from the bullet. Sean spoke up, voice cold. "Sera, the gun." Seraphina let out a sudden breath. "You..have paid your debts to the Roblox HQ this year..right..?" She asked, body trembling. More gunshots hit their car, and they knew they were being chased already. Sean drove faster, his grips tightening on the steering wheel. "If that dude wants some murder, then we should shove them in their ass. Sera, take out the rifle and don't hesitate to shoot."
"wait we have a fucking RIFLE IN THIS CAR??!"
"Take out the rifle and shoot them."
"BABE, THIS IS SERIOUS. WHY DO WE HAVE A RIFLE IN THE CA—"
"TAKE IT OUT, HONEY. RISK IT OR WE DIE."
Seraphina hesitated before taking out the rifle at the corner left. She rolls down the car window, peeking her head out to aim the rifle at the shooter while Sean drove even more faster. Her finger hovered near the trigger, steadying her aim at the shooter. At first, she missed and also missed a couple of times because of how Sean literally went all directions like bro—are they playing airsoft or what? "BABY SLOW DOWN! WE DON'T WANNA RISK GETTING OTHER PEOPLE INJURED!" She says, eyes between the rifle and the shooter for more precised aim. "JUST SHOOT HIM ALREADY!"
"FINE!"
Seraphina pulled the trigger, praying to whatever divine being is listening to her that she hit them..and it did. It shot through their head, making her flinch. She rolled up the car window and leaned back to the seat. "I'm never touching a damn rifle or a gun again." She whispered.
And as they reached their destination, Senprista was still locked in petting a random cat apparently he found beside his leg. Sean honked the car horn, signaling Senprista to enter quickly.H e sat on the car seat, looking at the broken car window. "..what the fuck happened to the window of my PARENT'S CAR?" he asked, mouth wide open in disbelief. "Uhm...long story short—we got chased by a shooter." Sean awkwardly explained, a hand coming up to rub his neck.
"WHAT!? OH YOU'RE SO GOING TO PAY THIS."