February 5, 2023

[Wes jolts awake to a rapid knocking on his door. He stumbles out of his bed and heads to the door. He opens it while trying scratching his head and squinting at the sunlight] I was sleeping in today, what do you want?

[A police officer is standing in the door] Are you Wesley Morrissey?

[Wes's eyes adjust as he stares a bit in surprise] Uhhh...yeah?

[The officer gets out a pair of handcuffs] You are being arrested for probable cuase of commiting first degree murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. [Wes is handcuffed as he tries to proccess what's happening]

[Wes] W-What???

[The officer begins leading Wes outside. Surrounding his apartment is several cop cars and officers. He's brought to the back of a cop car as a couple of officers head into his apartment with their guns drawn]

[Wes] What's happening?!? What murder???

[The officer closes the car door] You are being arrested and taken in for questioning.

[The officer gets in the driver's seat and grabs the radio. He begins speaking to disbatch. Wes watches before looking over at the other passanger door. To his surprise its open. Back in an alley he sees Julian who holfs a finger over her mouth. She then holds out her wrists. Wes glances down to see the handcuffs are gone. Wes glances back up at Julian. She's still smiling as she holds out Wes's bracelet in view and moves as if laughing. Wes checks his wrist and his bracelet is gone. He looks back at the distracted officer] What the hell is happening...

[The officer glances back at Wes and raises his voice at seeing the door open and cuffs gone] HEY

[Wes panics and bolts out the door towards Julian and down an alley]

[Julian bolts around the corner as Wes gives chase] JULIAN SLOW DOWN [They turn another corner and Julian is peeking down at Wes from the roof. Wes looks up] How the hell do you keep doing that?!?

[An officer turns the corner and spots Wes] 

[Wes] I DIDN'T STEAL ANY BOATS- [Wes quickly starts climbing up the brick wall as Julian watches

[Wes struggles to get his hands on the ledge as Julian stands above him. The cop yells from below as he draws a tazor] STOP

[Julian giggles some before kicking at Wes's face. His hands slip as he falls] -JULIAN [He hits the ground quicker than he expected. The wind is knocked out if him as he looks around. He's no longer in the alley but instead a small grave yard in town. He can hear the police sirens in the distance] What the heck???

[He gets up and dusts himself off while catching his breath] Julian?

[Someone speaks from nearby] And what are you doing here?

[Wes quickly looks in the voice's direction to see Lock perched up in a tree. He pauses, unsure of the answer himself] Well uh, I'm being chased by the police? I think I've been framed for something?

[Lock hops down from the tree and almost trips. She regains her balence] What happened?

[Wes takes a deep breath] I woke up to police at my door and I saw Julian, and the cuffs were gone, and I ran, and now I'm here???

[Lock stares in confusion before shaking her head] That's...not my problem? I gotta go to the camp thing at Blair's house

[Lock starts to walk past him as he goes to follow] Uh- yeah me too

[They walk down the sidewalk as Lock glances at him] I thought you were busy being framed.

[Wes] I could see if Franky could help out. She gave Willis my dads ID card and got me in this mess so maybe she knows what to do about police

[Lock snickers] Typically you don't run? You just made it so much worse by doing that

[Wes] It wasn't on purpose, I panicked

[Lock] On purpose or not, they saw you running from police

[Wes sighs] Whatever. I'm not running next time

[Lock] Also, if you go asking Blair things about me at the meet up I'm hiring Mads to forfill any of her assortment threats.

[Wes smirks] Don't count on it Locky

[Lock] Can you stop calling me that?

[Wes] Why not? It's a perfectly cute name for a perfectly cute you

[Lock grumbles to herself and looks away to hide her face]

[Wes] Oh? Did that compliment get to ya?

[Lock sounds a bit flustered] It's just a compliment. Anyone would get blindsided by that

[Wes smiles] You know what else anyone would get blindsided by?

[Lock] What.

[Wes]You wanna be my girlfriend?

[Lock starts to snicker, the giggle, then laugh. Wes's smile slowly lowers some as the laughing persists. He tilts his head some] Is that a uh...a yes?

[Lock shakes her head as he wipes some tears from her eyes] Hell no. Not even a chance. You honestly like me?

[Wes's ears fold back] Well...yeah?

[Lock] I haven't even treated you with hint of kindness, you chopped off my tail, you stole that bracelet from me, you ignore that I don't want to be touched and hug me anyways, you mock me while dressed as a fool infront of everyone in public, and you think you would have a chance?

[Wes stays quiet]

[Lock scoffs] You're absurd! Why would I say yes to you?

[Wes chokes back some tears as he avoids eye contact]...uhm...I don't know

[Lock shakes her head] Evidently. This isn't some fairytale were you get the girl you want just cause you know her name. It's alot more complicated than that

[They reach Blair's house. Its a simple two story home with a small garden. Wes swallows his pride for now] Right.

[Lock has a devilish grin as she holds open the door for him] After you lover boy

[Wes heads inside] Don't tell anyone about it. Please.

[They enter the livingroom to see Usha, Julian, and Blair sitting and chatting over a tea set. The house is decorated with plastic flowers and picture frames. Blair is a taller red panda with a few feathers that stick out from her fur. She wears a white anf blue cloth mask over her mouth. Unlike Lock, her tail is long, stripped, and well cared for. She gently knits with talon like claws and smiles with her eyes as she's the new guests] So that's four guests, are we still missing one?

[Franky nods] Yeah Jemia was suposed to be here by now. So this is Wes and Lock

[Wes gives a small awkward wave before going to sit down quietly. Lock freezes in place and nervously smiles. Blaire squints at Lock] Locky? My my my! I almost didn't recognize you with that Winter ciat you've grown out. If you'd like I could trim your fur for you

[Lock quickly shakes her head] No thank you

[Blair raises an eyebrow] No?...first Kaz leaves a note making me believe you are dead and now you're refusing a free hair cut?

[Usha] Wait...Lock I thought you lived with your mother

[Lock tilts her head] Uh, no I ran away. Kaz never said I died. He specificaly wrote, Lock and I are running away

[Blair] Yeah, running away upstate means you've died

[Lock blinks in surprise] THAT'S PETS!?! Not people?!?

[Blair] How was I suposed to know that? And why would you ever want to run away? I thought I made a good home for you but aparently it wasnt good enough

[Usha looks worried] Where have you been sleeping?

[Blair scoffs] Where she's been sleeping?!? What about how I've been sleeping? I've been moarning the loss of my only child for goodness sake!

[Usha rolls his eyes] Oh good greif...

[Blair] Greif isn't good! It's painful. I've barely been able to clean the house I'm so greif striken!

[Everyone glances at the fairly clean house in confusion]

[Blair] But I'm so glad my little girl is finally back home safe and sound

[Lock]...about that

[Blair] What is it pumpkin?

[Lock] I'm staying gone.

[Blair gently sets her knitting aside] What was that dear? Can you speak up?

[Lock speaks clearly] I'm not coming back after this visit today and there's nothing you can do about it.

[Blaire thinks for a moment as everyone watches in uncertain suspense]

[Blair gets up] And respect that decision. Please excuse me while I go cry in my room

[Blair calmly leaves the room. Everyone is quiet for a moment, waiting for the tension to relax. Wes speaks up] So, Franky. You wouldn't know what to do if the police were after me would you?

[Franky instantly bilts out of the front door without missing a beat. Wes hums] Hm. That's an answer I guess

[Usha] If we have to do one more camping trip I'm going to scream.

[Wes] Why would we do another one?

[Usha] Cause you've ruined all of them up to this point

[Wes pouts] Last I checked you ruined the last one cause you slept in

[Usha has a bit of bite to his tone] I was up late and someone unplugged my alarm clock.

[Julian gives Usha a side eye as Usha takes a deep breath. He maintains his composure] Last I checked you still messed up three of them

[Wes] Three?!? How???

[Usha] This one, the one where you pulled the gun, and the one awhile back when you chopped off Lock's tail...er...no offense Lock

[Lock nods] None taken

[Wes laughs] This one??? This one was wrecked by her [He points to Lock]

[Usha mumbles] -mispoke, uh

[Lock chimes in] Oh I'M the one who ruined it? Last I checked you ruined it for me first

[Wes stands up] We aren't talking about that right now

[Lock] The fuck we aren't.

[Wes starts to walk up stairs] I'm letting you two calm down before you do anything you regret

[Lock growls as she follows him up the stairs] You're the one who made the regrets and you better fucking face them

[Wes stops on the second floor and folds his arms] Oh honey you don't wanna play this game with me.

[Usha and Julian follow nervously. Lock rolls her head in annoyance] Oh wow! First you ask me out and now you're calling me honey? You're a creep!

[Wes smiles] Then I guess you don't mind Usha and Julian knowing about your insecurities [Lock snarls and cleches her fists as Wes keeps going] You have a prostetic arm, your full name is Hemlock Winthrop Whim which honestly sounds like a cartoon character, your tail curls when you're scared, you pretend to be dumb than you are to make others happy when in reality you don't need to pretend to be dumb...we all know you are, and you hate yourself more than anyone in this room to the degree that you set yourself up for failure like some sad game of revenge. Oh and one more thing! [Wes gets up close and personal as he continues] You're a declaw due to being an experiment at the manor, you think you're sneaky about it but I know you started the fire, and maybe next time you commit a masacre don't post it on twitter for the world to see your dirty laundry [Wes sweetly smiles]

[There's a strong feeling of bad luck as Wes see's Lock's eyes full of rage between her hair. Lock shoves Wes aside and throws the window open. Wes stumbles some as Lock grabs him by the colar of his sweater and yanks him to her face] How's this for a game of revenge? [Lock picks Wes up and holds him over her head with ease as Wes flails]

[Wes]!!!!

[Lock hurdles Wes out of the open window with a powerful throw]

[Wes finds himself in a golden field of grass]

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