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Masterlist | Characters: Felix (he/him), Winola (she/her), Ensio (he/him), Ilona (she/her), Akali (he/him), Della (she/her), Jimbo (he/him), Jambo (he/him), Cadi (she/her), Ovia (she/her), Letha (she/her)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

Akali’s house was huge.

The place could’ve been a mansion. It was immediately noticeable as soon as Felix made his way down the sidewalk, standing at least a floor or two higher than all the others along the street, with large room additions jutting out, just contributing to its massive size. Their garage and driveway had to be double the size of the rest, wrapping around the corner of the street, all fenced by round, well-trimmed bushes. Felix hopped up the front steps, a car pulling into the driveway behind him. Winola was in the front, along with a woman who must’ve been her mother. Slowly, she got out, with her usual sour expression, like the mere thought of being alive disgusted her. Felix smiled at her as she reluctantly trudged towards him, joining him at the door.

He knocked, and the door swung open, revealing an older girl with long dark blue hair and red eyes similar to Akali’s, holding it open with a smile - Akali’s older sister, Ilona. “Hi Felix, and you must be the other babysitter.” She turned to Winola.

Winola gave her a nod. “Come on in.” Ilona said, to which she opened the door wider, allowing the both of them in.

Inside, five little kids were quietly reading in the living room, seated on a couple wide leather couches with fluffy pillows and large blankets draped over the backs. They ranged in age, the oldest being two twin boys with ginger hair and freckles who must’ve been around ten, and the youngest no more than two, sitting on one of her sisters lap, the final sibling curled up next to them.

Felix glanced around the house, which seemed to be even more vast on the inside. Even though he’d known Akali for the past eleven years, he’d never actually been inside his house, or met any of his siblings besides Ensio and Ilona once or twice when they were younger. His house was extremely nice and clean, which didn’t really surprise Felix, seeing as Akali was the biggest germaphobe he knew, the countertops almost sparkling and all their furniture expensive and high quality, not a single piece of dust to be seen.

Akali was all suited up, standing next to his parents and an older guy, also with dark blue hair and red eyes. Ensio, his older brother. Akali glanced to Felix with a small nod, then to Winola, looking both shocked to see her yet also relieved at the same time. “We’ll be home at around seven.” He said, as his parents, Ilona and Ensio all started to head towards the door. “That’s Jimbo, Jambo, Cadi, Letha, and Ovia.” Ensio added, pointing to each of the kids.

Akali’s mom turned and said something in Korean to all the kids, and they waved goodbye, probably the most well behaved children Felix had ever seen.

“Oh, and don’t burn the house down.” Ensio said with a grin, the last one out the door. His eyes flickered towards his younger brothers and then to Felix and Winola, but it was very unclear as to who the message was directed at.

Felix eyed Winola and shrugged, the latter looking lost at how quiet and calm Akali’s siblings were. Her expression now appeared to be even more miserable, like she wished she could just be anywhere except babysitting Akali’s siblings with him.

Suddenly, Jimbo and Jambo looked up from their book in unison, making direct eye contact with the two of them. Felix grinned at the two brothers.

“Why’s your head so big?” Jambo questioned him, as Jimbo said bluntly to Winola, “You smell like a forest.”

“Why are you wearing a cowboy hat?” Felix countered.

“Cause cowboys are cool, unlike you.” Jambo shot back, speaking in a thick country accent, which was very obviously fake.

Felix jumped onto the couch beside him, undeterred. “What are you reading?”

Jambo lifted up the huge book, which was so hefty in size that he seemed to be struggling with its weight. Looking at it closer, Felix found it was actually a university-level textbook labelled ‘The Wonders and Profits of Agriculture’. Felix wasn’t even sure he’d be able to sit through that, much less a ten-year-old kid.

Hiding his complete and utter disbelief, he continued to smile at Jambo. “That’s interesting! You like farming?”

Jambo raised an eyebrow, giving him the side eye. “Do you not like farming?”

Felix shrugged. “Farming’s fun, I’m sure.”

“You don’t know how to farm, do you?” Jambo said, still staring at him pointedly. Felix had never felt so much animosity coming from a kid before.

“Actually, I’m an expert.”

Jambo crossed his arms for a moment. “Then let’s have a farm-off.”

“And where are we going to do that?” Felix eyed him. He had been babysitting since he was probably eleven, but there was something about Akali’s siblings that was so very odd. Jimbo was going onto Winola about living in the wilderness and surviving getting mauled by wolves, which Winola didn’t seem very interested in. Letha, Cadi, and Ovia still read their books on the separate couch, relatively quiet and calm.

“In the backyard.” Jambo said, like it was obvious. He set his heavy textbook down on the couch and walked over to Jimbo, who was still retelling his and Jambo’s adventures in the wild. Jimbo turned, and they exchanged a few looks, seeming to be telepathically communicating, before nodding and heading towards the backyard. Slowly, Letha, Cadi, and Ovia followed.

They all made it to the door, their backyard coming into view. Felix found himself staring at two acres of land stretching out, along with a beautiful garden blooming with different vegetables and plants. There was more bushes lining the perimeter of the property, growing along with tall trees and vibrant flowers.

Jimbo and Jambo lead them out further, towards a large stretching path of fresh soil. There were two buckets of potatoes placed by the soil, and Jimbo and Jambo both grabbed one.

“The challenge is to plant as many potatoes as you can in five minutes.” Jimbo explained, handing Felix a bucket. “It’s you verses Jambo. Winola and I will be judges.”

Jimbo headed over next to Winola, who was staring off into the distance, completely miserable. “You will be rated on four categories. Speed, presentation, amount, and technique. You can pick which field you would like. Each bucket has forty potatoes, so we’ll count the leftovers and subtract them from the total. Get ready at the count of five.”

Felix lined up on the left field, Jambo taking the right. He had a determined, fiery look in his eyes, scanning the field like his life depended on it.

Jimbo started to count down, finally yelling “GO!” and Jambo immediately spurred into action.

Felix watched as he started to plant at lightning speed, moving throughout the field, but not sloppily, each potato placed with care. By the time Felix had started, trying to replicate him, Jambo was already half way done with his bucket.

The rest of Akali’s siblings watched in awe, mesmerized by Jambo’s skill. It was only three minutes in but he had already planted every single potato, turning back to fix up the soil while he waited for the timer to finish.

“TIME IS UP!” Jimbo called out just as Felix was rushedly finishing with his bucket. The two of them stood back, as Jimbo yanked Winola down to eye level and whispered to her.

They conversed for a bit, before Jimbo walked up to them again. “Okay, we have come to a very obvious and not surprising decision!” Jimbo called. “The winner is Jambo, who scored a perfect ten out of ten on every category!”

Everyone cheered and clapped (minus Winola) and the siblings ran over to Jambo, congratulating him and celebrating.

“SUCK IT YOU BOWL CUT LOSER!” They screamed, all before running back inside.

Winola looked like she was trying not to laugh. The two of them followed the kids back in, heading back into the living room where the five were all jumping and running around, pumped up from Jambo’s win.

“Do you guys wanna play Magical Kingdom?” Asked Letha, looking up at them with a smile.

“Sure.” Felix sat down on the couch. “How does Magical Kingdom go?”

“I’m the Queen, Jimbo and Jambo are knights, and Cadi and Ovia are princesses! Then I fight the evil Dioles using my magical powers because I’m a good Diole!”

“A good Diole?”

“Yeah!” Letha said with a grin. “And then I use my powers to fight the bad guys!”

“What powers do you have?”

“I’ll show you!” Letha swung back, jumping up and decking Felix in the face. Felix blinked, too taken aback to even react.

Jimbo and Jambo burst into a fit of giggles and Letha dashed off, sprinting up the stairs with a huge grin on her face.

“Wait, Letha!” Felix jumped up from his spot on the couch, still too in shock to think logically. “Get back down here!”

She glanced back once to smile at him cheekily, running into a room near the top of the stairs. Felix followed her up, immediately getting the door slammed in his face.

“Letha?” Felix entered, glancing around wildly for her.

Letha was giggling, sitting in someone’s lap.

It was a girl, with long blue hair pulled up into a ponytail, a few strands framing her face. Her eyes were a startling crimson-red. She turned to Felix as Letha started to laugh even louder, mouth dropping wide open.

“GET OUT!” She screamed, leaping up and body-checking him with all her force. At the same time, Jimbo and Jambo darted into the room, hopping onto Felix’s back with wide grins, like they had been planning to do this the whole time.

Letha kicked him in the crotch, chomping down on his leg. Jimbo yanked at his hair. Jambo tickled him.

Felix stumbled back a bit, still kind of shocked how these kids could go from perfectly well and behaved to completely out of control in just a blink of an eye.

“If you three don’t stop I’m going to have to tell your parents about this.” He said, finding his voice again and trying to shove Jimbo and Jambo off of his back and fight off Letha at the same time.

Jimbo and Jambo pressed both of their thumbs into his eyes, giggling.

“OW!” He screamed, doubling over in pain.

Jimbo and Jambo didn’t give him one second to recover. Using their wilderness skills from being homeless wanderers, they tied him up with rope, Letha still chomping down anywhere she could reach.

Jambo started to tie a noose.

Felix pushed the ropes away, snatching the noose from his hands and throwing it across the room. He couldn’t believe these kids.

The three of them continued to attack him, all with surprisingly good stamina. Jambo bit him with his buck teeth. Jimbo swung around on his back. Letha kicked him and stomped on his feet. The girl - one of Akali’s younger sisters, what was her name? - just stood there and watched, giggling at the scene.

“If you three don’t start to behave you’re going to be in a lot of trouble.” Felix warned, elbowing Letha away.

“‘You’re going to be in a lot of trouble.’” Jimbo repeated in a high-pitched tone, smirking.

Just then, Jimbo’s eyes landed on the person who had just joined them at the doorway: Winola. He nudged Jambo, and the two twins hopped off of Felix like nothing had even happened. “That was fun! Let’s go eat now!” They linked arms and skipped back down the stairs.

Letha followed her brothers, and Winola gave Felix a curt nod, heading back down with the kids.

Akali’s younger sister was the only one to stay back. Della. That was her name, he was sure. She lingered in her spot, watching her siblings skip down next to Winola with a look that was almost… wistful.

“Sorry for bothering you.” Felix looked at her guiltily, patting down his poor now-messed up hair.

Della opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to say something, before deciding better of it. She glanced at her feet, giving him a quick nod.

“Della, right?” He gave her a smile.

Della nodded again, slowly leading him out, still not daring to say anything. Felix took the hint and gave her a quick wave, heading back downstairs to the rest of the kids.

He found them in the kitchen, gathered around the table, eating their yogurt tubes contentedly.

Jimbo looked up towards Felix and Winola again. “So what are we doing next?”

“What do you guys like to do for fun?” Felix asked, plopping himself down in a chair.

“We like to play hide and seek!”

“And juggle!”

“And cook!”

“And dress up!”

“And go outside!”

“So which one do you want to do first?” Felix asked with a smile.

“You guys can decide.” Jimbo and Jambo chimed in unison.

Felix turned to Winola. “What do you wanna do, Winola?”

“I’m fine with whatever.” Winola shrugged.

“Then we can go outside!”

“YAY!”

The siblings jumped out of their seats, excitedly running to put their shoes on.

Once the eight of them had gotten their shoes on, with Jimbo wearing flip-flops, Jambo wearing cowboy boots, Letha in runners, Cadi in crocs, Ovia in cute baby shoes, Felix in his shiny dress shoes, and Winola in her plain red hightop converses, Felix unlocked the door, leading them all out.

“Do you want to go to the park?” Cadi asked, grabbing onto Winola’s hand.

“If you want to.” Winola replied, feeling awkward to be holding this kids hand.

Cadi grabbed Felix’s hand with her other. “What about you, Mr. Ugly?”

“Sure!” Felix grinned, ignoring the Mr. Ugly comment.

As soon as the park came into view the kids ran off, all grinning big and excitedly going to play, leaving Winola and Felix standing in silence.

“Do you remember that one guy from Alzena and my Foods class?” Winola asked, cutting through the awkward atmosphere.

Felix turned to her and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I don’t have Foods with you guys.”

“The guy you beat up.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm…” Felix paused, racking his brain for which guy out of the many that he had gotten into a fight with this week that might have been. A memory resurfaced: Standing over a guy with a bloody face, his expression twisted up with pain as he groaned on the ground. “Oh! Yeah.” He nodded at her.

“He wants to fight you in the forest after school on Monday. You don’t have to go, I just thought I’d let you know.”

Felix grinned, his eyes twinkling with a crazed sort of light. “Oh, I’m going.”

An hour later, after the kids had finally finished playing, Felix and Winola led the siblings back to the house, walking up Akali’s gigantic driveway and swinging the door open.

Della sat on the couch with a bag of chips, watching some cartoon that Felix didn’t recognize. “Hi, Della.” He said, kicking off his shoes and following Winola along with the rest of the kids into the living room.

She looked up at them excitedly. “Hi, welcome ba-!”

As soon as she spotted Felix and Winola she paled, her expression closing off. “Um, I’m going back up.” She sprinted back up to her room without another word - or even a glance - at the rest of them, her door clicking shut quickly the only sound to be heard.

“See you later?” Felix mumbled confusedly.

“Let’s watch TV now!” The siblings cheered, all taking off their shoes and neatly putting them away before hopping onto the couch. Jambo clicked on Peppa Pig and the five of them were instantly hooked, sitting quietly and behaving.

Another hour of surprisingly peaceful silence passed, before Jimbo jumped up. “Let’s go play in the backyard!”

Felix and Winola were led to another section of Akali’s impossibly large backyard, this time containing a tennis court along with a shed and a garden.

Felix plopped himself down next to Letha as Jimbo and Jambo ran to the tennis court, grinning at each other, and Cadi and Ovia skipped off to play in the garden.

Letha hummed a cute little song, swinging her feet around. “Hey Letha?” Felix turned to her.

“Yes?” She looked up at him curiously.

“Do you know why Della acted weird when we came in?”

“Cause she’s not supposed to be out.”

Felix stared at her, puzzled. “Why?”

“Cause she’s dangerous.”

“Why is she dangerous?” Felix asked, feeling nervous now.

Letha shrugged. “Don’t know.”

“She’s not allowed out, ever?”

“No, just when we have people over.” She shook her head no and looked back up to the house. “Look she’s in the window over there!” Letha pointed up to the window, where Della was watching Jimbo and Jambo play, looking like she wanted to join them.

That was before she spotted Felix. Instantly she ducked out of view.

Felix frowned. “I think maybe we should ask her to join us.” He said, turning back to Letha. “It seems unfair that she has to stay inside all by herself.” He stood up and stretched. “Do you want to come with me Letha, or stay here?”

“Stay here.” She went back to singing her little tune.

With a quick look over his shoulder to make sure that Winola was okay with the rest of the kids, Felix left Letha sitting in the shade and headed back into the house.

He padded through the living room and up the stairs, finally coming to a stop in front of her door.

“Della?”

There was shifting behind the door, the sound of something shuffling around, before Della’s answer finally came. “Uh, yeah?”

“Um,” Felix cleared his throat, feeling very awkward all of a sudden. “Do you want to play tennis with Jimbo, Jambo and me?”

The door instantly swung open, slamming against the wall with a bang. Della stood there, face bright with excitement, crimson-red eyes lit up.

“Really?!” She exclaimed.

He nodded slowly, to which she grabbed onto his hand, practically flying down the stairs and outside, dragging him along.

They burst out the back door, and all the siblings looked up in surprise, Jimbo and Jambo abandoning their tennis game to run up to Della and Felix, with Cadi, Letha, and Ovia trailing not far behind, leaving Winola at her spot in the shade.

“I thought mom said you weren’t allowed out!”

“It’s only for a little bit!” Della said, bouncing on her toes in enthusiasm, not paying Jambo’s concerns any attention.

“But what if you get hurt?”

“I’ll be fiiine.” Della waved away Jimbo and Jambo, giving them a reassuring smile.

Felix eyed her, furrowing his eyebrows. “Hurt?” He repeated, slight worry setting in now. Akali hadn’t warned him about anything to do with Della - or any of his other siblings, for that matter. He had to admit that Della was the strangest out of the six, staying locked up in her room while her younger siblings played and roamed freely through the house, but it was nothing that concerned him. Or, nothing that had concerned him. “You’ll get hurt if you stay out here?”

“No!” Della grabbed Jimbo’s discarded tennis racket, not meeting his eyes. “Now hurry up so we can play!”

Felix picked up a racket reluctantly, giving her a look. “You’re sure?”

Della spun the racket around, nodding eagerly. Slowly, Felix stepped onto the court, grabbing a ball, a lingering sense of dread hanging in the air. “You can start.” She grinned at him, looking nothing but overjoyed to finally be out of her room and playing with her siblings.

Felix paused for a moment, hesitant. Something about this felt so… wrong. He couldn’t place what, but he had a horrible feeling about this game, about Della. He tried to push away his doubts and worries, tried to brush off the weird feeling he was getting.

It was just a game of tennis. Nothing that bad could happen with just one game.

Felix rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath, getting into stance and serving the ball in a sharp arc towards Della. She perfectly hit it back, the ball sent zipping towards him.

He smacked it towards her again, forgetting to be worried for a second and just getting lost in the game. Surprisingly, Della was an amazing tennis player. She didn’t allow the ball to fall once, spiking it back towards his side with a powerful stroke, reacting in mere milliseconds each time.

They continued to play, practically silent; the rest of the siblings watching intently, enraptured in the game, tension tight in the air as Felix and Della shot it back and forth.

Suddenly, a sound caught Della off-guard, and she glanced away, distracted. At the same very moment, Felix spiked the ball in her direction, too wrapped up in the game to stop.

The ball hit Della square in the face.

Felix was left to watch in shock as she flew through the air, skidding across the pavement and finally landing on the cement in a heap.

She didn’t get up.

Felix’s stomach dropped to his knees. In an instant he was at her side, discarding his racket and sprinting over. “Are you okay?” He asked, face wide with panic, fear taking over.

Della didn’t respond.

She was sprawled out awkwardly, lying still on the ground, unconscious.

“Della?” He asked again, shaking her lightly this time. He pushed back her hair, and her head lolled to the side, her body completely limp.

Fortunately, her head seemed to be fine, much to Felix’s relief, her face not even scratched up from her fall.

Felix scanned the rest of her body, searching for any injuries she might have gotten. There was a small scrape, barely even noticeable, on her exposed arm. It was barely even that, not much more than a scratch. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed by a bandaid once they went back inside. He sighed with relief.

Blood started to violently seep out of it.

Felix’s eyes went big. The blood spilled down around them, pouring onto the court, despite the cut being small in size.

Immediately he was ripping off his blazer, wrapping it tightly around her arm and pressing down, applying pressure to the cut.

Winola watched him silently, the kids all gathered around her, staring down at Felix and their sister in shock.

“Should we call their parents?” She asked, voice quiet.

Felix nodded, keeping the pressure on the scrape. He whipped out his phone and speed-dialled Akali.

The blood was pitch black now, soaking through his jacket. It raised into the air and waved around, slinking around him.

Akali picked up on the second dial. “Hello?”

All of Felix’s common sense went out the window. “AKALI?” He screamed into the phone, forgetting how he was supposed to stay calm in these situations, how he was supposed to be the adult here. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR SISTERS BLOOD? WHAT THE HELL DIDN’T YOU TELL ME.”

Felix could hear shuffling and movement on the other side of the line, along with hushed whispers. “What the hell happened?” Akali hissed, finally responding after the longest five seconds of his entire life.

“I don’t know!” Felix’s voice raised an octave as the black substance - which couldn’t be classified as blood anymore - continued to float higher up, completely drenching his jacket. “We were playing tennis! She got hit by the ball and fell! And her blood is moving around? Blood isn’t supposed to do that!” He screeched. “AKALI, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER?”

“Move her to her room right now. And board the door underneath.” Akali’s voice came, firmly but urgently.

Felix jumped up, scooping Della into his arms and completely forgetting about the rest of the kids, abandoning them with Winola as he ran back into the house, slamming the back door behind him.

The black substance started to wrap around him, slowly tightening around his wrists, working its way up his arms.

Felix bolted up the stairs, the black spreading and covering him, squeezing around his torso. “AKALI, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH HER.” He screamed, trying to fight it off.

“We’re on our way home. Board the door and don’t let anyone near it.”

He found his way into her room again, swinging the door shut with a bang and laying Della down as gently as he could when her blood was wrapping around him.

She did not stir.

He glanced around, desperation setting in as he tried to find something, anything, that he could use to board the door.

The black started to warp away from both Felix and Della, shaping and moving until it formed into a humanoid figure. Felix watched in absolute horror, the room fading around him, Akali’s voice suddenly sounding very faraway.

“Akali.” He whispered, voice shaking. “She’s doing your… thing.”

“My thing?”

“You know what I’m fucking talking about, Akali!” Felix’s voice cracked. He couldn’t move from his spot on the floor, Della laid down next to him, the shadowy creature looming over them, glaring at him with unblinking hollow eyes.

It was fully separate from Della and Felix now, standing at about five feet tall, its figure distorting, dark smoke flickering around it, seeming to bend and shape the air around them, like it was sucking all the darkness in, the temperature dripping rapidly.

“Who are you?” It opened its mouth, voice crackling as it stared right into Felix’s eyes.

Felix screamed, frozen in terror.

“I said, who are you?” It repeated, approaching closer to him, its voice lowering dangerously.

“Felix.” Felix said, but the word was barely even a whisper, more like a squeak. Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to run, to hide, yet he found himself trapped under the gaze of the shadow monster, stuck in place.

“I don’t recognize you.” It stepped away now, raising a smoky hand.

“I’m Akali’s friend.” Felix was shaking all over, completely petrified.

“No,” It tilted its head, the darkness around it started to whip around, wind blowing Felix’s hair back. “Akali’s friend is Bliss. Not Felix.”

“We’re friends.” Felix said, but it came out like a question, his voice incredibly small.

“Goodbye.” Its palm started to inverse. The wind picked up, slicing at his face and skin, darkness surrounding him in nothing but black. Della wasn’t visible anymore. Felix felt a tugging sensation, like he was being pulled in by his very core. A black hole ripped open through the air.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY!” Akali screamed from the phone speaker.

Felix scrambled into a portal, landing on the other side of the room. The wind was too disorienting, pitch black shadows forming all around him, blood rushing in his ears. The creature swiped its palm at him, a dark orb shooting out, aimed straight for his head.

He ducked, landing in a roll a few feet away. The orb exploded, the air around it twisting and warping before being sucked in.

Somehow Winola had found her way upstairs. She was standing at the door, almost being picked up by the wind, struggling to back away, slowly getting dragged into the creature’s palm. The kids were nowhere to be seen.

Felix sprinted towards her, shoving her through a portal, the both of them landing in a pile back downstairs.

The creature was already behind them.

“Where are the kids?” It asked, dark void eyes staring at the back door.

“I’LL KILL YOU!” Felix screamed, portalling in between it and the door, knowing he’d rather die than let it go near the rest of Akali’s siblings.

“Kill…. Me…?” It stopped, the air turning ten times colder, sending shivers down Felix’s back. All the hairs on his neck stood straight up.

“Kill me…?” It repeated, the wind picking up again, shaking the house, blowing the furniture into the walls. The middle of its body twisted, contorting into an endless black hole. “Kill Della…?”

“LEAVE HER ALONE!”

“YOU leave her alone.” It raised its fists, the ground sinking underneath him, disintegrating to nothing but shadow, his shoes engulfed by black smoke.

“I NEVER EVEN BOTHERED HER!” Felix tried to back away, all to no avail, the wind tugging him towards the monster.

“YOU hurt her.” The wall behind it cracked, forming into another black hole. Felix felt the breath get sucked from his lungs. He fell down, desperately trying to claw away from the creature.

“I NEVER TOUCHED HER. I SWEAR.”

“You’re a liar.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

He found that staring into its gaping black eyes, its face deadly calm, nothing but shadows, looking at him with pure hatred, he couldn’t lie. He couldn’t pretend. “It was an accident. I promise.” He pleaded.

The wall behind Felix and Winola transformed, and Felix could feel himself being torn apart. He screamed, electric pain lighting up his entire body. The roof collapsed, nothing but a swirling back hole, and Felix was sure his head was going to be crushed, sure that the pressure was going to snap his neck. He started to spin, pulled from each side, the shadows from the monster consuming his very being.

But, in the midst of his agonizing spinning, he heard chirping, coming from nearby.

A small black bird appeared, unbothered by the black holes, flying around both Felix and Winola, singing a tune. He screamed louder. It pecked his ear and chirped.

Suddenly everything went dark.

#oc: Felix #oc: Winola #oc: Ilona #oc: Ensio #oc: Akali #oc: Della #oc: Jimbo&Jambo #oc: Cadi #oc: Ovia #oc: Letha #dioles tag #my ocs #ocs #oc fic #oc writing #writeblr #original writing #writers of tumblr #writerscorner

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CHARACTER INFO: THE BOARD GAME CLUB

Felix Rodriguez (he/him)

A 16-year old Diole starting 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Has just moved back to his hometown to try and get a fresh start. Lives with his older sister Reagan and her girlfriend Paisley above the bakery that they own. Childhood best friends with Bliss and Akali. Has a tendency to get into fights over practically anything and has an iconic bowl cut which he claims is a “fashion statement”.

Winola Higgins (she/her)

A 16-year-old Diole starting 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Just moved from Germany with her four younger siblings (Cormac, Gertrude, Deirdre, & Franz) and her parents Freida and Fergus. Taking Foods with Alzena. Extremely suicidal and only still alive out of spite for her parents. Has a pet snake and four toads.

January Restall (he/him) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 16-year-old Diole starting 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Homeschooled his whole life and has absolutely 0 social skills. Son of Howard Restall, the richest man on the planet and Head of Diole Eradication. He lives in a huge mansion all by himself on the outskirts of the town. Childhood best friends with Maddox. Leader of the Board Game Club.

Maddox Exermas (he/him) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 16-year-old Diole starting 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Also homeschooled all his life, and has slightly more social skills than January but not a whole lot. His grandpa Racman owns Chumps Jr., a very run-down and shitty restaurant in a very poor area of town. Childhood best friends with January. Co-leader of the Board Game Club.

Akali Lee (he/him) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 16-year-old Diole going into 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Lives in a richer part of their neighborhood with his parents and eight siblings: Ensio, Ilona, Della, Jimbo, Jambo, Letha, Cadi, and Ovia. Everyone under Della is adopted. Childhood best friends with Bliss and Felix. He’s a huge germaphobe and cannot be seen without his iconic black mask+gloves combo and even carries around his own utensils wherever he goes. Has an all-black aesthetic.

Avil Chane (she/her) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 15-year old Diole starting 10th grade at Diantha Rose High School. 5-time city champion swimmer and even gets paid for her swimming competitions. Dating Wilder 🥰🥰. 3rd-in-command for the Board Game Club and January’s ride-or-die. The most skilled with her power (control-wise) out of the whole club. A huge blabbermouth.

Alzena Midori (she/her) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 16-year-old Diole going into 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Lives with her older brother Louay in a small apartment nearby the school. Taking Foods with Winola. Used to be a delinquent in middle school and gets severely embarrassed when this fact is brought up. Her nails are always painted fun colours.

Nyssa White (she/her) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 16-year-old Diole going into 11th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Lives with her two lovely parents and her three cats Weenie, Jonnie and Georgie. Extremely anxiety-ridden and skittish.

Astley (he/they) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 17-year-old Diole starting 12th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Dropped out of Elementary and only has a middle-school level education, meaning he’s also illiterate. Formerly homeless but was picked up off the street by Winola’s mom as a type of charity project, and now shares a room with Winola. A drug dealer and a raging alcoholic. Bullies/scams kids on Roblox.

Rory Hattie (they/she) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 17-year-old Diole going into 12th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Lives in foster care. Was so good of a nurse intern that the actual school nurse got fired and they got the job instead. Their most prized possession is “Patches”, the messed up stuffed dog wearing a lab coat and stethoscope that sits by the nurse’s office. Besties with Kuali’i. Has a HORRIBLE memory (doesn’t even remember their own birthday half the time).

Kuali’i Alana (he/him) - belongs to @jiphenn

A 17-year-old Diole going into 12th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Has three younger siblings and is amazing with kids (best older brother in the world). Leader of the Drama Club along with Bliss, and is like a mentor figure to her. Is very popular and well-liked by his peers and teachers; nobody has a bad thing to say about him.

Gunther Lim (he/him) - belongs to @jiphenn

An 18-year-old Diole going into 12th grade at Diantha Rose High School. Has three hot big-booty girlfriends, Lola, Afia and Bea. Plays the acoustic, electric, and bass guitar, though his main one is bass. Has scheduled fights 6-7 days of the week.

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Masterlist | Characters: Felix (he/him), Winola (she/her), January (he/him), Maddox (he/him), Akali (he/him), Avil (she/her), Alzena (she/her), Nyssa (she/her), Astley (he/they), Rory (they/she), Kuali’i (he/him), Wilder (he/him), Gunther (he/him), Adelio (they/he), Bliss (she/her), Mr Prader (he/him), Cora (she/her), Reagan (she/her)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

“Excited?”

Bliss smiled at Felix, stepping closer to him. She wasn’t in uniform yet, her short hair pulled back by barrettes. He grinned at her, already feeling jittery. “Mhm.”

Bliss glanced around, watching the cast members prepare for the play, but she seemed more subdued than usual. It was obvious something was bothering her.

“You nervous?” He asked. Bliss turned away from him, frowning slightly. “I’m not, but someone else is.” She motioned over to Kuali’i.

He was staring off into space, his expression unreadable. Bliss’ eyebrows furrowed. “He’s usually really confident but something’s up with him today.”

Kuali’i didn’t even seem to notice their staring, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. People bumped past him, but it was like they weren’t even there.

Felix hummed thoughtfully. This was his last year here, so maybe that was the reason for the nerves. And the vaccine did come out tomorrow, which was when they would find out if January was telling the truth about knowing how to hack their files…

“I’m probably just overthinking it.” Bliss elbowed him playfully, pulling him out of his thoughts with another smile. This one was genuine. “It’s fine, tonight will go perfectly.” She reassured him. Standing with her, he was sure it would be fine. Kuali’i was probably just stressed for no reason. And after this would be Winter Break, where he finally would get to relax. The whole Board Game Club was going over to January’s for a sleepover. He had nothing to worry about. Life was actually peaceful, for once.

A few minutes later, now fully dressed up in costume, Felix peered through the curtains, looking out at the crowd. It was completely packed. The theatre was filled to the brim, people whispering amongst each other. He saw Reagan and Paisley sitting in the front row, Reagan looking more anxious than Kuali’i had been.

“Nervous?”

Kuali’i stood behind him, putting a hand gently on his shoulder. “No,” he smirked up at him. “Are you?”

Kuali’i just grinned. “Nope.” He said it with so much confidence that Bliss’ judgement of him being nervous was now hard to believe. He was back to his usual smiling self.

“Excited, then?”

“Yeah!” Kuali’i’s smile grew wider. “We’ve all been working so hard so I know we’ll do great.”

“Okay, is everyone ready?” He could hear Mr. Blackburn calling out to everyone backstage. “Starting scene with Alard and Amanda, so the wind instruments get ready!”

Kuali’i fixed his hair one last time before waving goodbye to Felix. “That’s my cue to go, good luck!” And with that he ran off.

The play ran smoothly all the way to the start of the second act.

Felix’s big moment had come. He strapped into his harness quickly, getting into place. His first lines were delivered with ease. It was all going perfectly, just like Bliss had said.

“This is why humans and Dioles can never get along! All you care about are your own selfish ideals!” Desiree’s actor shouted with passion.

Felix scoffed. “Are you not the same?”

“No.” She retorted with disgust. “Because unlike you, we humans have a heart! You Dioles will always be nothing but heartless monsters.”

Felix felt himself begin to lift in the air. This was it. The percussion started building, the band growing louder and louder. This was what he had practiced for, his big moment, at the climax of the play.

“DIOLES WILL WIN!” He finished his monologue, his voice conveying pure, raw conviction, carrying through the audience.

But instead of Kuali’i shouting his next lines, Felix’s entire world was flipped upside down.

Alarms started blaring, the whole room filling with red flashing lights. “ALERT. ALERT. DIOLE ON THE PREMISES. DIOLE ON THE PREMISES.”

Felix’s blood ran cold. The entire band stopped playing, yet no one else moved. The entire theatre was still in anticipation.

There was a deafening crash. Cracks formed along the roof, splintering away, as a majority of the back wall collapsed. Debris rained down on the audience. Felix watched helplessly as people were thrown and crushed. Blood splattered the walls, the ground, the stage. Smoke filled the room. He was hanging mid-air, still tightly secured by his harness. He couldn’t move, couldn’t get down. He was completely stuck. Fear tightened around his chest. His friends were in that audience. Paisley was in that audience. Reagan was sitting in that audience.

“I came at the perfect time.” A booming voice echoed from above, laughing at the scene. Felix saw a flash of black, as a large creature emerged from the missing wall.

It was as tall, if not even taller, than the school. Its hands were jagged, pitch-black in colour, flinging pieces of debris everywhere. “‘Dioles will win!’” It repeated with another laugh. “Great delivery Felix!” It turned its head, revealing its piercing yellow eyes.

Felix was frozen in terror. He couldn’t look away from it. He could hear screaming from below, growing louder as more people ran in. Dioles. They blocked all of the exits, attacking the audience. Felix managed to reach for his harness, desperately trying to claw at the lock and tear it open. It wouldn’t budge.

“Winola!”

It was Adelio on the ground, trying to lower Felix down. “Come here and help me!” Winola ran up to him, abandoning her screaming band members and helping him with the ropes. More blood splattered on the ground as the monster threw even more debris at people, Dioles overwhelming others.

Felix’s feet finally touched on the ground, his harness making a clear clicking noise as it was unlocked. Felix had never been more relieved. He ripped it off of himself, shaking all over.

Gunfire rang off, the gym teachers aiming bullets at the monster. It just laughed, swatting the bullets away. “C’mon, you’ll have to try a little harder than that! How about a real hero fights me?” It grinned, looking around. This all seemed to be nothing but amusing to the creature. Felix couldn’t believe his eyes. It couldn’t really be him. There was no way it was really who he thought that was.

“Fine. Guess I’ll have to use a hostage.” The monster laughed, scanning around the screaming crowd. Its glowing eyes finally fell on the stage. “Oh, how about you?” It reached down, giant hand stretching towards Felix, Winola and Adelio. It had claws that must have been taller than Felix himself.

It brushed past Felix, hands closing around the person only five feet away. Felix was finally free from his harness, yet he couldn’t even make himself move. Couldn’t make himself speak. He watched helplessly as the creature snatched his friend away.

“Let’s see, who will save this poor little defenceless human?” It dangled Adelio around, holding onto them by nothing more than his arm. Adelio’s face was twisted up in pain. The monster held them out tauntingly to the crowd. “Anyone?” It asked with a grin. “Maybe I’ll have to make things more dire.” It slowly squeezed Adelio’s arm, and his piercing scream filled the theatre. Blood exploded from its fist, showering the people below.

Felix sprinted at the monster, abandoning all logical thought. Adelio’s scream wouldn’t stop ringing in his ears. He dodged debris, leaping towards the creature.

He had to save his friend.

The monster kicked him squarely in the chest, and he went flying. He crashed into a wall, pain spasming through his entire body. Felix gasped, the breath sucked out of his chest. His head pounded. It felt like he had broke something. His vision blurred.

“No takers, huh?” The monster said to Adelio, dangling them directly in front of its face. “Guess I’ll have to find a more valuable hostage.”

Felix shakily got to his feet, just in time to see Adelio get tossed through the air, discarded like he was nothing. He ran at the monster again, his side burning in white hot pain.

“RODRIGUEZ STAND BACK!” Someone screamed.

It was Mr. Prader. He grabbed onto him, pulling him back. Felix could only watch as the monster reached down again, plucking up another victim. “Oh you’ll definitely have people willing to save you.” It laughed.

Felix screamed.

The monsters hand was closed around none other than his best friend, a horrified look on her face.

It was Bliss.

“Well who’s gonna save her?” It laughed gleefully. Like it was a fucking joke. Felix fought desperately against Mr. Prader, staring up at Bliss, panicked. He couldn’t let her get hurt. Not her.

“NO!” He screamed. “PUT HER DOWN! DON’T HURT HER!” He tried to wriggle free from Mr. Prader’s grip, to escape and save his best friend, but Mr. Prader wouldn’t let go.

“DO YOU WANT TO DIE RODRIGUEZ? I SAID STAND BACK!”

Teachers kept aiming bullets at the monster, all for naught, as they were deflected with ease. “NO!” Felix kept screaming, begging, “DON’T DO THIS. DON’T HURT HER.” His voice cracked with emotion. Anyone but her. Anyone but Bliss.

“HOLD HIM BACK.” Mr Prader ordered some random people, and they all grabbed at Felix, keeping him still. Felix fought against them, but it was five adults versus him. They pinned his arms back.

He just needed to get to his friend. He needed to do something.

The creature looked around again. No one else was running to Bliss’ assistance, other than the teachers whose bullets accomplished nothing. “Man.” The monster sounded almost disappointed. “Nobody’s willing to save you either? Guess you’re just not that valuable.”

It’s fist started to squeeze, closing in around Bliss. Felix’s voice was raw, yelling and screaming and praying for the monster to notice him. Just look at me already.

“GUNTHER.” He pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt her!”

Gunther didn’t even look at him. His friend, someone he had trusted, joked with, laughed with, who now just stood there, holding one of the people Felix cared about most and laughing as he squeezed the life out of her.

Cracks formed in the ground, snaking between his feet. Below him he could hear rumbling. The floor burst, and out came a violent stream of…

Water?

Gunther’s hand was forced open as it got sliced by a giant blade of water. Bliss went flying. Felix focused in on her, opening a portal underneath her and safely transporting her a few feet away from the fight.

Gunther was laughing maniacally. “FINALLY.” He yelled, shaking his hand. “THANK YOU AVIL!” His eyes focused on the girl with a familiar blue-and-purple ponytail, now standing in front of him, water floating around her.

Felix finally pushed away from the people holding him, instantly sprinting towards Bliss’ side. He dodged water and fallen debris, landing next to her and checking her pulse.

She was alive. He sobbed, eternally grateful for Avil.

“GUNTHER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Avil shouted, hurling more water blows at him. He laughed and flashed a row a razor-sharp teeth. “Killing these humans.”

Blood was dripping from Bliss’ head, her eyes glazed over. She was sprawled out in the rubble, unresponsive.

Felix didn’t know what to do. Gunther and Avil were still fighting, debris and water going everywhere. He needed to get her somewhere safe. He couldn’t leave her here. She’d be crushed. He had to find Reagan and Paisley… had to find Akali. He didn’t even know if Adelio had survived. He couldn’t focus, the sounds of Dioles fighting and gunshots firing too distracting. Bliss needed a hospital now. But there was no way he’d get out in time. He glanced back at Gunther, terrified and completely lost.

“BUT WHY?” Avil screamed again, hurling even more water at Gunther.

“BECAUSE I’M A DIOLE CAN’T YOU SEE? YOU SHOULD GET IT. ALL TWELVE OF YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND.”

Felix turned back to Bliss, carefully picking her up and slinging her across his shoulders. His heart was racing. He had to bring her somewhere safe. He had to get her out of here. He glanced around. The entire theatre was coming down.

There wasn’t anywhere to go.

“ALL OF THE BOARD GAME CLUB SHOULD UNDERSTAND. RIGHT GUYS?” He smacked the water away, laughing again. He sounded deranged.

Felix didn’t care about him anymore. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get Bliss help. There was no use hiding anymore, not after Gunther’s announcement.

Still holding onto Bliss, he opened up a portal and stepped through, praying this was the right decision.

Winola limped, pain shooting up her leg for every step she took.

Adelio hadn’t woken up.

He was slung over her shoulders, his mutilated arm slowly pouring blood, soaking her clothes. Winola didn’t know how much time he had left, didn’t know if he would even make it, if she found a way to a hospital.

Still, she searched for an exit, trying to stay undetected by the other Dioles. There seemed to be no escape to this place. Water bursted out of the cracks in the ground, the blood from her gunshot wound and the dead audience members making it slippery to walk. Smoke burned her eyes, but she kept pushing on. She wasn’t going to give up now. She had to get Adelio to a hospital.

The blood loss was making her dizzy. She had tied her sweater around her leg, but Adelio was weighing her down even further. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest.

“YOU!” Someone yelled.

She picked up her pace, trying to readjust Adelio in some way that was less painful for the both of them. He was completely out of it, his arm still gushing blood.

“COME BACK HERE!” The person screeched again, and Winola could hear them sprinting after her. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, but Winola didn’t care about anything except getting Adelio to safety. She didn’t care if she died doing it. She would have preferred it, honestly.

A hand closed around her shoulder. She ignored it, praying they weren’t armed. She couldn’t deal with another bullet wound right now.

She could still hear Gunther raving as Avil fought him. “JANUARY, MADDOX, FELIX, WINOLA, NYSSA, ALZENA, WILDER, RORY, KUALI’I, AKALI, ASTLEY, AND YOU, AVIL. WHY DON’T YOU JOIN ME? YOU’RE ALL DIOLES AFTERALL.”

Winola pulled away, glancing around for another way out. Gunther laughed again. “Looks like I broke the club oath. Guess you’ll have to kill me.” She could hear the grin in his voice.

Someone stepped in front of Winola, stopping her in her tracks. It was Felix’s older sister, Reagan. Her brown eyes were wide, her face ghostly pale from Gunther’s announcement. She looked nauseous.

“WHERE IS FELIX?”

“I don’t know.” Winola mumbled, really tired of the Rodriguez siblings. She moved around Reagan, still determined to find some way out.

Gunther’s screams echoed through the theatre, deafening. “SO WHO WILL IT BE? AKALI, AVIL, JANUARY? MAYBE YOU SHOULD WORK TOGETHER SINCE THE REST OF YOU CAN’T DO MUCH.”

“YOU WERE WITH HIM, WHERE IS HE?” Reagan gripped her hand, oh so desperate. She looked at her with tears in her eyes, like she would die if she didn’t find him.

“I already told you I don’t know.” Winola said, getting annoyed. Adelio was bleeding out. He needed help more than Felix. “I need to leave.” She tried pulling away again.

“FELIX CAN GET US OUT OF HERE.” Reagan screamed. “I NEED TO FIND HIM, PLEASE.”

“Then stop talking to me and look for him.” Winola rolled her eyes.

Reagan opened her mouth to protest, before her eyes landed on someone behind them. “FELIX!”

Winola kept looking for a way out.

All the exits were being blocked, either by debris or Dioles she was in no condition to fight.

There was a large hole in the wall, except Gunther was blocking it.

But she had no other options.

Avoiding the falling debris, she quietly made her way to it, carrying Adelio.

“SHE’S A DIOLE!”

People started pointing Winola out, all staring at her with animosity. She tried to escape them, to just get to the exit, to help Adelio.

A blast went off, stunning Winola. She blinked, trying to ignore it, to just keep going, but she found that she couldn’t move. Something warm seeped through her other pant leg, stinging.

Someone had shot her again.

Her legs buckled, and she was knocked to the ground. She couldn’t move her legs. Adelio was laying just in front of her, unconscious. People ran away from her in fear, leaving her laying there on the ground.

She propped herself up on her elbows, gritting her teeth at the fiery burning in her legs. Her head spun. Her vision faded in and out.

Her arms shook, giving out underneath her. She was so weak. She could feel herself slipping away, barely able to even stay awake now.

Then something started to lift her up. She closed her eyes, and everything went fuzzy.

Felix found himself in Bliss’ house.

He’d been in this exact foyer probably a hundred times over the years, all the way back to when he was only five. He’d spent countless days here, hanging out with Bliss, talking to her about anything and everything, gossiping, complaining to each other, laughing and joking around.

But tonight the house was cold, dark. Unbearably quiet. He wished there was somewhere else to go, somewhere else he could portal that wouldn’t immediately get him killed.

“HELLO? SOMEONE? HELP!” He screamed, met with nothing but complete silence. Her parents weren’t here, they would have been in the audience, watching Bliss play on the cello with the band. There was nobody home. He could feel blood seeping through his clothes. Bliss was even worse off. He couldn’t think straight, panic taking over.

He leaned down, laying her on the ground, trying to be as gentle as possible. He reached into his pants pocket, where he thankfully had left his phone in. With shaking hands he called 911.

“PLEASE, HELP. A DIOLE ATTACKED MY FRIEND. SHE’S GOING TO DIE.” He screamed into the phone. He rushedly gave her address, his voice trembling with pure desperation. “SEND AN AMBULANCE. PLEASE. HELP HER.”

He was met by a steady but firm tone on the other end of the line. “Sir, we’re going to need you to calm down. Please tell us what happened.”

He looked down at Bliss again. Her head was bleeding worse now. She was scarily pale. He needed to stay here with her, make sure that she got the help she needed. He needed to protect her.

But his sister was still at the theatre. She was defenceless. She wasn’t a Diole. And she was stuck there with Gunther. He needed to find her. He couldn’t leave his family. If Reagan got hurt, got hurt because of the Board Game Club, because of Felix, he would never forgive himself. He had to go back, had to go find her. He couldn’t just abandon her, abandon Paisley, abandon the Board Game Club.

He remembered a few months ago, laying on his bed, Bliss’ head resting on his chest. It was the night after his 16th birthday party, the first time she’d ever slept over with him. It was just the two of them. They’d stayed up all night, talking and eating birthday cake.

Laying with her, talking about nothing really important, the two of them trying to suppress their laughter, he’d felt completely content. It was perfect. His life was finally settling down. His powers were under control, he had the Board Game Club, and he was even passing most of his classes. She’d smiled at him, so full of warmth and happiness. He could never stay in a bad mood around Bliss. She was just so full of complete love for the people around her. And when she smiled at him, he’d felt so normal. It was the best feeling in the world.

But he was a Diole and she was not.

And he couldn’t stay here and wait with her, as much as it killed him. Reagan could be hurt, could be dying. He needed to get back and help the rest of the club. He stared at his phone. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

“I have to go.” He said hoarsely, wanting nothing more than to just stay with her, to ride to the hospital with her, make sure she was safe. “Please, please send an ambulance.”

He took in her face one last time. He prayed that he would get to see her again. Hug her again. He opened up another portal, back into the theatre, and Bliss’ house disappeared.

He landed back in the rubble.

The theatre was still in chaos. He glanced around, looking for Reagan, holding back tears. He didn’t even have time to grieve, not when he was surrounded by blood and fighting and gunfire.

“FELIX!”

He whipped around. Reagan was sprinting at him, her eyes wild. She didn’t seem to be hurt. Her hair was out of its original braid, flying around her face, and she was covered in dust, but other that that, in one piece. He ran towards her, unbelievably relieved that she was okay, that Gunther hadn’t crushed her. She grabbed him tight. “WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE.”

“Where’s Paisley?!”

“THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT. WE NEED TO LEAVE.” She screamed again, looking at him in despair.

Avil and Gunther were still fighting, water splashing everywhere. “No, not yet!” Paisley was nowhere to be seen. “We have to find her! And I can’t leave them!” He gestured to Avil and Gunther. “I have to go help!”

She gripped his shoulders, fingernails digging into his skin. “SHE ALREADY LEFT.” Her voice cracked, she looked like she was two seconds from bawling her eyes out. “SHE SAID THAT SHE’LL MEET US. WE NEED TO GO.” She was pleading with him, begging.

“THERE, THE DIOLE.” Someone Felix didn’t know screamed, pointing at him angrily.

He hesitated, wondering for a second if he should just leave with her, let January figure this out on his own. But he couldn’t. They’d signed an oath. He wasn’t like Gunther, he wouldn’t break it like that. He had to help them. Gunther would kill them all if he left. He couldn’t lose both of his best friends.

“GET SOMEWHERE SAFE! I’LL BE BACK I PROMISE.” He stepped back from Reagan, opening up a portal.

“FELIX-“ Reagan screamed, reaching for him. He’d never heard her sound so desperate before.

But it was too late.

He landed on top of Gunther, trying to keep his balance as Gunther swung out and ripped more of the wall apart.

“Huh? A fly?” Gunther laughed, ignoring Felix. Felix kicked him in the eye as hard as he could, enough to at least stun him a bit.

“FUCK YOU!” He screamed.

Gunther just blinked, barely even phased. He laughed again. “You’ve been training for how long and that’s all you can do?” He reached up, giant hand closing around Felix before he could think to dodge.

Felix clawed at him, trying to squirm out of his grasp. He screamed in frustration. “I HATE YOU!” He tried to kick at his eye again, but Gunther just pulled him away. He dangled him by his arm, just like he had with Adelio. Felix was probably fifty feet up in the air. Enough to kill him if he fell. Gunther’s lips curled into a smirk.

“You always did amuse me, you know.”

Felix had never hated someone more.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU RUINED EVERYTHING.”

Gunther used his free hand to swipe away the bullets and water that were still being shot at him, but he seemed slower. The water pressure had evidently started to affect him. “Oh, I’m doing you all a FAVOUR.”

“MY LIFE WAS FINALLY GOING TO BE NORMAL!” Felix screamed back, so overcome by rage that he didn’t even care if Gunther dropped him. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND. HOW COULD YOU?”

“Normal?” Gunther laughed harder. “Your life never WAS and never WILL BE normal.” He threw Felix. “You have to accept that in this society you’ll be nothing but a MONSTER.”

Felix flew through the air, opening up another portal and landing in a heap on Gunther’s shoulder. He got to his feet again, staring at him in disbelief.

“LOOK AT YOURSELF.” He yelled. “LOOK AT WHAT YOU’RE DOING. I WOULD NEVER DO THAT. I WOULD NEVER HURT SOMEONE LIKE THAT.” He motioned to the mess of blood and bodies below, the Dioles that kept attacking. “IF YOU HAD JUST PLAYED ALONG THEN WE COULD’VE HAD A NORMAL LIFE!”

“THERE’S NOTHING NORMAL ABOUT US. HAS JANUARY RESTALL TAINTED YOUR MIND WITH SO MUCH FALSE HOPE?” He laughed. “I’M NOT LIKE YOU GUYS, I DON’T RUN AWAY FROM MYSELF. I DON’T CARE HOW MANY PEOPLE I HAVE TO HURT FOR MY OWN FREEDOM!”

Gunther grabbed onto more debris and hurled it.

“YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” Felix couldn’t believe this was the same guy who had sat and laughed with him on Monday, sitting in the club room, playing board games with the rest of them. Had he known all along? Had he sat there while knowing he was going to do this?

“WHAT ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIENDS? YOUR FAMILY? YOU HAD FRIENDS. DON’T YOU CARE?”

“I’m doing this for THEM.” He hissed, flicking Felix away. He stomped, cracking the ground and causing several chunks of the roof to collapse.

Felix opened another portal, landing on the ground lightly. “YOU THINK THEY’RE GONNA LIKE YOU NOW, AFTER YOU MURDERED A BUNCH OF HUMANS?”

Gunther narrowed his eyes, laughing. “This truly shows how we were never really friends.”

Felix thought about all the times he had hung out with Gunther. How Gunther had saved him when he had broken his leg in a fight, how Gunther had been one of his closest friends in the Board Game Club. Months of jokes and conversations. Gunther was one of the only people he could be fully himself, not having to worry about being a Diole. Gunther was cool, strong, and good at fighting. He was charming. Felix respected him; looked up to him, even. He was everything he wanted to be.

He didn’t want to admit how much that all really hurt, how much Gunther’s words stung. He had trusted him. And it was all nothing?

“HOW COULD THEY POSSIBLY WANT ALL THIS?”

“OH YOU REALLY DON’T KNOW ANYTHING.” Gunther spit back, seething.

“THEN TELL ME!” Felix screamed, waving his arms around. “TELL ME HOW ANY OF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE?”

“Maybe you’ll find out, if you make it to Paradise.” He started to morph again, growing larger in size, the ground collapsing even further. Cracks formed under Felix’s feet, and he was forced back farther.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”

But Gunther was finally finished. He didn’t even look at him, instead using his sharp claws to continue to break the building.

Felix gave up trying to reason with him, portaling back up to his head and trying to poke his eyes out, distract him, do any sort of damage against him.

Gunther was seemingly getting stronger and stronger, effortlessly deflecting Avil and Felix’s attacks while dodging bullets. Felix had never made so many portals consecutively. His whole body shook with effort. His face was dripping with sweat. He stumbled, and Gunther tossed him through the air again. He managed to create another portal, this time rolling roughly on the ground. He felt sick. He couldn’t keep going like this for much longer, and he was sure that Avil couldn’t either. Gunther was still standing tall, wrecking the school. He didn’t even look bothered.

Gunther was always stronger than all of them, better than all of them. He knew it. Everyone knew it. Felix’s portals were nothing compared to him. He was no match. He wasn’t even sure if the entire club working together could overpower Gunther. It didn’t matter anyway, because the rest of the club was nowhere to be found. Maybe January really had abandoned them all.

There was a sharp bang. Felix’s shoulder exploded with pain. He coughed, blood soaking his jacket.

For a split second he could almost understand Gunther. Their bullets were doing nothing against Gunther’s monstrous form. The only person causing any real damage was Avil. The two of them were on their own against him. And yet the teachers were still shooting at them. Only a few minutes ago Mr. Prader had held him back, tried to protect him. Felix hadn’t hurt anyone, he was actively trying to distract Gunther long enough for Avil to finally land a hit on him. Yet it didn’t matter, all they heard was “Diole” and suddenly he was the enemy, a criminal; not a student.

Felix had been hiding - running - since he was six years old. He couldn’t remember what his life had been like, for the short time that he was normal. Before his parents died. Before Reagan found out he was a Diole. Before she took him away from their grandmother, before it was just them. He was only six. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He wasn’t evil, or wicked, or some sort of murderer. He was just a scared kid who had just lost his parents. But suddenly the world had decided that he was too dangerous.

“You’ll be nothing but a MONSTER.” Gunther’s words repeated in his head. There were people running away from him, staring at him like he was the one that had wrecked the school, that had crushed those people. They were scared of him. He could hear them screaming, shouting “DIOLE!” at him. Like there was no difference between him and Gunther, not in their eyes. He wondered bitterly if Gunther was right. If he really was running away from himself, if he was a coward.

But Bliss was somewhere bleeding out, possibly dead, because of Gunther. She was innocent, the one person Felix knew who didn’t seem to hate Dioles. She always spoke lightly about them, commenting on how neither humans nor Dioles could be inherently good or evil. “If a Diole can kill someone, then so can a human, and vice versa.”

Gunther wasn’t right. He was no different than them, attacking the school, laughing as he crushed Adelio’s arm and discarding them as if they were nothing more than a toy.

Felix crouched behind the rubble, trying to catch his breath. He wouldn’t let Gunther hurt anyone else. He had to find a way to be actually useful, because kicking Gunther in the eye wasn’t doing anything but annoying him and tiring Felix out. His shoulder stung. He was pretty sure that he was going to pass out from exhaustion. Every single muscle in his body hurt.

Keeping low, he searched the rubble for something sharp. His hands closed around a piece of jagged metal. Standing up shakily, he managed to open another portal, and slipped into it.

He landed on Gunther’s head once again, but this time he wasted not a second before attacking. Gunther didn’t seem to notice him, and he was becoming much more sluggish against both Felix, Avil, and the constant gunfire. Felix prayed this meant that they were actually chipping away at him, even if it was just slowly. Felix raised his arms above his head, arcing the weapon down with all his strength and impaling Gunther’s eye.

Gunther hissed, grabbing Felix and flinging him in the air. Felix flew up at least twenty feet, away from the school this time. Disoriented, he created another portal, slashing out at Gunther’s other eye.

Gunther merely closed his eye, the debris deflecting off of his hide. Felix twisted in the air, caught off balance, and Gunther took advantage of it, swatting him away. Felix opened up another portal, almost missing it, and fell back down to the ground, this time rolling roughly through the rubble.

The debris had started to float into the air, raising around Felix and Avil as they continued to fight. Gunther didn’t seem to pay it any mind, destroying more of the school.

January.

Felix hoped he was somewhere around here, hoped January had some sort of plan. Because Felix sure didn’t have one. He prayed the rest of the Board Game Club was safe. That someone would come to help them. He really wished Akali was here right now. He was the strongest in the club, next to January and Avil. He would’ve been able to take down Gunther much more easily than Felix was.

Gunther grabbed him again, but this time he was caught off guard, catching his breath down in the rubble. His claws closed around Felix, pinning his arms down. This time Gunther didn’t throw him, instead raising him higher into the air. His yellow eyes flickered dangerously. Felix’s heart sunk. It was the same amused look he had while holding Bliss.

Slowly, Gunther started to squeeze.

Felix screamed. His entire body lit up with pain. He had never felt like this before, every single muscle and bone in his body in agony. He couldn’t see, couldn’t think. All he could hear was himself screaming, his throat raw. Blood gushed from his bullet wound, dripping down Gunther’s fist. He screamed louder.

He couldn’t breathe.

He could feel his ribs folding in on each other, and his lungs felt like they were being crushed. The edges of his vision were blurring red. He could feel all the blood rushing to his head. he felt like he was going to explode. He wished he had said goodbye to Reagan. Wished he had said “I love you” one last time.

He was going to die, killed by one of his only friends.

Tears streamed down his face, he gagged. Stop, he wanted to beg. Please stop. He couldn’t make himself do anything except yell out in pain. Things were falling out of the sky, but his vision was so blurred that he couldn’t tell what it was. He didn’t even really care anymore, too focused on the way poison seemed to be sloshing around in his rib cage.

Someone grabbed the collar of his shirt, and the pressure ceased. The last thing he saw was a mountain of rubble come crashing down on Gunther with alarming speed, before he melted into shadow.

“You’re such an idiot.”

Someone grumbled, their monotone voice familiar. He was laid down on the ground gently. Bright LED lights blinded him. He must have been far away from the theatre now.

He blinked, and Akali in all his sweaty, blood-covered glory came into focus.

Felix shook, unable to say anything. His entire body still hurt, and his head felt foggy. Akali stood up, giving Felix a once-over quickly to make sure he was okay. “I’ll be back.” He vanished into a cloud of black smoke again.

The entire school was eerily quiet now. Felix couldn’t hear Gunther any longer. He laid there, shaking all over, his adrenaline rush finally fading.

“FELIX!”

Someone grabbed him, helping him to his feet. “WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE.”

It was Reagan, looking even more terrified than before. He managed to stand, feeling dizzy. He leaned against her, holding onto her side for support. “My friends,” he croaked. “I need to find them.”

Reagan just scooped him up, the action both done with utmost care but also urgency. “NO.” She was still screaming. “WE NEED TO LEAVE.”

Felix pushed against her weakly, but she wouldn’t let him go this time. “NO.” He yelled back, determined to not leave his friends. Not when they needed him the most. “They’ll die!”

Reagan looked at his shoulder wound, which was bleeding even worse after Gunther had almost crushed him. “You’ll die!” She stared at him incredulously, her voice taking on a desperate edge.

“Please. They need help!”

Reagan’s face hardened. Her jaw was set stubbornly, and she shifted so that she held him more tightly against her chest. “Reagan, I made a promise! I can’t just abandon them!” Felix pleaded with her. He couldn’t lose Akali and Bliss in one night. Paisley was gone. He wasn’t even sure if she made it out alive. Reagan started running down the hall, ignoring Felix’s protests. “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THEY ARE.” She shot back angrily, turning down a hallway.

Someone sprinted past them, and Felix noticed a flash of bright red hair. It was Wilder, running in the opposite direction.

Felix tried to jump from her arms and follow him, but he was too weak from the fight, and Reagan too stubborn. He screamed Wilder’s name, hoping Wilder would hear him, notice him, tell him where Avil was, where the rest of the Board Game Club was.

Wilder blatantly ignored him, disappearing into the dust.

Of course. Felix had never been more frustrated, being held back by his sister while Wilder ran away from him, not able to get over his petty grudge when they all were probably going to die. He punched at Reagan, each action causing his shoulder to burn even worse.

Reagan picked up her pace, not even paying attention to his weak attempts at fighting her. He’d never felt so utterly pathetic.

He started screaming, begging her to please, just help him find his friends. Please, let go. He couldn’t get Bliss out of his head, the way she looked laying in her empty house, blood pooling around her, as Felix left her, alone. He couldn’t stop the images of Akali, Avil, January… all with their eyes rolled back in their head, blood soaking through their clothes. He knew they wouldn’t survive if he left with Reagan. He would never see them ever again. He knew he’d never be able to forgive himself if they died.

Reagan didn’t even acknowledge his screams, looking around wildly for some sort of exit.

A door beside them swung open. Standing there was Maddox, looking more disheveled than usual, face wide with shock. His eyes were glowing blue, searching behind the two of them hopefully, like maybe January might be there.

“MADDOX!” Felix screamed, never more relieved to see him in his entire life.

Maddox grabbed onto Reagan, pulling the both of them inside and shutting the door once again.

Reagan stumbled, almost dropping Felix. The Board Game Club was gathered around the room, all behind Maddox. “WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING HERE?”

Felix used the distraction to break free, landing on his feet clumsily and managing to lean against a desk. Maddox looked at Reagan, his eyes were wide. “Is it just you two?” He asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Reagan glanced around, suddenly panicked again. “WHO ELSE IS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?”

Felix took in his surroundings, and his heart ached. This was the room where he had broken Gunther’s rotting old guitar. He could recognize the closet in the back, where Gunther kept all his school supplies. He’d hung out here a few times, on the days when he was too bored to make himself go to class. Gunther had always greeted him with a crooked smile.

He hated how much he wished Gunther were here right now, hated how much he missed his friend.

Maddox continued to stare at Reagan, his blue eyes making him look unnerving. He tapped his foot, becoming even more impatient, but didn’t respond.

“Akali was with me,” Felix said, his voice ragged. “I don’t know where he went.”

Maddox nodded, looking like he would have done anything to hear January was okay. He stared down at his watch nervously.

The room went completely silent as a huge explosion rang off in the distance. Felix was horrified. Had Gunther survived being buried by debris? Was it not over yet?

A heat wave hit the room, and everything clicked into place.

Wilder.

Felix had no clue what he was doing, but he hoped he was helping Avil. He hoped January and Akali made it to the room soon.

“One minute left and we’re leaving.” Maddox declared, looking up from his watch again.

“What about January?”

Felix couldn’t have been more shocked. Maddox and January were a pair, and you would rarely find one without the other. The two were constantly together, laughing, joking, walking to class with each other. They were best friends. Maddox knew January better than anyone else, even knew how to calm him down when he got into those freaky states where he seemed like he wanted to kill you. Maddox and January were two halves of a whole. Even Felix knew that. Maddox couldn’t seriously be thinking about leaving without him.

Maddox kept glancing at the door. “He’ll…” He faltered for a second. “He’ll be fine.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.

The sound of rushed footsteps echoed outside in the hall. Maddox was immediately at the door, having practically thrown himself across the room. He swung it open.

Akali, January, and Astley carrying Wilder.

There was no Avil.

“January!” Maddox ran up to his friend. “Are you hurt?”

January shook his head, in a daze. He had a faraway look in his eyes.

“Is Avil…?” Felix trailed off, already knowing the answer. His voice sounded incredibly small. This didn’t feel real. No one would look at him. They all stayed silent. He swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. She’d been his first friend in the club, the first one who actually seemed to like him. She was kind, compassionate, and probably the only person who had genuinely been impressed by him.

She was only fifteen.

More footsteps sounded from down the hall, stomping loudly towards them. Maddox looked around at the group, his face was set. “We need to get out of here.”

“Where?” Felix asked, feeling lost. Maddox glanced back at the door again, his answer immediate, said without hesitation.

“Chumps Jr.”

Any other instance Felix would have groaned, protested, rolled his eyes. But right now he didn’t even care. He was grateful Maddox was taking charge, because he felt like he was about to fall apart. He’d lost too much tonight. He moved robotically, opening up another portal, the simple action taking everything he had left.

It weakly flickered to life, not big enough to even crawl through. Felix could feel everyone’s eyes on him. He was their one ticket out of here, yet he could barely even stand, barely even create a portal. The footsteps were growing louder and louder by the second.

The portal slowly opened wider, Felix feeling like he would pass out any second now. The footsteps were even closer now. Felix’s whole body shook with the effort of it all.

Finally, the portal opened. But so did the door.

Rory was the first one through. They hopped through without a second thought, dragging Kuali’i in behind them.

At the door was Ms. Cora. Her dark brown eyes were wide. At her side was a familiar large gun, the one that she kept in her classroom at all times. But it wasn’t pointed at them, instead resting on her hip, her hands already occupied, holding a scared-looking kid. He was curled up in her arms, and he couldn’t have been older than seven. With a start, Felix realized it was one of Winola’s siblings. He couldn’t remember his name. The kid had bit him at the beach once, that he was sure.

Ms. Cora looked at the club, and then the portal. Her hand twitched, instinctively reaching for her gun.

Felix grabbed Reagan, shoving her into the portal. She screamed, but by then she was already gone. Astley picked up Winola, who was bleeding from both of her legs, too weak to move, and stepped through as well, Wilder still slung across his back.

Ms. Cora disconnected the gun from its holster, kicking it to the side. “Look, look, I’m not here to hurt you.” She looked toward the figure laying on the ground, which Felix realized for the first time was Adelio. It was hard to tell if they were still alive or not. “I just need you to leave so I can take him.”

One by one, the remains of the Board Game Club stepped through. Felix took one last glance at Ms. Cora, who was patiently waiting so that she could pick up Adelio and get him help.

He stepped through the portal, and the school faded away around him.

#this is my roman empire #dioles tag #oc: Felix #oc: Bliss #oc: Kuali’i #oc: Gunther #oc: Avil #oc: Mr Prader #oc: Winola #oc: Reagan #oc: Akali #oc: January #oc: Cora #ocs: The Board Game Club #my ocs #oc fic #oc writing #ocs

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ashthedrawer · 4 months

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Characters: Felix (he/him), Della (she/her), Jimbo (he/him), Jambo (he/him), Cadi (she/her), Letha (she/her), Ovia (she/her), Winola (she/her)

Characters in purple belong to @jiphenn

“Della?”

Felix stood outside Della’s bedroom door, staring up at the ceiling and tapping his fingers against his slacks.

“Uh, yeah?” Della’s voice came after an excruciatingly long minute, the sound of something shuffling around coming from the other side. She didn’t dare open up the door, instead just quietly answering.

“Um,” He cleared his throat, feeling very awkward all of a sudden. “Do you want to play tennis with Jimbo, Jambo and me?”

The door instantly swung open, slamming against the wall with a bang. Della stood there, face bright with excitement, crimson-red eyes lit up.

“Really?” She exclaimed.

He nodded slowly, to which she grabbed onto his hand, practically flying down the stairs and outside, dragging him along.

“I thought mom said you weren’t allowed out.”

“It’s only for a little bit!” Della said, bouncing on her toes in enthusiasm, not paying Jambo’s concerns any attention.

“But what if you get hurt?”

“I’ll be fiiine.” Della waved away Jimbo and Jambo, giving them a reassuring smile.

“No!” Della grabbed Jimbo’s discarded tennis racket, not meeting his eyes. “Now hurry up so we can play!”

Felix picked up a racket reluctantly, giving her a look. “You’re sure?”

Della spun the racket around, nodding eagerly. He stepped onto the court, grabbing a ball, a lingering sense of dread hanging in the air. “You can start.” She grinned at him, looking nothing but overjoyed to finally be out of her room and playing with her siblings.

It was just a game of tennis. Nothing that bad could happen with just one game.

#dioles tag #oc: Felix #oc: Della #ocs: Jimbo & Jambo #oc: Winola #a little blorb that I should definitely finish #because it really is very good #my ocs #ocs #oc blorb #oc ficlet

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Masterlist | Characters: Felix (he/him), Winola (she/her), Reese (they/them), Manon (she/her)

Credits to @jiphenn as the characters in purple belong to her 😋

Felix found himself in a strange, unknown room, having no clue on how he got there.

It was what seemed to be an infirmary. There were rows of beds surrounding him, covered with thin, pale sheets. People were sprawled out on a few of them, all unconscious. Felix reached up to wipe the gunk out of his eyes, his vision still blurry from sleep. Wooden bedside tables were squished between each of the cots, and every inch of the walls were lined with shelves, filled to the brim with medical supplies and different types of leather-bound books. Each of them were thick, too, something Felix wouldn’t have been caught dead reading.

Felix blinked. There was someone else in this room. He could see them crouched over one of the unconscious bodies, only three beds away from him. With a start, he realized it wasn’t just any unconscious body, but Winola. She was soaked with blood, looking extremely dead as she laid there on the bed, several nasty bullet wounds covering her torso. The person hovered over her, their hands emitting what looked like glowing particles dancing through the air. Their expression was calm and collected, like they had done this a million times.

Felix bolted out a bed, instantly panicked. The memories from Chumps Jr. flooded his brain. The ambush, Maddox, Reagan. He glanced around wildly. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here. She wasn’t here.

“Relax, Leonardo,” The person said, dark gray eyes still focused in on Winola. The particles circled Winola, moving onto her re-injured legs now, and in front of his very own eyes, the wounds started magically closing up. Soon, there wasn’t even a scab, or a scar. It was like she hadn’t even been shot in the first place.

Suddenly a lamp in the room exploded, shattering into a million pieces, making the place just a little bit darker.

The person pulled away from Winola, looking up at Felix from their chair. “What are you staring at?” They huffed, running a hand through their shaggy blue hair.

“Who-“ Felix stared at them with wide eyes. “Who are you?!” He demanded, still gawking at them in complete and utter shock.

“Reese. Leader of the Medicinal Sanction.” They said, standing up to go clean up the broken glass from the lamp.

“Where am I?! Where’s my sister?”

“Magnolia? Not sure.” They said, pulling out a broom and dustpan. “And you’re in the immediate care room.”

“How do you know my name? And my sister’s name?”

“Paisley told me.” Reese said, sweeping up the mess.

Felix’s heart skipped a beat, his mind spinning with a million more questions. “Paisley’s here?!”

“I’m not sure, I haven’t seen him.”

Felix paused for a second, falling back onto the soft bed, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He took a better look around the room now that he was properly awake. January, Wilder, Rory, Akali, Winola, and Kuali’i were all lying on separate beds, dead to the world. All of them appeared to be fine - their injuries were healed, each of them sleeping fitfully, looking exactly how they had been before they had gotten attacked.

There was no sign of the rest of the club.

“Where’s Maddox? Alzena? Nyssa? Astley?”

“Not sure, probably out on a tour.” Reese replied, finishing sweeping up the glass.

“Tour?” Felix repeated. “They’re okay?”

“I’m not sure, but their injuries weren’t severe enough to need me to check on them.” Reese shrugged, dumping the remnants of the lamp into a trash bin.

“How did you find us?”

“The guy with dark blue hair brought you in. Ensio, I believe?”

Felix’s jaw dropped to the floor. “ENSIO?!”

“No need to yell. You’ll wake the others.”

“What’s going on?” He asked, looking around wildly. “What is this place?”

“Paradise.” Reese said before turning to Winola, who had started to stir awake at the sound of Felix freaking out. She blinked up at the medic awkwardly, gaze shifting around the room, eyes shiny. “Ah, you’re awake too. That was sooner than expected.”

“Paradise?!” Felix repeated again, surprise still plastered on his face.

“I’ll call someone to bring you to your rooms.” Reese walked towards a phone on the wall. “It’s Reese. Two of them woke up, Leonardo and Winola. Mhm. Please send someone to show them around.” They talked for a couple seconds, nodding and twirling the wire around their finger, before hanging up. “Someone will be here shortly to show you to your rooms.” They said, turning back to Felix and Winola.

“Do you need anything else?” They asked, cocking their head at Felix, who was still blinking at them in shock, trying to wrap his head around what could possibly be happening right now. Hesitantly, he shook his head no, too in awe to even try to ask them anymore questions.

“Okay then, just wait there.” They grabbed a book off of a nearby bookshelf and sat back down.

He sat there for what felt like forever, anxious and confused, fidgeting nervously and praying that he wasn’t waiting to be taken to his execution. Praying that his place was safe. He wasn’t even sure what he considered “safe” anymore, or if there was any place where he didn’t have to be on constant high alert.

But eventually, a cheerful voice interrupted him from his spiralling thoughts. “I’m here doctor!”

In the doorway stood a little girl. She had a big grin on her face as she looked at Felix and Winola, eyes bright with excitement.

“Ah, welcome Manon.” Reese smiled for the first time. “I trust you’ll lead our guests to their rooms just fine.”

“Mhm! Just leave it to me!” She beamed.

Felix stood up in a daze and walked over to her. He rubbed his eyes, like maybe this whole strange place was nothing but a dream. She smiled up at him and waved, not bothered by the weird look he was giving her. “Hi!”

“Uh,” He swallowed. “Hi…” He didn’t know what to do with himself. This had to be too good to be true. There’s no way he could actually be standing in this fancy infirmary, his body feeling more refreshed than it had in months, about to be led to his new room by some random little kid.

This couldn’t be possible.

“Bye Reese!” Manon said with an enthusiastic wave as Winola got up from her spot on the bed, eyes not leaving the floor as she numbly walked over to the two. Reese smiled again and waved as Manon skipped out the door, Felix and Winola following behind her.

“You guys are pretty impolite.” She said as soon as they were out of earshot, continuing down the hall, her pigtails bouncing with each step.

“Uh. Sorry.” Felix said, glancing around at the lit-up hall, still in too much shock to care about little things such as manners.

“You’ll just have to say thank you to Reese next time you see them.” Manon continued down the hall, finally reaching a large metal door.

Slowly, she pushed it open, blinding Felix as a bright light flashed in front of them.

“Welcome to Paradise!”

#I might as well post this for Manon’s birthday #it’s been sitting in my drafts for FOREVER #will I ever finish the actual fic?#who knows 😇😇#dioles tag #oc: The Board Game Club #oc: Felix #oc: Winola #oc: Reese #oc: Manon #my ocs #ocs #oc ficlit

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Masterlist | Characters: Winola (she/her), Maddox (he/him), January (he/him), Mr Prader (he/him), Felix (he/him)

The characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn !!

PHYSICAL EDUCATION 10

Wildhorse Prader

Period: 1

Room: Main Gym

Winola squinted at her schedule, becoming more lost by the minute. Diantha Rose seemed to be more of a maze than a high school, the hallways long and winding, bustling with students and teachers all excited for the new school year.

Winola, on the other hand, would’ve rathered be anywhere but here.

She wandered through the halls, trying to not get swallowed up by the sea of people pushing past her, and searching desperately for the gym or some sort of office. Just anywhere that would give her proper directions.

Suddenly, someone bumped into her, almost sending her stumbling to the ground.

“Oh, sorry.” Winola instantly apologized, quickly taking a step back, her face burning hot. This morning really couldn’t be going any worse.

“Oh no, sorry, that was my bad.” A tall guy stood there, staring down at her with an apologetic look. “I’m kind of lost.”

“I am as well.” She admitted. “What class are you looking for?”

“Gym. You?”

“Oh, I’m going to Gym too.”

“Perfect. Let’s go together.” He began to lead the way down the hall, hands stuck in his pockets. Winola followed him, praying he had a better sense of direction than she did. (Though she wasn’t very hopeful.)

“So, you are?” He looked back towards her, tilting his head.

“My name is Winola. What’s yours?”

“Maddox.” He turned back forwards, taking in all their surroundings, his onyx eyes glinting. “You new here?”

“Yes, I just moved from Germany. Are you as well?”

“Yeah.” Maddox nodded, his ponytail swaying as he walked. “I was homeschooled so this is my first time at an actual school.” He turned another corner, still curiously taking in all the sights.

“Do you find it overwhelming?”

“Well it sure is different, but it’s not that bad. It’s nice having a lot of people around.”

He stopped in front of two large steel doors. “I think this is it.” Slowly, he pushed them open.

They were immediately interrupted by a deep, gruff voice. “This is Mr. Prader’s class, who are you two?”

A man stood in front of them, arms crossed over his beefy chest. He was tall and muscular, with spiky brown hair, intense blue eyes, and a jagged scar running from his jaw to his lip.

“Winola Higgins.”

“Maddox Exermas.”

“Good.” He clicked his pen and scratched off two names on his clipboard. “Now sit down.” He commanded, pointing them towards where a couple of kids were stretched out in the middle of the gym floor.

Maddox sauntered on over, plopping himself down next to the flashiest-looking of the bunch - A muscular guy with a choppy black bowl cut, vitiligo, and mismatched outfit: a skin-tight neon green turtleneck paired with lavender skinny jeans that sparkled in the light and magenta-pink high tops. Maddox turned back to Winola with a smile, motioning for her to sit next to him.

Winola eyed the two for a second, hesitant (especially with who he was sitting next to), before relenting and making her way to Maddox’s side.

The boy nodded his head in greeting to the both of them, his face bedazzled with silver piercings. He was definitely interesting, to say the least.

Maddox turned to him with a slight smile. “I like your hair.” He said, voice conveying nothing but complete seriousness.

The boy instantly perked up. He smirked and fluffed up his bowl cut, very obviously pleased with the compliment. “Thank you, I cut it myself.” He said smugly, like it was the best haircut in the entire world.

“I’m Maddox by the way, you are?”

He grinned. “Felix.”

Mr. Prader marched to the front of the class, hands clasped behind his back. “Good morning class. I’m Mr. Prader and I’ll be your Phys Ed teacher for the rest of the semester.”

“Today we’ll be going straight into our first unit: Diole Prevention and Safety.” He glared at them, making eye contact with each and every student. Winola felt like shrinking under his piercing gaze. “As you all know, Dioles are dangerous individuals that possess inhuman abilities. Fifteen years ago, governments in every country finally decided to wipe out the Dioles, since they’re violent and savage.”

“Our first unit will go over self-defence if you ever encounter a Diole, and how to report one.” He said. “Now, how many of you have ever been in the presence of a Diole?” His eyes scanned across the room, finally landing on the one hand that had popped up.

Maddox sat there, a bored expression on his face, his hand straight up in the air. “I have.”

“Oh, when? What did you do? Was it scary?” Mr. Prader fired questions at him, practically interrogating him (yet again).

“I see them pretty often. My best friend’s dad is kinda Howard Restall, y’know, the guy that makes the serum that kills Dioles. They’re kinda annoying, but I guess I tolerate it.” Maddox said, a small smile sneaking its way across his face.

The class was instantly full of whispers.

“No way he’s actually friends with Howard Restall’s son.”

“Nobody even knows his name.”

“Yeah, apparently his son has never left the house before.”

“HELLLLLOOOOOOOOO?!”

Suddenly frantic banging on the gym doors caught everyone’s attention.

Mr. Prader opened the door, causing the mystery stranger to fall face-first into his big glorious pecs.

The stranger pushed himself out of Mr. Prader’s moobs, stumbling back a little before standing straight and introducing himself. “Good morning sir, sorry I’m late. I was having transportation issues.”

“I’m January.” He smiled. “January Restall.”

#dioles tag #oc: Winola #oc: Maddox #oc: Felix #oc: Mr Prader #oc: January #my ocs #ocs #oc fic #oc ficlet #oc writing #original character #original story #writeblr #writers of tumblr

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ashthedrawer · 4 months

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Masterlist | Characters: Winola (she/her), Felix (he/him), Haru (he/him), Reese (they/them), Cora (she/her), Cormac (he/him)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

When they resurfaced, Winola found herself in a nice little cabin.

There was a fireplace burning, a hazy orange glow emitting from it, filling the entire room with a cozy warmth as it crackled. A few couches were stretched out in the room, a couple blankets draped over their backs, giving it a homey type of look, and in middle of one of them, sat at a man.

He was tall and muscular, with long black hair that hung past his shoulders, tanned skin, a light bit of stubble, and dark eyes. He was sprawled out on the couch, seemingly at peace for about two seconds, before he spotted the glowing blue portal in the middle of the living room - and the group of unexpected visitors.

“Reese?” He quickly sprung up, running over to them. He cupped their cheek, looking at them in apparent shock. “Are you okay? Why are you here? Who are these guys?”

“I’m fine Haru, I’ll explain everything in a second.” They gave him a quick kiss.

He took in the rest of the Board Game Club, Akali’s family, Shehani, and Una, and his shock faded away, obviously not pleased to find a bunch of teenagers standing there gaping at him.

No one moved or spoke for what felt like forever, the group just standing there blinking at each other, before another voice cut through the silence. “Reese?!” Someone loudly exclaimed. There was a flash of a very familiar-looking head of orange hair before another body bounced on top of the medic. “What are you doing here? You’re not hurt are you?”

“I’m fine, honey.” Never in a million years would Winola have expected to see her old Math teacher standing in front of her, arms wrapped around Reese tightly. She blinked in shock, mouth falling open slightly, unable to contain her surprise.

It was Ms. Cora.

Cora turned to look at the group, eyes scanning over them before she came to realize who exactly she was staring at. Her body froze and her eyes went shiny, instantly filling with tears. She leapt onto them, pulling all of them into a tight hug and sobbing in relief. “I’m so glad you’re all alive. I was so worried about you guys.”

Winola could feel Felix melt into the hug beside her, breaking down into small, shaky cries, his body trembling all over. Cora just hugged them all tighter, still sobbing.

After a while she pulled away (which Winola was immensely glad for) and turned her attention towards Felix, noticing for the first time his bloody face. She cupped his face in her hands, her eyebrows furrowed with concern. “What happened to you?”

Felix’s expression crumpled at the softness in her voice, and he broke down again, his eyes squeezed tight as tears slipped back down his cheeks. Cora wrapped her arms around him again, gently rubbing his back, and Felix clung onto her, like she was the only thing keeping him upright. “It’s okay, you’re safe here.” She whispered.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up.” She took him by the hand, leading him down the hall, Felix still sobbing brokenly as he followed her, gripping her hand back tight.

“Winola…?” Amidst the chaos, Winola heard a small voice call her name.

Cormac stared at her with wide eyes.

He looked no different than the day that she left him. He had the same short reddish-brown hair, the same bright green eyes, the same pale skin. All minus for a new pair of clothes, and the fact that he had what looked like slight eyebags now.

He instantly threw himself on her, wrapping his arms around her waist and squeezing so tightly that it hurt, all while sobbing loudly. Winola reluctantly gave him a hug back, the action feeling foreign after so long. He was alive.

“Where were you? Why did you leave me?!” He held onto her tighter, burying his face in her shirt.

“I’m sorry.”

Winola didn’t know what to think. The truth was, she had been happy, thinking she’d never have to see him again. She been at peace. There had been this sort of feeling of relief, knowing he was gone, knowing Fergus was gone, knowing Freida was gone. She had been… free.

But here he was, crying in her arms, holding onto her like she was the only thing that mattered. She felt numb. She couldn’t make herself feel sorry for him, couldn’t make herself care for him. He was just another annoyance, another reason why she’d be cursed to live in this hellhole of a life, forever.

She patted his back almost subconsciously, the action coming back to her before she really knew what she was doing. Her ears were ringing.

He was actually alive. Cora had… kept him.

#here’s a little snippet from a fic I’m working on 😜#dioles tag #oc: Haru #oc: Reese #oc: Cora #oc: Winola #oc: Cormac #oc: Felix #my ocs #ocs #oc fic

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ashthedrawer · 7 months

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Masterlist | Characters: Felix (he/him), January (he/him), Mr Prader (he/him), Maddox (he/him), Adelio (they/he), Winola (she/her)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

“So, you think you could take a gun?”

January stared down at Felix, cocking an eyebrow. They were pushing through the crowded halls, side by side, making their way to gym - Felix’s favourite class. Chemistry was finally over, much to Felix’s relief. He wasn’t sure he could take much more of those sweaty drooling nerds making heart-eyes at Ms. Veerity. He really wished he had just taken Biology.

“Take a gun?” He smirked at January. “Maybe. It depends. But I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, so…”

“I mean you could just teleport away couldn’t you? Or is a bullet too fast?” January lowered his voice slightly, speaking quietly.

Felix froze, his heart skipping a beat. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Can you be quiet?” He hissed, grabbing onto January’s arm and digging his nails into his bicep. He glanced around at the people around them, eyes darting around to see if anyone had heard what he said. Just when he was starting to almost like January, he pulled shit like this. The guy had zero self preservation. “There’s cameras in the halls! You’re fucking insane, and you’re going to get us all caught acting like that! You can’t just go around announcing stuff like…. Like, you know. Use a code word at least! You- you!” Felix spluttered, tripping over his own words.

January stared at him blankly. “But I’m whispering.” He stated, like Felix was an idiot. Felix was pretty sure he wasn’t going to get through the week without strangling January. He’d never met someone so stupid. Then again, January was the one who decided to make a Board Game Club full of Dioles. So maybe it was to be expected.

“That doesn’t matter. There’s people around, cameras around. Someone will hear you! Are you really this careless?” Felix wasn’t even whispering anymore, more like mouthing the words at January in pure rage. “I never should have trusted you.” He spit, glaring at him in complete disgust.

January stared at him for a moment, checking to see if he was finished. “These cameras don’t pick up sound, only record. So the only thing they’ll be seeing is you freaking out.” He said calmly, sounding completely unbothered. He glanced around, motioning towards the students all around them. Everyone was either making out, fighting, talking loudly in their own groups, or heading down the hall with their earbuds blasting music so loud even Felix and January could hear it. “I don’t think anyone’s paying attention to us.”

Felix gave him the meanest look he could muster, letting go of his arm. “I hate you.” He growled in a strained voice. “And to answer your question: I don’t know. Because I’ve never been shot at.”

“Do you want to? We can test it out.” January smiled at him, like Felix hadn’t just told him that he hated him. “With a fake gun.”

Felix’s face morphed into a variety of different emotions, all within a couple of seconds. Shock, fear, astonishment, excitement, before finally settling on suspicion. He tried to push away the giddy feeling he got at the thought of actually getting to try out his powers for once, reminding himself that this was Howard Restall’s son, that he couldn’t trust him. “And where would we even do that?”

“My house!” January said, like that was the most logical easiest answer.

Felix bugged his eyes out, jaw falling to the floor. “Your house? The house that belongs to The Howard Restall? The guy who-“ Felix trailed off, gesturing with his hands frantically. He stared at January like he had lost his mind, which he was pretty sure he already had.

“No, he lives in a different house.” January said without hesitation, weirdly casual about admitting that his dad didn’t even live with him.

“But he probably has cameras. Everywhere.”

January started to walk again, still keeping his voice low for Felix’s sake. “If he did have cameras, I would be dead right now.”

Felix followed him, giving him a hard stare. “What about your servants, or whatever?” He guessed that someone as rich as January wouldn’t have to do anything for himself. He probably had a million maids and cooks and butlers that all worked under his dad, doing all the chores and cooking and cleaning. They probably even picked out clothes for him every morning. “How do you know he didn’t update them recently? Huh?”

“They only see me once a week.” January said, which came as a surprise to Felix. The gym appeared in front of them. Felix gave him a weird look. He didn’t understand January Restall at all. No wonder he was so odd, homeschooled all his life, living in an empty mansion all by himself. The more he learnt about January, the more his life just seemed kind of… sad. It made it harder to hate the guy, which just annoyed Felix further.

“Morning Restall, Morning Rodriguez.” Mr. Prader was at the door, greeting the two of them as they walked in, standing in large baggy pants and a tight tank top that just enunciated his large pecs. Felix eyed his pant pockets, wondering if he really was hiding a gun in there, like Bliss had said, and gave him a small wave, mostly out of fear, before following January and taking a seat.

January had propped himself right next to Winola, who looked absolutely mortified to be near him. She was staring down at the ground, absolutely refusing to acknowledge either January or Felix.

The bell rang again, signalling the start of class. Mr. Prader marched up to the front, arms behind his back. “Good morning class,” He said. “In order to build teamwork and character, we’ll be playing dodgeball to the death today.”

Felix grinned, excited to finally be back in a class he would excel at. He didn’t even care anymore that January Restall was here, or that Mr. Prader was possibly armed. He was going to win this.

Mr. Prader pulled out a tiny flip phone, and started calling off names using an online website. “Team one is Rodriguez, Exermas, and Restall. Team captain will be Rodriguez.” He called out some other people that Felix didn’t know or care about for team one. Felix was brimming with excitement, glad to be back in his element. He turned to grin at January, not even upset that they were both on the same team. It could even be a good thing - January was tall and athletic, and he looked just as excited as Felix to be in gym, if not more.

Mr. Prader pointed Felix’s team to the right. Team two, which was led by Winola, heading to the left. “If you get hit you’re out and off to the side, if you catch the ball then the thrower is out and you get to bring a teammate back in. Understood?” Mr. Prader explained the rules, grabbing a large duffel bag. “While I put the balls out huddle together and get to know your team.”

There were a couple of girls goggling January, giving him looks and then turning to giggle with each other. “You should be team captain, January.” They swooned.

Felix ignored them, turning to introduce himself. “Hi, I’m Felix.”

The whole group turned to him like he had interrupted something extremely important. He got a few glares, before they all went back to drooling over January’s presence, much to Felix’s annoyance. “Who votes for January as captain?” Someone said, and the whole group started murmuring in agreement, nodding and putting their hands up. Felix huffed, glaring at January. Of course he had to steal all the attention. It wasn’t enough that he was rich and popular and liked by everyone, he also had to one-up Felix, once again.

“Well I nominate keeping Felix as leader.” January said with a grin. “Everyone who disagrees with me can go switch teams.”

Felix’s mood was instantly restored. He beamed, as everyone turned to look at him once again. He started to set out their amazing plan, determined to destroy Winola’s team at dodgeball. The whole group immediately burst into applause, in awe of his rousing speech. Felix guessed this was mainly only because January seemed to like him, but it was fine by him either way.

January wiped a dramatic tear from his eye, following Felix into position. Maddox gave him a thumbs up, and January saluted, the both of them taking this game with one hundred percent seriousness.

“THE GAME IS STARTING IN FIVE.” Mr. Prader boomed, finally finished with setting up the balls. Winola’s whole team looked completely unorganized, with Winola hanging back like she was trying to hide herself from everyone else. From the front Mr. Prader counted down, before finally screaming go, announcing the start of the game.

Felix’s team (minus Felix, January and Maddox) all forgot the plan, yelling and running back in fear. Winola’s team charged the dodgeballs, grabbing as many as they could and running back. They all shoved Winola to the front, like she was some sort of human shield.

Felix’s team was getting hammered by balls. Felix tried his best to keep up with his plan, but all his group members were either hiding towards the back or getting slammed by more dodgeballs.

He gave up trying to follow their teams plan, and just started firing as many balls as he could at Winola’s team. Maddox purposely stepped in the path of a ball and sauntered off to stand at the side. Felix resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Maddox was probably the most unathletic person he had ever met. He hadn’t even been able to get through jogging laps yesterday. Even Winola, who looked like she would rather be anywhere else than in this gym class, could do that.

Eventually, it was just Felix and January on the one side, with Winola and some boy Felix hadn’t seen yesterday on the other.

Felix hit Winola squarely in the chest, sending her to the side. She looked instantly relieved.

January winded up, whipping the ball as hard as he possibly could, and it went soaring towards the boy. Felix watched as the boy went flying across the gym, crashing into the wall, and landing on the ground in a heap. Except, gripped tightly in his hands, was January’s ball.

Felix was completely flabbergasted.

He pushed down his shock, whipping another ball towards his legs. The boy wobbled over from being winded, somehow accidentally dodging Felix’s ball. Felix shot another dodgeball at him just as fast, not allowing him any time to recover. The boy rolled to the side, trying to get up, accidentally dodging the second one. Felix huffed a breath of frustration, throwing a third ball at the guy, only this time seventeen times harder.

The boy stood up and stumbled, the ball hitting the wall with a large smack and ricocheting off of it, almost hitting Winola in the face. Felix glanced around at his completely empty side of the gym, all the balls on Winola’s side. January was grinning ear-to-ear at him from next to Maddox, finding this obviously hilarious.

Felix stood alone, cornered. The boy looked towards the ball in his hands, and then back to Winola. He nodded towards her with a smile, “You’re back in captain.” Winola looked like she wanted to die. She shook her head quickly, desperately motioning to one of their other teammates. The entire group shoved her away from the wall and back into the arena.

Felix could do nothing but stand and wait as the boy handed Winola two balls, whispering a plan into her ear and glancing back at him. In an instant, both of them turned and threw their balls straight at him.

Felix dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes, rolling and dodging. Miraculously, he managed to dodge all four at once. He leapt towards one of their discarded dodgeballs, throwing it with all his might towards Winola.

Winola didn’t even try to pretend to dodge, letting it hit her again and heading back to the side. The boy’s face went wide with shock, looking absolutely appalled that she let herself get hit. Felix took advantage of the distraction, firing another ball towards his legs.

The whole gym went silent as the ball hit his calf, bouncing off and rolling away.

Felix had won.

“YAY YOU DID IT FELIX!” January ran over and shook Felix’s shoulders excitedly. Maddox clapped him on the back and smiled.

“That other guy can really dodge though. What’s their name? Castro?” January pointed at the boy - Castro - with a huge grin. They had coppery brown hair tied back into a loose bun and a bright jacket, standing next to Winola and smiling at her from across the gym.

“He’s good.” Felix nodded at January, still kind of in awe at how well Castro had dodged all the balls they’d thrown at him, especially January’s. “I definitely would want him on my team next time.”

“We should trade Maddox off for him.” January said, before skipping over to Mr. Prader. January talked with Mr. Prader for a bit, giving his usual charismatic smile that seemed to win everyone over, before running back towards Felix and Maddox.

Mr. Prader blew into his whistle. “Castro, Exermas, you’re switching teams.”

Felix was kind of shocked that January so easily switched over Maddox, seeing as they had been practically attached at the hip since he first met them. He guessed that January really was that serious about dodgeball.

Maddox gave January a grin, punching him in the arm but not seeming that bothered, and joining Winola on the other side. Castro laughed awkwardly and headed over towards Felix and January, waving bye to his old team.

Felix immediately walked up to Castro, giving him a huge smile. “That was super cool how you caught January’s ball last round. I’m Felix, by the way.”

“Oh uh, thanks!” They replied, sounding a little surprised that someone willingly wanted them on their team. He reached out his hand, speaking in a slight Cuban accent. “I’m Adelio.”

Felix shook it ecstatically. “Did you just move here?”

Adelio smiled back. “Yup. I was sick yesterday so I couldn’t come, but I feel a lot better today.” They tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear.

Just then, January sauntered over. “Nice dodges last round,” He told Adelio. “But be warned, this round will be a lot harder.” His mismatched eyes were trained on Maddox, who was smiling from across the gym, but there was this sense of bloodlust to it. Felix was pretty sure he had never seen Maddox look so competitive. He wasn’t worried though, because unlike January, Maddox was skinny and kind of weak. The only thing he had going for him was his height. Felix was confident that the three of them alone would be able to beat Maddox and Winola.

The whistle blew, and once again Winola’s team charged the balls while Felix, January and Adelio ran up alone, their group hiding back. Felix grabbed two balls, Winola’s team already firing at the kids in the back. He took aim immediately at their weakest link: Winola, who he knew wouldn’t dodge.

But instead of Felix’s ball hitting her, Maddox slid in front of Winola, catching the ball and giving Felix a sly grin.

Maddox had gotten him out.

Felix blinked, realizing how much he had underestimated him. He walked to the side in shock, leaning against the wall with his other teammates, watching as Maddox took down almost all of his remaining team. Maddox had stood around and done basically nothing the first round, yet now he hurled balls with one thousand times more accuracy, always hitting the mark. It was kind of impressive, if Felix was being honest.

Adelio was dodging about fifty balls at once, his old team screaming traitor at him as he jumped around and avoided their attacks.

Winola got smacked in the back of the head, which earned another whistle from Mr. Prader. “Since Higgins got hit by her own team that means her team has to do fifteen push-ups, each.”

Felix held back a laugh and smirked at Maddox, growing more amused by the second. He didn’t even care that they were losing anymore. Maddox’s eyes flashed dangerously at the sight of Felix’s smirk, and he dropped to the ground, doing the fastest fifteen push-ups Felix had ever seen in his entire life. He jumped back up and threw another ball, nailing Adelio in the face.

Adelio, who had now been hit as hard as possible, twice, walked off, nose bleeding. “Wow, that guy’s good, isn’t he?” He leaned up next to Felix.

Felix snorted. “Um- yeah.” He reached into his pants pocket, retrieving a pink handkerchief with floral print. “You’re bleeding though.”

“Oh am I?” Adelio touched his face, fingers coming up with blood. He accepted Felix’s handkerchief with a thanks.

Now it was January against seven people.

He threw the ball directly at Winola, just like Felix had, and Felix was sure that they had lost. But Maddox didn’t jump in front of her this time, and Winola was hit. Her team cheered, even though their captain had just gotten out. Winola didn’t seem to care, ignoring their jeering and looking overjoyed to be finally out of dodgeball.

“Your team is full of assholes, huh?” Felix muttered to Adelio.

“Well, my ex-team,” Adelio said, still pressing the handkerchief to his nose, red splotches soaking through. “Poor Higgins.”

“She’s bad, but not that bad.” Felix lied, knowing full well she was that bad.

“I mean, she seems like she wanted to go out anyway.” Adelio smiled, glancing back to where Maddox and January were going one for one.

“Just the moment I was waiting for.” January picked up a ball and looked to the side. “I will avenge my team!” He said, all dramatics.

“A special little present just for you.” He murmured, pressing his thumb on the top of the ball. It sunk into his hands, growing even heavier.

Felix’s eyes went wide, already knowing what January planned to do, his whole body freezing up in fear at the thought of it. He really wanted to strangle January now. He cursed himself for ever joining that absolute idiot. Maddox smirked, his eyes flashing blue, somehow proving to be just as stupid as January. He had thought that Maddox was the voice of reason out of their duo, but he guessed not.

January winded up, throwing the ball at the speed of light. Felix could only watch in suspense, not able to make himself move.

Maddox jumped to the side, and the ball whizzed past him, crashing into the wall where he was a second ago. It cracked.

“Whoops,” January laughed. “That was a little too hard, I’ll go softer this time.” He picked up another ball, this time sinking it even deeper into his palms.

Felix was pretty sure he was going to combust. He bit down on his jaw, his whole body just screaming to pounce on January and stop him from getting himself killed. He threw the second ball, and Maddox dodged in the opposite direction. The ball hit the exact same spot, cracking the wall even further.

Maddox smiled. “It’s almost like the balls are getting heavier.”

“It’s almost like you’re predicting where I throw them.” January shot back, picking up another dodgeball.

They both had a death wish.

Felix was grinding his teeth now, absolutely seething in anger. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to force himself to calm down. Mr. Prader was standing right there, watching all this go down, wearing his usual stoic expression. Felix couldn’t tell if he knew, if he had any clue what January and Maddox were pulling right now. He couldn’t get Bliss’ words out of his head, how he supposedly carried a gun in his pants pocket. He couldn’t believe January, claiming how much he wanted to help them, only to use his powers in public the next day. He was full of false promises and lies.

“Man,” January said, placing his thumb atop a new ball, as it instantly sunk down into his palms again. “It’d be real nice if I could portal away.”

Felix was going to murder January Restall.

He had to physically restrain himself from running and pummelling January. He laughed loudly, shaking in rage, and glared daggers at the two of them. “You guys are so funny. This is so funny!” He smiled, wide and devoid of humour. “THIS IS SO HILARIOUS. WHO’S GOING TO WIN? YOU’RE CRACKING ME UP!” He laughed again, sounding absolutely deranged.

Adelio placed a hand on Felix’s shoulder, looking concerned for his sanity. “You feeling okay? I think you should sit down.”

Felix shook his head, still smiling like a crazed madman. “No, no. I need to see this.”

Adelio patted Felix on the back. “Whatever you say.”

January and Maddox continued to throw balls back and forth, January’s cracking the walls and floor each time, and Maddox dodging each one perfectly. Felix was about to pop a blood vessel, his whole body jolting every time January’s balls hit. He was glaring at January so hard that his eyes were practically bugging out of his face.

“Could you hold still?” January asked, drilling yet another ball, which hit the wall with a loud crack.

“Five minutes left!” Mr. Prader called, still watching the two of them intently.

January spiked another ball, and Maddox stepped in front of it. He placed his hands over his chest where the ball was aimed, looking at January with a huge grin.

Maddox grabbed the ball, skidding backwards across the floor and leaving marks. He slammed into the gym wall, before slowly sliding down, January’s ball still clutched in his hands. He smirked.

“TEAM HIGGINS WINS!”

Winola’s team engulfed her, all cheering her name and shouting like they hadn’t been calling her names and giving her dirty looks the entire class. Adelio ran over to January. “Wow, you throw so hard!” Felix ran up to him as well, standing right next to Adelio, smiling uncannily. “Meet me in the locker room after class, bitch.”

“Sure thing!” January smiled good-naturedly, before walking off to meet with Maddox. Felix stared at him wordlessly, quaking with anger.

“ATTENTION CLASS!” Mr. Prader interrupted everyone’s conversations, coughing loudly and standing at the front.

“Today, you’ll all be getting your gym shirts.” He reached into his seemingly endless pant pocket and pulled out a handful of t-shirts, all coral-pink, a huge howling wolf plastered on the front under the words DRHS. “You will wear these every day in gym, along with a change of pants of your choice. Now let’s go to the locker rooms.” He said, tossing the shirts into a pile on the floor, allowing everyone to find their right size. Felix grabbed his, too enraged by January to even care about how cool he thought the shirts looked.

Mr. Prader led the class to the locker rooms, first pointing to a sign with unicorns and hearts that read BOYS, then leading them to the next door, which had a sign with dinosaurs and lightning bolts and said GIRLS. Finally he reached the last room, the gender-neutral change room, which had both dinosaurs and unicorns. Felix was still glaring at January murderously, the latter not bothered at all by the death looks he was receiving.

The bell rang, and Felix immediately stomped into the gender-neutral locker room with clenched fists, motioning for January to follow angrily.

January leaned in to whisper something to Maddox, waving goodbye and following behind Felix.

As soon as the door swung shut, Felix whipped around. “YOU.” He kicked at January, aiming right for his balls, all while swinging at his face.

January moved back just in time, saving both his balls and his face from disaster. “Now what’s this all about?” He asked calmly, like he was almost confused on why Felix could be mad, still moving just out of reach.

Felix was about to explode. It was enough that he had used his powers - which could have gotten all of them exposed - but now he had the audacity to pretend like he didn’t know exactly why Felix could be angry. Felix was pretty sure he hadn’t met someone so completely stupid in his entire life.

He despised January Restall.

Felix kept swinging at his face, January dodging each of his attacks, no longer trying to reason with him. His aura flickered, like it had yesterday in the club room, January no longer radiating a laidback presence like he had two moments before, almost like it was dangerous to be around him now. Like January was going to actually hurt him.

Felix didn’t care, too caught up in rage. He kicked at him, swinging his arms wildly.

“That’s not very good form.” January said slowly, narrowing his eyes.

Felix yelled in frustration, aiming at his face once again. He decked January right in the nose, but January did not stumble back or even really react to the punch. He gripped Felix’s wrist tightly, keeping him in place firmly.

Felix strained against him, pure fury contorting his features. He spat at January’s feet. “What the hell did you think you were doing? In front of everyone? I trusted you! You’re such a fucking idiot!”

January’s face was deadly calm, devoid of any emotion. He pressed his thumb against Felix’s hand, and Felix could feel himself start to sink into the ground, cracks forming at his feet. “I don’t know why you’re getting so upset when I didn’t even look at you the whole game.” He said, humour in his voice.

“That show you put on with Maddox? Cracking the wall? Oh yeah, that was fine. Mr. Prader was right there!” Felix hissed, voice shaking with pure anger. “And saying ‘I wish I could portal away’? You’re going to get us all killed! I cannot believe I ever trusted you!”

“I don’t see how risking my life and playing with my powers affected you.” January said, with the slightest hint of annoyance.

"Because, you're going to take us down with you! You act like its no biggie, like you're better than all of us! But I'm fed up with it. Do you know what they're going to do, once they kill you? They'll trace you back to me. To Winola, to Maddox, to everyone in your little dumb club! You act like it doesn't effect everyone, but it does! Don't you care about anybody else? Because I care!"

“If I didn’t care then you’d be dead already.” January looked Felix straight in the eyes, his gaze burning into Felix’s, still sinking him deeper and deeper into the ground.

"Then what was your brilliant plan of showing off in front of Prader, of all people?" Felix growled through clenched teeth, glaring back up at him. “You know, the one with a fucking gun?"

“You saw his face. He probably thought it was nothing.” January replied, speaking in one hundred percent honesty.

"You know," Felix got as close to January's face as he could. "You think you're smarter than everyone else. But news flash! You're not. And when you get yourself, or Maddox, or anyone in this club killed because you think you're so high and mighty, I'm going to feel real sorry. Not for myself. But for you. Because you're too STUCK UP YOUR OWN ASS TO SEE IT, JANUARY RESTALL!" Felix screamed, January's name said like its a slur.

January’s eyes flashed for a moment, and he swung back at lightning speed, decking Felix square in the face.

Felix reeled back, hand instantly going up to his burning face. “Ow.” He muttered indignantly.

January stepped back, his eyes returning back to normal. He looked down at Felix, shock plastered on his face.

“What was that for?” Felix demanded, his anger fading, too in awe that January actually punched him that hard.

“I’m sorry.” January said with an awkward smile, jumping to help him up again. He was a completely different person from a second ago, back to his normal cheery self.

Felix narrowed his eyes at January, rubbing his nose with a scowl. “Huh. You didn’t answer my question.”

“You were just talking so much and I guess it was instinct?” January rambled, pulling Felix up.

Felix eyed him. “Where did you learn to punch like that?”

“My mom taught me.” January said. “You can punch me back, if you want.”

“Sure.” Felix swung back, and as hard as he possibly could, he punched January across the face again.

January barely even budged, but his nose did start to bleed.

“Nice punch.” He said with a slight grin, swiping at his nose with the hem of his sleeve, smearing blood all over it.

“Thanks.” Felix wiped his hand on his shorts. “You’re good at fighting.” He said approvingly, albeit begrudgingly.

“Thanks. Me and Maddox haven’t practiced in a while.”

“Do you… practice your powers, or whatever, a lot? You’re both reckless idiots but you…” Felix hesitated, swallowing hard, like it was physically impossible to say something nice about January Restall. “You have a good control over your powers.”

“I play around with it whenever I get the chance, but Maddox practices a lot.” January said truthfully, holding up his hand to his nose to stop the bleeding.

Felix paused, widening his eyes. “You actually… do that?”

“I mean, in a world with powers it only makes sense to use them when you can.” January grinned.

The thought of practicing with his powers was foreign to Felix, and once again he couldn’t help but feel excited at the idea of it. His whole life his powers had been nothing but a nuisance, something that put him in danger constantly, something he couldn’t control, something he had to hide. But January seemed to think they were good, seemed to actually be proud that he was a Diole. It was strange.

There was a part of Felix that wished he could be like January, wished he could freely use his powers like that.

“We could test yours out with my gun if you’re still up for it.” January offered, practically reading Felix’s thoughts.

Felix stared at him long and hard. “How have you not gotten caught yet? With your rich dad who despises people like… us?”

“Well my rich dad acts like I don’t exist so I guess it works out for me.” January shrugged with a smile.

Felix didn’t know what to say. His anger, his suspicions, his distrust, all vanished. Staring at January now, he just seemed to be lonely. Felix couldn’t imagine what it would be like, to have Howard Restall as your father. He bet it probably wasn’t great. “That’s… kind of fucked up.”

“Is it?” January asked, beginning to walk back to the door. “I’m not very good with relationships.”

“I know.” Felix sighed. “Look, sorry for freaking out on you, or whatever. You’re still annoying and reckless, and a major idiot but… you’re okay, I guess.”

“And,” Felix faltered. He knew this was probably the worst decision of his life, but he couldn’t resist. He was speaking before he even really realized what he was saying. “You’re good at fighting. So, I mean, it would be uh… alright if you taught me. And stuff.” The words tumbled out, too nervous and fast to stop them.

January turned around again, eyes lighting up the happiest Felix had ever seen them. “Really?”

“Um,” Felix fidgeted with his hands, picking at his nail polish. No turning back now. “Yeah.” He said, the word coming with a rush of relief.

He was really going to do this.

“Great!” January beamed at Felix, absolutely over the moon. He pulled the door open for him. “Tomorrow after school you’re coming to my house.”

Felix walked out, following January and left to wonder if this was all going to be a huge mistake.

#dioles tag #my ocs #oc: Felix #oc: January #oc: Maddox #oc: Winola #oc: Adelio #oc: Mr Prader #oc fic #oc tag #oc writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscorner

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ashthedrawer · 7 months

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Characters: Felix (he/him), Winola (she/her)

@jiphenn

#old art of my favs 😋😜#Ocs also belongs to @jiphenn #my ocs #my art #oc: Felix #oc: Winola #dioles tag

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ashthedrawer · 5 months

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•OC FICLET•

Masterlist | Characters: Winola (she/her), January (he/him), Maddox (he/him), Akali (he/him), Astley (he/they), Alzena (she/her)

Characters in purple all belong to @jiphenn

After a while, January, Maddox, and Akali walked in, carrying trays of food. They all looked completely different from what Winola remembered. The month in hiding had evidently changed them all.

January’s gaze landed on Winola, sitting up on the couch, and he almost dropped his tray. He quickly grabbed at it, staring at her with wide eyes, like he had seen a ghost. Winola stared back at him, unsure on what she should even say.

January placed his tray down in a hurry, running right up to her. His face was pale with shock. “Are you okay? How are your legs? I’m sorry this is all my fault-“ He muttered a million apologies and concerns, all of it just spilling out of him in a rush. Never once in anyone’s life would anybody expect this from January. His demeanour had completely changed. He was no longer the happy and confident guy Winola had once known.

“It’s not your fault.” She reassured him. “I’m fine.”

January wasn’t listening. “No but it is! If I hadn’t made the dumb club none of this would’ve happened! All of you would be fine and happy, we wouldn’t be stuck in hiding… Avil would still be here.” His voice cracked, full of hurt. He looked completely crushed. Winola didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if she should try to comfort him.

January kept going on, and his words weren’t even directed at Winola, grief pouring out of him. He sounded like he was spiralling. Winola had never seen him like this. She was pretty sure no one had ever seen him like this. He seemed so utterly lost.

Maddox grabbed January’s shoulder lightly, leaning to whisper something in his ear. Slowly he led him out of the room, hand rubbing his shoulder soothingly. The room was filled with deafening silence. No one moved.

“At least you got him to talk.” Astley said after a few excruciating moments, breaking through the silence. He grabbed a sandwich from the tray.

The rest of the club started moving, all passing around sandwiches. Alzena grabbed Winola a sandwich and handed it to her, giving her a sympathetic look. “Don’t feel bad, he’s been like that for the past month.”

Everyone dug in, eating in silence. It was a weird change from how they all had used to laugh and joke loudly at club meetings. Winola couldn’t really believe this was the same Board Game Club from a month ago.

#I really hate this WIP but this specific part always gets me so 🤪#Dioles Tag #oc: Winola #oc: January #oc: Maddox #oc: Alzena #oc: Astley #ocs: The Board Game Club #my ocs #oc tag

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ashthedrawer · 7 months

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•OC FIC•

Masterlist | Characters: Winola (she/her), Felix (he/him), Gunther (he/him)

The character in purple belongs to @jiphenn

Winola just wanted to die.

Making her way home, wishing she was anywhere but here, absolutely hating her life; she wished that she had stayed in Germany.

It was a quiet afternoon, bright and sunny, a slight breeze in the air. Not too hot, not too cold. Peaceful. She guessed it was alright - better than how the rest of her week had been going. At least she didn’t have anyone to bother her on her walks home. A couple teenagers walked ahead of her, talking amongst themselves. Cars pulled into driveways. She wished that one would run her over already.

Suddenly, a tall, broad-shouldered guy bumped into her, glaring down into her eyes. She looked away. It was one of the bullies from before, the ones in her Foods class. Felix was supposed to be fighting them right now, she remembered. Winola stared down at her feet, picking up the pace. She just needed to get home. Then, finally, she could relax. Maybe even sleep. She didn’t dare try to acknowledge him, not that she really would have wanted to anyway. Even if he wasn’t a full foot over her, lean with muscles, and towering over her intimidatingly.

He suddenly twisted around, grabbing at her arm. His grip was like steel, fingers pressing into her skin, hard enough to draw blood. He yanked her back, and Winola could barely keep herself upright, stumbling over her feet. She tried to pull away, determined to just get home, to get to bed, to relax.

Just leave me alone, she wanted to scream. But she couldn’t make herself do it. She couldn’t even make herself look up from the ground.

In an instant, he swung his free arm around, hand pressing something cold and sharp against her neck. It was just touching her skin, but hard enough that it stung.

“Get away from me.” She said, finally finding her voice. She was at her last straw. She was pretty sure any more time in this town, with its constant annoying disturbances, and she’d actually end up killing herself.

He didn’t say anything, just pushed the knife deeper into her throat. She wondered if he would actually kill her. If this was finally the end.

“C’mon, let's get going.” He said gruffly. He didn’t loosen his grip, the knife still firm against her neck. He moved swiftly, practically dragging Winola along, all effortlessly, like she barely even weighed anything. No one seemed to notice them, walking down the street, plain as day. And if they did, no one came to help. Winola didn’t really expect any help, nevertheless. She tried to keep up with him, resigned to her fate. This day couldn’t get any worse. What was the use in trying to resist it?

“Let’s see how your boyfriend’s holding up. If he’s not already dead.”

Winola really wished that these guys would kill her too. She didn’t really care if Felix survived, either way. As long as they would just stop bothering her. Maybe if they killed him, he would stop bugging her, too. Just the thought of his stupid grinning face made her want to vomit.

The guy led her in between a row of run-down condos, down a pathway, more trees and bushes popping up. Winola had never been down here before. This wasn’t anywhere near her house, or their school. Maybe they really were taking her here to kill her.

They pushed past more rows of trees, a forest expanding in front of them, walking deeper and deeper. Light filtered through the trees, making the entire forest look kind of beautiful. Winola would’ve probably liked it down here, if it were under different circumstances. The nice breeze, the plants… this would have been a pretty cool place to just get away from everything.

Finally, he stopped her. In front of the both of them was Felix, on the ground, surrounded by a gang of guys, all tall and muscular like her captor, with large bats beating down on him.

He was curled up into a fetal position, coughing and groaning. His nose looked broken, blood smeared all over his face and on the ground beside him. His eyes were squeezed together tight, hands curled protectively over his head. His knees were brought up to his chest, his clothes ripped up. He looked.. Kind of pathetic. None of the guys with bats looked like he’d even gotten a single hit on them, all grinning like crazy, ruthlessly swinging their bats at him.

Winola just watched him.

She didn’t really feel all that bad. Felix had been the one to fight them first, afterall. And he was the one that went to this fight, anyway. So it was his fault. It wasn’t like he was nice to her (or anybody) in the first place. He was always sporting a bruised, swollen face. And she heard him boasting about his many fights that he supposedly “won” every single club meeting. Plus she constantly saw him winding up in the nurse’s office. It wasn’t like anybody had forced him to do this. Only now he had to make it Winola’s problem.

She really hated Felix Rodriguez.

The knife left her throat, but before she could even think about doing anything, she was thrown on top of him. Felix grunted, wincing in pain. Now his blood was on her, too. She moved back quickly, disgusted by him, trying to just stay out of the way. She just wanted them to finish beating him up and leave. Or at least kill her already.

A bat connected with the back of her head, and she was knocked back down to the ground.

Felix had stopped moving, stopped making noise. His eyes were rolled back up in his head, mouth slack. More bats slammed into her, pain shooting up her entire body. She didn’t even try to move out of the way anymore. She didn’t care anymore. All that she hoped for was that they’d beat her to death. Or maybe immobilize her. Leave her to die. This was going to happen sooner or later, she knew. It seemed every person in this town was out to get her, the minute she met January.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to stare at Felix’s ugly swollen head any longer. Of course it had to be Felix as the last thing she would see.

She felt a bat smack her face, hard, and everything went black.

When Winola woke up, she found herself not dead, but instead in a dark, unknown room. She blinked, and sat up, her head ringing. She couldn’t make out very much, there didn’t seem to be any windows or lights, just black. She stood up, albeit shakily, and tried to look around.

Someone groaned.

Of course, she thought bitterly, staring down at a misshapen lump at her feet which had to be Felix. So she wasn’t dead, and she was trapped with Felix Rodriguez in a random room. Not only that, but a random room that was reeking with piss. With a start, she realized it wasn’t the room, but her clothes, which were soaked through.

Someone had peed on her.

She crouched down again, trying to inspect Felix through the darkness. His head was unbelievably swollen, that she could tell. But his head was always swollen, so it didn’t make much of a difference. He also stank of piss, and from what she could tell, his clothes were still wet. Near his legs, something was sticking up straight into the air. Or not near his legs…

“Ow,” Felix moaned.

It was his leg. Snapped at the knee, practically staring at Winola. Felix seemed to notice it too, because just then he started screaming his head off. Once again Winola wondered what she had done to get stuck with him. She didn’t think someone could prove to be more annoying, but he always found a way to surprise her.

She ignored him, staring at his bent leg for one more moment before deciding to find a way out of this place. Far, far away from Felix. She padded around the perimeter of the room, feeling along the walls for anything that could help her.

From what she could tell, they seemed to be stuck in some sort of shed.

After doing another lap, still ignoring Felix’s groans and yells, her hands closed around a handle. A door. She twisted at the handle, trying to push it open. The door didn’t budge, locked from the outside.

She sighed, Felix’s screams just adding to her bad mood. The shed seemed to completely empty other than the two of them. No key, nothing sharp she could use to try and wedge the door open. No windows. They had taken her bag, with all her personal belongings in it. Just four thick wooden walls and a locked door.

Winola kicked at the door as hard as she could, and yet still nothing. Even if she was strong enough (which she wasn’t) her body felt weak and lethargic from the fight. She took a deep breath, trying to think of some other way to escape. No way was she going to let herself get stuck in this small, tiny shed with Felix groaning on the ground. At least now he seemed to have calmed down, no longer screaming. She couldn’t tell if his yells or his whimpering cries were worse.

She pressed her hands along the boards, trying to pry one free. Unfortunately, none of them came loose, and all she managed to do was effectively tear her nails and scrape up her palms.

“Did they take your phone, Felix?”

Felix just groaned softly, blinking up at her groggily. Winola rolled her eyes. She just wanted to get out of here already. This wasn’t even her idea, it was his. She had told him he didn’t have to go to this stupid fight, but Felix just needed to find new ways to ruin her life. She should have just killed herself while she had the chance.

Outside the door, the sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention. She wondered if it were those guys again, coming back to finish them off. She hoped they would just kill them quickly this time. She knew Freida and Fergus wouldn’t look for her. They were probably glad she never came home.

Someone knocked. “Pizza Delivery!”

It was a guys voice, but not one of the bullies from before. It was vaguely familiar, but yet she couldn’t place who it was.

“We can’t open the door.” She said after a moment, weighing her options. She guessed that this guy was their only way out of here, so there was no harm in speaking up, even though she wasn’t very hopeful on who was waiting on the other side of the shed door.

There was a sharp kick, and the door came swinging open with a thud. Winola had never been more relieved. Standing in front of them was none other than Gunther. Winola was in shock. She wasn’t expecting this. She didn’t even know how Gunther seemed to always find her. Gunther brushed back his hair, stepping inside.

Felix groaned again, grabbing his attention. He glanced down at his snapped leg, bloody face, and bruises. “That doesn’t look good.” He said, a twinge of humour in his voice. He almost seemed amused. “And it doesn’t smell good, either.” He glanced around the shed, taking in them both before closing the door again.

“Are you guys Dioles?”

The answer was immediate, “No.” Even though Felix had managed to convince Gunther to join the club, she didn’t trust him. Winola knew she would never admit to being a Diole out loud. Not to anybody.

“Oh, don’t play dumb.” He laughed light-heartedly, seemingly unbothered by Felix groaning on the ground and the overwhelming smell of piss. He walked over to Felix, bending down to get a better look at his leg.

“How about we say our truthful answers on the count of three?” He turned to grin at her, poking at Felix’s leg. Felix screamed again, which seemed to entertain Gunther further.

“I’m not going to say anything.”

“If you tell me the truth I’ll take this guy away from you.” He said with a smile.

“I don’t trust you.”

Gunther propped himself down next to Felix, crossing his legs. “And what can I do to earn that trust?” He seemed genuine enough, but Winola wasn’t going to cave now. She refused to tell anybody else that she was a Diole. January had already told too many people.

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.” She said quietly.

“Well can you tell me something else then?”

“What?”

He looked down at Felix, who seemed to be struggling to stay conscious now. “Is he a Diole?”

Winola thought about it for a second, wondered what Gunther planned to do. Wondered what would happen if she lied, told him that he wasn’t a Diole. Gunther was looking into her eyes expectantly, waiting for an answer.

She remembered why she was here in the first place, how Felix had decided to fight these guys, now he had dragged her into it too. She thought about all the times he had messed with her, how he thought he was better than everyone else.

And she realized she didn’t really care what happened to him. She nodded at Gunther.

“Perfect.” He stood up, slinging Felix over his shoulder with ease. Felix was completely out of it now. She wasn’t sure if he could even hear them anymore. He opened the door, before turning to look at her once again. “You want a new sweater or something? You smell like piss.”

She just shook her head, glad to finally leave.

“The sidewalk is that way,” Gunther pointed left. “But I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with one last grin and disappeared into the trees in the opposite direction, and Winola was finally left alone again.

#dioles tag #oc: Winola #oc: Felix #oc: Gunther #my ocs #oc fic #ocs #oc writing #writeblr #writerscorner #original writing #writers on tumblr

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