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[notinthefett]

It's evening in the perfect Hell.

Street lights have just come on. Families are sitting down around dinner tables.

"Hey Baby?" Warren says. "Can you pass the peas?"

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[faithful_slayer]

Jonathan's portal opens in their room, and Faith falls out of it and lands in a chair to Wes' right, with a grunt.

She has a sword and an axe strapped to her back, and several knives on her waist.

[rebelheartalien]

Michael lands in the next chair over, heavily.

He doesn't have any visible weapons. He is a weapon.

[notinthefett]

There is a moment of silence, and then the little boy screams. Chairs turn over as Warren and Wes scramble. The bowl of peas is over-turned.

Warren grabs the boy around the waist and sprints to the bathroom, with Wes on his heels. Wes throws a handful of silverware in Faith's direction with a screech. The bathroom door slams shut once the three of them are inside and locks.

"I'm calling the police!" Warren yells through the door, clearly terrified.

[stilljustandrew]

Andrew has already landed in a bellyflop on the ottoman. It takes him a moment to get his breath.

"Warren, it's me!" he shouts, struggling to his feet. "It's Andrew!"