#inkblottats

I always imagined him to be a Ravenclaw, too, I never really saw him as a Slytherin and he’s WAY too selfish to be Gryffindor imho

SO GLAD YOU CAN LAUGH AT MY EMOTIONAL PAIN.  THAT META YOU WROTE WAS NOT OKAY.

//I’m gonna blindside you both with my own ships

{ NO DON'T DO IT I SHIP ANYTHING

    I CAN'T HELP IT

"This is stupid," Newt complained, shrugging his jacket closer to him as they walked through the rubble.

"No it isn't," Scott replied from further up ahead. "This is going to be awesome."

They were headed to a part of the city that hadn't been rebuilt yet. Usually, the residents of Hong Kong were quick to build up around the damage; the space was needed and there was no room for monuments and mourning. Except this place had been left untouched for a while. The locals wouldn't go near it and that was cause for alarm.

Scott Grands, of course, decided that that was exactly where they needed to be. And he'd guilted Newt into going along with him (although it was less of a guilt trip and more of Scott moping around like a kicked puppy until Newt changed his mind about the outing). So there they were, in an abandoned part of Hong Kong, walking around in the middle of the night like idiots.

"Scott, come on," Newt called out. "We're here, we've seen it, can we go?"

"What's wrong?" Scott called out, looking over his shoulder. "Scared? Need me to hold your hand. I'll do it for you, you know I will."

"This place is a little creepy, yeah," Newt said. "But I don't need you to hold my hand."

"Oh, don't be that way," Scott pouted. "You know I won't tell anyone."

"Except you totally will."

"Yeah, I totally will," he answered. "Now stop kicking your feet around and follow me. I'm not ready to leave just yet."

Scott bounded off, disappearing behind some of the piles of rubble. Newt was left all alone, having not walked fast enough, and soon enough, Scott was out of sight. And now things were really starting to get creepy.

It was dark here. They hadn't rebuilt, which meant no lights, which meant Newt was alone in a strange part of the city and he couldn't see anything. Occasionally, he'd hear sounds from the piles of rubble, animals who had decided to come back probably. Innocent enough sounds, but in the environment, they were enough to make him get a little jumpy.

"Scott?" he called out apprehensively. "Come on, dude, where are you?"

He only heard his own voice echo back.

"This isn't funny, Grands, where are you?"

Nothing.

He was starting to get nervous. He wished he had something, a gun, a knife, anything that he could use to fend off anything that might jump out at him. The best thing he could find was a lump of concrete from one of the destroyed buildings, so he reached down to pick that up and carry it with him. He could bludgeon someone with it if he needed to. Or that was the idea, anyway.

He hoisted the concrete up in his arms and walked on, still looking around for Scott. And that's when he started to hear the footsteps behind him.

"Shit," he swore. Where the hell was Scott when he needed him? No one wanted to bother them because Scott was monstrously enormous, but Newt (as much as he hated to admit it) was tiny and sort of an easy target. He'd be screwed if someone decided to mug him.

He started to speed up and so did the foot steps behind him. He tried to go about his business and ignore them, but come on. When did that even work? Finally, he couldn't take it any more and broke into a run. The footsteps behind him did the same.

"Scheiße, scheiße, scheiße!" Newt hissed as he ran. He was zigzagging now, not even paying attention to the turns he was taking until suddenly he found himself cornered in an alley. He could hear the foosteps catching up to him around the corner and he had no where else to turn.

This is it, he thought. He lived through multiple encounters with Kaiju and here he was, about to die alone in an alley. It fucking figured. He wouldn't go without a fight, though. He held up the hunk of concrete he'd picked up and launched it at his would-be assailant when  he heard them rounding the corner. It missed.

"Was that supposed to be threatening?"

Newt looked up. Scott Grands was looking back and forth between the concrete and Newt, grinning like a fucking idiot.

"You are so lucky no one threatening was chasing you," he laughed. "Or you'd have been dead."

"I hate you," Newt hissed. "I hate you, I hate you, and we're leaving."

Scott only replied by laughing even harder, which of course put Newt in an even worse mood.