Pro., Ep.1, Ep.2, Ep.3, Ep.3.5, Ep.4
A/N: this was not supposed to take nearly 6 months ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
I apologize for the wait, I had started a new job and was forced to have to move cross country and have been slowly getting my life on track. Chapter 4 is in the works, I've just finished this mini chapter. I felt like we'd need something sweet, this takes place after the events of the fic. Reader will never quite learn how to be normal.
CW: Trying to eat people, Reader being referred to with she/her pronouns
Twin voices rang out as the elevator slipped shut behind two figures. Zoey bounced around the corner with Rumi following behind, both of their arms heavy with shopping bags. Rumi stopped first at the scene before her, the couch was singed and one of the ottomans crisped. “What happened..?” Rumi slowed, eyes passing over the mess, reminding her of your first ever outburst. Parts of the floor were burnt, as well as the walls and windows, covered in black ash. Mira stood in the kitchen, hands beneath running water as she doused reddened blisters on her arm under cold water. The apartment was trashed, for a lack of better words, just like your first ever outburst.. Rumi drew closer, steps slow as her eyes trailed over the mess. Zoey was behind her, jittery and worried as you had yet to show yourself. The moment Zoey opened her mouth, your name on the tip of her tongue, Mira looked up. “In the pot.” Her words were short and pissed, teeth gritted as the blistering on her arms started looking less red and more pink.
The youngest and middle members shared a look, creeping into the kitchen as questions danced on their tongues. On the stove was one of their larger pots made for slow cooking, the stovetop wasn’t on, nor was the lid, yet the scent of campfire lingered strongly around it. Peeking over the rim, Zoey squealed as Rumi’s brows drew together. There in the pot was you, or at least a tiny flame version of you. The blob of fire danced in purples and pinks before their eyes as you frowned at them, made up of oranges and yellows in sharp zigzags. “What happened?” Rumi asked slowly, bags hanging from her hands. Zoey was quick to drop the ones she held, fumbling for her phone with excitement, her eyes sparkling as she snapped picture after picture. “I told her no.” Mira stated simply, dragging a depressing wail from the flame.
Rumi’s confused look made Mira sigh. “She can't eat Bobby.” You wailed at the statement, as if it was the most heartbreaking news. Zoey giggled, continuing her photoshoot as Rumi pinched the bridge of her nose. “He looks so sweet tasting.” You whined like a child, plumes of smoke wafting towards the stove fan. “I said no.” Mira huffed, turning from her blistered arms to glare at your bobbing being. Another cry came from your mouth, the pot's bottom turning red before settling back to grey.
The kitchen was just as much of a mess, the counters holding burnt hand towels and oven mitts. Even something black was melted into one of the counters. “She melted through the ramen pot.”, grumbled Mira before Rumi could even ask, sending a wave of disappointment through the purple haired member as Mira turned the tap off. The pink headed woman came to stand by Zoey, wrapping her arms in gauze while looking down at the moving ball of flames with a glare.
“Can't even leave her alone for five minutes.”
Mira grunted as Zoey cooed, yet all you gave back was a satisfied smile, happy your tantrum made an impact.
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