Okay!!!! These are all the little scenes i half-written, with basic context behind most of them!!! The first one, though, i have no clue why I wrote it. Just found it in the giant document I have for this au
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But either way, i hope you enjoyed this shitshow of a story!!! Im probably just gonna leave it like this forever n ever :P
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“Craig Thompson! Get the fuck back here!” Tyler's eternally loud voice is heard from what seems to be miles away. Craig comes running past Jonathan with a grin, shoving a book into his hands and running off once more, not a word being said.

Jonathan looks down at the book in his hands, and blinks in confusion. It's just a textbook of some sort. What was Tyler so upset about? He shrugs it off and goes to his last class of the day: study hall.

Lame? Yeah. Boring? Of course.

But did he have it with Evan? No. He actually has it with Bryce, Smitty, Scotty, and Marcel. And Lui, though he spent half the class sleeping. It baffles Jonathan as to how Lui never gets in trouble.

He slides into his desk as per usual, setting his backpack on the ground besides him and the random textbook on his desk. Bryce and Smitty are the next to come in, side by side and talking.

(Well, actually, Smitty is doing all the talking. Bryce is just nodding his head and smiling. But Bryce doesn't look like he's terrified for once, and it's certainly better than he normally was with people. Jonathan sees this as a good thing.)

He smiles at Bryce and Smitty, and they both smile back at him. Jon turns to his side, where Scotty and Marcel have sat besides him. He takes one look at them and cackles. “Hah! Why the fuck you two look so wet?!”

“Because it's fucking raining you dumbass!” Marcel answers his question with an equally loud answer.

Jonathan snickers quietly as Lui shoots up from his slumber with a sharp cry of "Nobody cares! I'm trying to sleep!"

The teacher at the front of the classroom gives them a glare. The three of them immediately shut up, much to the guy's delight.

They all sit there in their little corner of the classroom, quietly chattering over homework like the other kids in the room.

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This is the fight scene between Ohm and Luke that didnt make it into, what, chapter 11? 12?

Luke had heard word of a new kid. Another new kid, one that was very distinctly not Jonathan. Whoever the fuck this new guy is, he seemed to create a lot of excitement with people, because everyone was talking about him. There was the usual things like “he's got some dark past” or the “he's a fucking loser” bullshit, but it didn't mean shit to Luke unless it was true.  

In other words, Luke decided to go hunt down this new guy for himself. It had taken a good bit of searching, but he finds the guy walking along one of the paths, all alone. Luke grins excitedly and immediately calls out to him.

“YO! NEW BITCH, OVER HERE!” Luke doesn't care who hears, or what people think of him. He never really gave a shit about other people, anyways. Maybe that's why he gets so happy when the guy turns to him, dull green eyes widening at Luke. “YOU WANNA FIGHT?”

“Uh… Sure! Is this how you greet everyone?” To his delight, the new kid is coming in front of him, a strange dark ball of magic swirling around in his hands.

Luke laughs. “Yup! Bet you'd love to see how I ask bitches out!” He prepares himself to launch fire at this guy.

It's kinda fitting. Hot fire for a hot guy, right? Luke knows he's not too bad looking either, but damn does this new kid have a nice ass.

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in which bryce  learns he sucked death's dick behind a 7-11, and Jonathan cries silently for his friends.

Jonathan could feel his heart pounding, adrenaline rushing through his body despite how still he stood. He stared on in horror at the big, wretched thing forming in front of Bryce.

Bryce. Sweet, sweet baby faced Bryce McQuaid, who has never ever fought a day in his life, is now standing before a literal monster. A big, terrifying monster holding a scythe, like some kind of fucking demon!

Jonathan has the burning urge to go run in and defend Bryce. He wants to jump in between them and fight whatever the hell that thing is just so Bryce wouldn't have to. Yes, yes, Jon knows Bryce is (probably) plenty strong. But that means nothing if he doesn't have any experience!

Evan, from besides Jon and the others, simply growls. “Don't you dare run out towards that thing. That's death, Jon. That's death and there's no way I'm letting you go fight a god.”

Jon feels his blood run cold, and immediately begins to run towards Bryce. “Bryce! Bryce, get away from that- that bitch! Back the fuck up!”

Bryce stays frozen in place, an odd look in his eyes as he stares up at the strange being in front of him. He hesitates, shifting in his spot as he takes a half-step back.

If Jonathan wasn't being held back by Evan, he would've ran out there and dragged him away. Bryce.. Bryce is practically a brother to him. A baby brother. And as the big brother he is, Jon is not gonna let Bryce die because he gets scared of some stupid god!

Bryce looks over at Jon and Evan, then back at the monstrosity in front of him. He takes a deep breath, and then steps closer to it. But when Bryce looks up at the monster's face, Jonathan finds he nearly faints at what Bryce says next.

“Ohm? Is… is that you?” Bryce is looking up with those stupid, stupid doe eyes of his, and he looks so tiny and fragile with those stupid fucking flowers blooming in his hair that Jonathan is practically clawing at Evan to go defend him. He can't let Bryce die to his own boyfriend. Luke is already missing, Brian is in the hospital and Brock is refusing to come out of his room, and he refuses to lose Bryce as well.

“... Bryce,” Ohm replies. “Bryce… help me. Please.”

Bryce frowns, and begins to play with his sleeves. “I don't know how to help you, though! What- what do I do, Ohm? I-I can't make the pain go away,” he whispers. “I don't know what you want me to do…”

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In which Jon and evan talk about stuff, aka dead friends.  Brock and Brian fuckin perish, solely because I needed victims for Ohm to go beserk on. If you havent quite gotten it yet, Ohm was meant to eventually become the (unintentional) bad guy of the story.

Jonathan sat there for a moment, staring at the lake in front of him. He sighs quietly, thinking to himself. What was he supposed to do?

“They're gone,” he whispers. “Brock, Brian…. They're gone.”

“Yeah,” Evan mumbles quietly.

“What do we do now?”

Evan frowns. He shrugs, wings pressed tightly against his back and his lips red from his constant biting. “I don't know,” he says. His voice is barely audible over the sounds of people running and yelling all around them.

Classes just ended for the term. It's their winter break. Everyone's so, so happy, and yet… here they are, sitting by a frozen fountain in the chilly weather, ready to cry their eyes out.

It bothers him. Jonathan wants to be strong for Evan. For all of them, really. And he failed! He failed a task he hadn't even started!

Wow… what a great boyfriend he is.

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This is a brohmtoonz bit... set after the h2ovanoss bit before this one.

“I don't care what you guys are,” Bryce whispers. “I love you. Both of you. And I promise you guys that we'll make it out just fine, okay?”

Luke smiles at this, wrapping an arm around both his boyfriends and pulling them closer.  “Of course we will! It's not like you can kill a god, you know? And I know I'm not going down without a fucking fight. Neither is Brycey, ain't that right?”

Ryan is silent. Luke knows why. He leans over and kisses Ryan's cheek lovingly, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. Ryan is silent for another moment or so before he speaks.

“What if we don't?”

“Well… It depends on who we lose, doesn't it?” Luke chuckles quietly, forcing back all the fear and worries that come with the question. He didn't want to think about that. He never wants to lose Ryan or Bryce, and he was sure that they felt the same.

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Somewhere around here I had planned for Ryan to accidentally take Bryce off somewhere far away. Basically, as a magical death being or whatever, Ohm nearly killed Bryce and now hes angsty teenage boy all over bryce. So theres some fighty shit with Delirious n now this.

He didn't know what to do. He couldn't win this battle, it seems. What was he to do? Bryce was gone with Ryan. Brock and Brian had both died. Evan and Luke were besides him, the three of them curled up together on Jon's crappy little hospital bed.

Evan's wings were wrapped around the three of them, and the heat radiating off of Luke made Jonathan feel hopelessly warm and sleepy. He feels a hand grab onto his. Evan is looking at him woefully, tears in his eyes.

Jonathan wants to cry too, only he's too tired to cry, so he kisses Evan's forehead gently and wipes his tears away instead. Luke, besides them, is staring sadly at the photo of him and his boyfriends. Jonathan reaches over and wipes his tears too. Luke needs love, and Jon is sure he has plenty to give.

He leans over and pulls Luke closer. It's almost over, yeah, but... how much more can they take?

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The start to the ending. Yes, this is not a happy ending. It's actually based off the end scene from Persona 3, though less saddness and death, and more angsty.

“The wind feels so nice today. I'm glad you came out here to join me,” Evan says, voice soft. He runs his hand through Jonathan's hair, making him sigh contently.

Jonathan nods, smiling happily. Evan is right. The wind is gentle, not too cold and not too hot. The perfect breeze for a happy day like this one. He doesn't bother with words. Evan can practically read his mind anyways, so what was the point? Sometimes actions were better.

Evan sighs softly, closing his eyes and relaxing as a soft breeze comes past them. The wind makes Evan's hair look pretty, Jonathan decides. He reaches up and strokes Evan's cheek, a small smile on his face. “You know… it's my first time really experiencing spring,” Jonathan laughs.  

Evan snickers. “Is that because you're always indoors?”

“Noo,” Jonathan whines, sleepy chuckles spilling out of his mouth. “I mean… everythin- everything seems different when you have someone else, and after everything that happened…”

His voice trails off, not another word being spoken. It hurts to bring it up, hurts even more remembering it, and yet…

They couldn't just act like it never happened. There was no use in trying to forget the past when what happened affected everyone, and everything, and now nothing will ever be the same because dammit they should be here and God what Jonathan wouldn't give to bring them back or save them or-

He's crying. He's crying and Evan is wiping his tears away, a bittersweet smile on his face.