𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 「𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇」

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ -Adam, Alcohol & drugs, Dirty thoughts, Blood- (Fucking finally)

You sat in Charlie's room, observing as she hastily packed an eclectic mix of clothing into her suitcase. Vaggie lounged on the bed while you leaned against the wall, arms crossed, amused by Charlie's enthusiasm. "Okay! I have my warm weather clothes and my cold weather clothes. I have a light jacket, flak jacket, and rain jacket- wait, does it rain in...?" Charlie turned to you, seeking clarification.

You couldn't help but giggle at her excitement. "Charlie, you're only going to heaven for a few hours," Vaggie reminded her gently.

You joined in with a chuckle. "Yeah, and no. It doesn't rain in heaven unless they want it to."

Charlie nodded happily, satisfied with the answer, and resumed packing. She closed her suitcase and added it to the pile of others, each filled with an assortment of random clothes.

"Vaggie, we're only going to heaven for a day. And I just want to be prepared! It's our last chance to convince heaven a soul can be redeemed," Charlie explained earnestly. Vaggie chuckled nervously, scratching her head. "Yeah, I wish I could come, sweetie, but I have that...thing."

Charlie's head tilted in confusion. "What thing?"

Vaggie struggled to come up with an excuse, her eyes darting around the room. "The thing with the...thing, uhm...fuck, gah, I'm such a bad liar."

You couldn't contain your laughter, earning a glare from Vaggie. "Yeah, you are," you teased, earning another glare. With a playful grin, you walked over to the pile of clothing and picked up a couple of suitcases, ready to get some of them downstairs.

You rested your palm on a couple of other suitcases and muttered, "Fly." The suitcases obediently lifted off the ground to your height, and with another command, "Follow," they trailed behind you as you walked to the door.

"I'll see you downstairs," you informed Charlie and Vaggie, before leaving them to finish their conversation.

Descending the grand staircase, you heard the unmistakable sound of Angel bursting through the door. "Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed, with Niffty appearing practically at his feet.

"You look messy! What happened to you?" Niffty inquired, her concern evident.

You set the suitcases down on the floor, releasing your magic hold on them, and were momentarily startled by the abrupt drop. "Fucker..." you muttered under your breath, narrowly avoiding one of the cases that almost hit you on the head.

"It's who happened to me, and the answer is everyone! Twice. Had me working 16 hours straight on a fucking whim. The absolute dickbag. UGH!" you vented, with a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion.

You couldn't help but smile at Angel's colorful choice of nicknames. "You need some help with that?" you offered, a mischievous smirk playing on your lips as you lifted your hand in the air, wiggling your fingers.

Angel laughed in response. "No thanks, babes. Think I'm just gonna pass out," he replied, flopping down onto the couch.

You chuckled at his response, just as Vaggie and Charlie made their way downstairs the hole,

"Argh! What the fuck is with that wall?!" Angel yells at the wall that keeps getting brutally assaulted blown in, a pink sparkly smoke filling the room. In the smoke, you're able to see a familiar silhouette of a woman, holding a bomb in her hand. 

"What up, hoes?" Cherri Bomb's voice emerged from the smoke, accompanied by her laughter. Angel's face lit up at the sound, and he eagerly shot up from the couch. "Holy shit! Cherri Bomb? Long time no see, baby!" he exclaimed, moving toward her.