It's a chat fic and fanfic ??
We love our grumpy 5'10 baseball playing hispanic man ??
Fem reader
Btw, reader is Mexican mind you cause thats the way ik how to write best, so there will be words in spanish that i'm too lazy to translate so be wa...
"I dreamt about you nearly every night this week."
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"...What happened to you guys?"
Ashlyn had called her dad to pick you guys up, and you were all covered in dirt and grime.
The sweater you had tied around your waist earlier was left behind the arcade on the floor, dirty and covered in multiple footprints and a bit of blood.
You decided to leave it behind because it had gotten torn and you knew it was ruined.
No one answered Mr. Banner. Everyone avoided his gaze. You yourself were scared to look at him, mainly because you weren't sure what expression he had.
You hated disappointing people, or making them think they can't trust you. It was a horrible feeling you had never wanted to experience again.
✂︎┈┈┈┈
You were all in the graveyard, sitting in one of the buses. It was silent, with awkwardness filling the air.
You hated how quiet it was, it made you restless. You began biting the skin off your lips subconsciously until Taylor nudged you.
"You okay?" She mouthed, looking at you worriedly when she saw your lip bleeding.
You smiled at her and nodded. "I'm good, thanks." You mouthed back, licking the blood off your lip.
"So...you think the phantom dimension is influencing us?" Tyler finally said, breaking the silence.
"Not only that but..." Ashlyn paused, seemingly not knowing what to say.
"...I think we're also impacting the real world as well."
Everyone stayed quiet, looking serious and nervous. You brought your knees up to your face, resting your head on them.
"...What do we do?" Taylor asked, and she seemed scared. You felt worried about her. After everything that happened, she was like a sister to you.
You held her pinkie with yours, as some sort of comfort. Thankfully it seemed to help, even if just a little since she smiled back at you.
"I think things started to get out of control after Logan got upset..." Ashlyn mumbled.
"...Maybe negative emotions can set that kind of reaction off?"
