| this is based of a dream I had about obx, figured it'd make a great plot, so here it is! just pretend it's a season on its own or something.* |

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ the pogues were still looking for the gold, it was only natural. the lack of finding any of it drove down to desperation, but none of you thought it would go down to this.

john b has encountered a man who offered help for all of you in finding the gold, claiming he'd been given the instructions to lead whoever gets first to where the gold laid. it looked fishy, but frankly, none of you had better options, so you followed through.

the next day you found yourselves following the man into a secluded part of the island, a part none of you knew about existed. not to mention it was like two hours before it hit twelve a.m. he'd mentioned that he'd get some friends of his to help as well, which was understandable in some way. there'd been some groups of branches formerly collected, lying on the ground. he'd told the guys to hold them up while the girls sat on them, so it was like--

JJ, you, one of the friends the man had, holding the other end. at first everyone took it as a funny thing to do, but if it was at all suspicious, it was just increasing now. you'd given JJ a nervous look but he just spared you a glance, probably being himself as well. the road was barely intact, and there were a lot of stairs, just small enough to fit the half of a foot and were too close together.

and then an unexpected order, "repeat what I say." the man demanded. the pogues looked at each other in confusion and uncertainty, repeating hesitantly the words he said in a foreign language that none of them spoke, except you. you stayed quiet, listening to what they said. JJ was repeating the words like a man on duty without a thought, and you'd only been understanding what he says instead of the other men, it wasn't even coherent and you spoke the language.

and then it hit you. catching words like, "god is the master of all", "death is in the way", "I take responsibility", and such things.

this was a cult.

your stomach dropped to your feet as you made an excuse to the man behind you to let you down, that your leg hurt, so you did and fell behind into the crowd of the other men, unable to reach JJ to warn him. but you pushed through, trying to get close enough only for him to hear, but it was impossible, like all of those cultists were breathing down your neck, and now you had to make it seem like you didn't know what's happening so they don't get rid of you right this moment. JJ noticed you as soon as you got to walk next to him, eyes scanning your anxious expression in confusion.

"what's up?"