Rain scattered the streets of the small town, pelting the ceilings and windows of residents of the apartment complex, just below in the basement housed you and your friends. Larry's mom was gone for the night, leaving the house empty for the hangout. Also leaving plenty of time to wind down from all the cult shit that plagued your minds.

The house was to yourselves, though it wouldn't stop Larry's room from being the main focus, having the music & paint supplies , and of course plenty of seating.

Larry and Sal by far took up the most room - Not that it was a problem. Their music muffled most of the rain from outside, besides the occasional rolling thunder strikes that would've shook the shelving and posters if not for being underground.

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"Ready?" Larry spoke up, swiping his hair from his face as he tapped the ash from his cigarette out on one of the many ashtrays, his guitar - a white bass guitar strung from his shoulders, providing a deeper background to Sal's electric guitar.

The masked boy nodded, plugging his own guitar into a matching red amp, his gloved hands fidgeting with the knobs for a few moments, Any other time, Sal would've been a little shy about playing Infront of so many people. Though he's grown over time to trust them.

Being so casual about something like this - even going without his prosthetic sometimes , had been such a stark change from when he first moved here. He was just a kid back then, hardly even knew the chords. He'd grown taller aswell, he never could've imagined being even close to Larry's height, and Larry, Couldn't have been more proud of him. Just as the others. Even with the comfort of being underground from the rainstorm, it was still rather chilly.

Ash sat closeby in one of the beanbags, adjusting the sleeves of her purple sweater , worn with time. She'd first got it years ago. Just a few months before the group came to be. And Todd, with his notebook in hand, still never seemed to stray far from his research on the cult.

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