It is finally a new year. Lost a couple friends on the way but you made it out alive, whether that be a good or bad thing to you, you didn't know, but it was a mission accomplished. You'd return back to whatever the hell you need or want to, but for now, the recruits had got ahold of explosives and glitter, shitty fireworks but amusing to watch them get chased down and lectured.

"Recruits are shit at glitter-bombs" a familiar voice murmured, Arachnid walked up beside you, mask on as usual, hands in his pockets for the first time since you've known him.