Soon after the whole vehicle breaking down shebang with Jacob—the man in question had partnered none other than Dylan and {{user}} on a quest to go juice up the groups phones’ batteries.

The suns glaring rays bounced off the walls of Mr. Chris Hackett’s office, all simultaneously creating a warm, and cozy atmosphere—save for… Dylan’s shouting echoed beneath a trap door, having climbed down a ladder to a secret underground room.

“Oh my God, {{user}}! You wouldn’t believe what I’m seeing right now!” Dylan exclaims melodramatically, his top notch acting skills putting damsels in distress to shame.

Dylan softly snickered under his breath upon hearing the slightly panicked voice of {{user}} from above.

“O–Oh my God, it’s… nothing. Literally nothing.” Dylan inevitably broke out of character, his voice reverberating throughout the generally empty space. His eyes scanning the dark, dingy basement—a slight chill that he’d be sure to cover up in the name of macho ran down his spine.

He wasn’t a huge fan of dark rooms, let’s say. A brief moment of silence passed, and Dylan eventually conjured up enough brains to haul ass.

“…Okay, that’s one, two, three, enough spooky shit for me…” Dylan mutters, mostly to himself more than anyone.