𝟭 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗞 — 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀.

"Mike! Do you have the batteries?" Said Jess while she walks to the next floor.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry. They're... somewhere. I think so.."

You raised your eyebrows, arms crossed. You were wearing an oversized sweatshirt and mismatched socks, but your eyes held that laser-like gaze that could burn anyone to a crisp.

"We have thirty minutes to set up the equipment, rehearse Em and Jess, and explain the plan. If you don't have the batteries, we might as well send a carrier pigeon."

Said Ashley while she was taking the camera with Matt.

Mike laughed, rummaging through his bag and he looked at you, he frowned.

"Relax, {{user}}. It's just a little joke. We scare her, she screams, we laugh, we forget about it."

But you were staring at him. And your usually cheerful face had hardened.

"She loves you, you know. She doesn't think it's just a winter crush, Hannah. For her, it's... a thrill."

Mike looked away, rubbed the back of his neck.

"I didn't mean to… I didn't know it was this bad."

"Well, now you know. So either you make it clean. Or you admit we're assholes."

There was a silence. Then Mike took the batteries out of his pocket and handed them to you.

"Shall we cancel?" He whispered and frowned.

"I'm not the boss of karma, Mike. You do what you have to do. But if it goes wrong, I'll be with her. Not with you."

You turned around, ready to go back upstairs.