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Danny Couldn’t stop moving, if he stopped moving he would get lost in his thoughts.
(There was fire everywhere and blood on his arms as he stared at the figure in front of him)
He needed to keep moving.
Movement in his arms caught his attention, A Little Girl about 3 years in age was clinging to the sleeve of his hoodie.
”Don’t worry Dani we’re almost there.”
(Dani was destabilizing, he was trying to keep her together as they fled from-
. . .
She needed a blood donor, Vlad’s blood was being boiled out of Dani because of the different Core Type and Obsession’s.
They needed different blood, but the only blood that he had was-
. . .
He handed Frostbite one vile of blood, he didn’t care about who’s blood was in Dani as long as she was still alive.)
”Over There.” Jazz’s words brought him out of his memories as he stared at the building in front of him.
It looked like it had been through a lot and was somehow still standing, like an old but reliable friend who was always there for you, Even if nature tried it’s best to claim it and instead brought out a new charm to it. (Just like Tucker and Sam.)
The building in front of him looked reminiscent of a Cafe or Bakery, it briefly brought forth a memory that he had forgotten, something from before his Death.
(“Hey Danny!” Sam brought his attention to her and Tucker, both of whom were in a familiar stare off.
“What?” Danny questioned, as he knew that they rarely had this look of competition on their faces. “Which one of us is the better baker?” Both of their faces held intrigue.
“I thought we already had this conversation because of that one time we had Home Ec.?” Sam rolled her eyes and scoffed playfully at his question. “We know your the best Baker in the group, we were asking- Between Me or Tucker which is better at baking.”
Danny hummed as he went into deep thought, his two friends eager for his response. “In pure baking ability I’ll have to hand it to Sam, However if it was about taste? Tucker would win, Hands down.”
Sam was huffing at his response as Tucker was grinning in triumph. “Should have known that our future baker would favor his longest taste tester.”
Danny looked at them in confusion. “Baker? What are you guys talking about?”
Tucker and Sam looked at him with even more confusion than he looked at with them. “What do you mean, ‘what do we mean’? Aren’t you gonna be a baker?”
Danny looked at them in bafflement. “No?? I’m going to be an Astronaut!”)
“Danny?” Jazz broke him from his reminiscence as he stared at the building in front of him.
’A Baker, huh?’
Danny headed over to meet the owner of the building with a newfound purpose in his steps as he willfully ignored the fact that only one pair of footsteps echoed around the empty street.