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In Too Deep (Siv's Story) Chapter 12

intense suspense, supernatural threat, life-threatening situations, violence, psychological distress, superpowered chase/action, minor physical danger, swearing

Word Count: 5k

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"Happy birthday, dear Sivonne..." Siv's classmates sang. Siv's face felt as red as a tomato. Her AP History teacher, Dr. James, didn't always seem to realize how old her students were, and therefore often made them do quite embarrassing things- singing on birthdays being one of them. "...happy birthday to you!"

Siv returned to her desk, taking off the party hat that Dr. James had given her, and placed her head in her hands. That was so embarrassing- but at least she got a free bag of candy out of it. She turned to her paper, signing her name at the top in her scrunched manuscript, then dated it. October 29, 2014 - her eighteenth birthday. Jay's desk sat conspicuously empty next to her.

Siv adjusted her seating position to be more comfortable, carefully placing her phone in her lap so Dr. James wouldn't see it, then opened her texts. Esme had sent her a bunch of texts earlier, which she hadn't been able to open because she had an exam in First Period (the indignity of having a Pre-Calc exam on your birthday!) and if she'd been caught with her phone there, she'd instantly fail the exam.

The texts consisted of a bunch of GIFs of little cartoon scorpions dancing around, then one that said "Happy Birthday, Scorpio!" on it. Siv smiled and rolled her eyes. She'd never been one for astrology, that was more of Esme's thing, but she appreciated the gesture regardless. She replied with a series of cake and confetti emojis, then a simple "Lol thx".

With that, she turned her attention back to the lecture, which, as always, began with a "This Day In History" segment. She found it ironic that the billionaire's daughter shared a birthday with the anniversary of the Stock Market Crash of 1929 that kicked off the Great Depression. Max would likely find it funnier, considering his anti-capitalist tendencies.

***

"Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Cisco!" Siv shouted as she ran by. The engineer gave her a quick mock salute. Siv finally made it to her dad's office, knocking on the door. "Dad, I'm back from school."

"Come in."

"Do you remember what today is?" Siv smiled, perching on her father's desk.

"It's Wednesday." Wells replied, pure deadpan.

"No, silly." Siv rolled her eyes. "It's October 29th. Remember?"

"Right." Wells nodded, not looking up from his work. "Your birthday."

"Exactly." Siv frowned. She'd been expecting more of a reaction from him. "You busy?"

"I am." Wells said, continuing with his string of equations. "I'll see you this evening."

"Okay." Siv stood up and left the room, only allowing her shoulders to slump from disappointment after the door closed. It was always Barry Allen, wasn't it? She hadn't even met the guy and she already hated him. Her father had barely so much as looked at her since that man woke up, and she wasn't quite sure why. His daughter, his own flesh and blood, had the exact same powers, but she was more experienced- and likely faster. She didn't know why she was suddenly second banana, and she didn't quite like it.

Siv pulled out her phone, going to the group chat. She'd gotten her dad to let her invite Gina and Jay out for dinner, and since she hadn't seen Jay at school, she needed to make sure they were still coming.

SWells🏳‍🌈: @/Gina and Juice🎶 @/Gandalf the Jay👾 You still coming tonight?

Gina and Juice🎶: You bet.

Gandalf the Jay👾: Sorry Siv. I woke up this morning with the flu. I'll see you next week, ok? I got a really cool gift for you...

SWells🏳‍🌈: Boo.

SWells🏳‍🌈: Get well soon, or I'll eat Stella.

Gandalf the Jay👾: Ok. Happy bday btw. Ttyl.

Siv zipped her phone back into her pocket. At least someonecared that it was her birthday. Her eighteenth birthday, at that. She was legally an adult now. If she had any money of her own outside the STAR Labs credit card- which she definitely didn't use only in case of emergency- she'd be able to move out if she wanted to.

Not that she necessarily wanted to. Siv's relationship with her dad might be a little strained, especially lately, but they were close. That's why his dismissal of her hurt so much- she'd been trailing him like a duckling for most of her life, and now he didn't seem to really want her around anymore.

Siv sighed, moving towards the exit. It only took another long elevator ride before she was on the ground floor, and from there it was an easy dash out.

Then, it came to her. From the tests she'd been running at STAR Labs, it was evident that her body temperature and heightened metabolic rate made her body extremely hostile to any potential infections- and she knew for a matter of fact that she was essentially immune to the influenza virus.

This was definitely going to be a good idea.

***

Jay startled, pulling the blankets over his head when Siv appeared in his room in a sudden streak of lightning.

"What the fuck, Siv?" Jay's voice was hoarse, his hair unkempt, and he had deep dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm basically immune to the flu."

"Yes, but I'm sick." Jay pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't want to do anything. With anyone. I feel like those houseplants you tried to raise a few years ago- half-dead."

"I brought you gifts." Siv plopped a gift bag on Jay's dresser. She pulled the balloon up out of the bag, where it rested against the ceiling. A giant smiling cartoon sunflower stared down at Jay in a manner that was not at all creepy, 'get well soon' in looping cursive font underneath.

Jay looked in the bag. His eyes lit up immediately when he pulled out what was inside. "Where did you get this?"

"I ran over to Seattle. They're having an anime convention."

"And you got me a plush Naruto and Sasuke?"

"Yeah, now you can make them kiss or whatever."

"I love you." Jay pulled out an assortment of various sweets, and a large bowl of soup in a to-go container. "Where'd you get this?"

"From the ramen place up by STAR Labs. It's authentic shoyu ramen. It's really good." Siv explained. "Like... really,\ really good. Hopefully, it'll make you feel better."

Suddenly, Siv was hit with a giant furry... something. She jumped, falling on her back. A large, fluffy golden retriever stared down at her and began sniffing her face. "Stella!"

"Come here, girl!" Jay laughed, patting the side of his bed. Stella jumped up, plopping down next to Jay. "Sorry, we're still working on training her to... not do that."

"It's fine. She loves everybody." Siv shrugged, running her fingers through Stella's long fur. "And she's barely even a year old. You'll get her to stop doing that eventually. Hopefully."

"Knock on wood." Jay tapped his knuckles against his dresser. He yawned loudly, Stella snuggling up a little closer to him.

"You look tired. I should go." Siv smiled, giving Stella one last pat on the head. "Enjoy your SasuNaru."

"I will- oh!" Jay pointed at the desk in the corner of the room. "That box, with the gold wrapping paper. That's your birthday present."

"Do you want me to open it?"

"Yeah, please."

Siv shrugged. "Okay." She tore open the wrapping, then popped open the box, which was filled with rainbow confetti. She dug through the confetti, finding a cardboard tube, a long, flat, square box, and a tall square box. Siv opened the tube, then grinned when she pulled out the poster inside.

"Jay, I love you so much. Platonically." Siv smiled down at the picture of Natasha Romanoff staring up at her, gun raised. "God, I am such a lesbian."

"Yeah, I know, that's why I got that for you."

Siv rolled the poster back up, placing it back into the protective tube. She then opened the flat cardboard box, sliding whatever was inside out.

"You said you wanted to get into collecting vinyl. I thought your favorite album would be a good choice."

"Born to Die, the Paradise Edition." Siv read off the front of the record, "You got that right. I love Lana Del Rey."

"I know you like that Tumblr sad girl shit." Jay teased. "Now the last one."

Siv ripped open the box. Inside was a tall mug, the phrase 'Proud Stucky Trash" printed in a playful font on the front. "Well, you got that right."

"You're welcome, Siv." Jay smiled weakly, turning his attention back to Stella. "Now if you'll please leave, I'd like to take a nap. I'm still sick, you know."

"Of course. I'll see you when you feel better, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks for the stuff." Jay was distracted by Stella, who had stolen the tiny plush Sasuke and was using it as a chew toy. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks." Siv nodded, giving Stella one last pat on the head, before she vanished back out the window.

***

"Wow, this place is fancy." Gina looked around, wrapping her arms around herself.

"I know. But you'll get used to it." Siv replied, rubbing her girlfriend's back.

"I've never eaten somewhere with a dress code before." Gina smoothed down her dress, which was a simple violet piece with a wide belt that Siv had bought for her from Torrid. Siv was dressed in an equally low-key blue dress shirt and black slacks. "Where's your dad? I don't see him."

"He got held up at the lab." Siv shrugged. "He's been doing that a lot lately. Missed a couple of my games, too- and he never does that."

"Volleyball?"

"Yeah, and that match I had last week." Siv rubbed her shoulder. "Ouch."

"What were they doing, anyway?" Gina scoffed. "Pairing you with that one girl? She was twice your size."

"Technically, with the muscle mass I gained after the whole particle accelerator thing, I weigh a bit more than I look. I went up a couple weight classes." Siv explained. "But still! Ouch."

"She kicked your ass."

"Yeah, she did. I was half-tempted to use my speed just to get out of there."

Gina laughed. "Well, you didn't, which means you're made of sterner stuff than me."

"Hey, at least I heal fast." Siv elbowed Gina playfully.

"Seriously, though, I don't know what your dad was thinking. You're telling me you've been taking Muay Thai since you were twelve? That shit was brutal."

"I was the state champion in my weight class twice in a row." Siv replied. "That is, until this year. I'm not used to fighting people twice my size."

"You're literally tiny." Gina pinched her thumb and forefinger together as a gesture of smallness.

"Yes, I realize that, thank you for reminding me." Siv rolled her eyes. "Where is my dad, anyway?"

"Call him?"

"He keeps his phone on Do Not Disturb at work." Siv shrugged.

"By the way, Halloween is day after tomorrow. Got any plans?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm taking Jay's little sister trick-or-treating." Siv replied. "He still has the flu, and his parents are out of town, on a business trip."

"Oh, fun." Gina nodded. "Can I come?"

"Aren't you guys getting ready for the Day of the Dead or something?" Siv raised an eyebrow.

"That's a Mexican thing. I'm Puerto Rican."

"Oh, shit." Siv bit her lip. "Sorry. I guess I just... never thought of that."

"No offense taken." Gina laughed. "But if it's okay, I'd love to go out on Halloween with you. We never have time together these days."

"Yeah, not since my dad-" Siv heard the familiar whir of her dad's wheelchair. "Speak of the devil."

"My apologies. The traffic was..." Wells trailed off, leaving the girls to read into what he was saying.

"It's fine. I'm just glad you made it." Siv hugged her dad.

Wells approached the maître d', clearing his throat. "Excuse me. Reservation for Harrison Wells, party of three, for six-thirty?"

The woman at the front desk checked her books, then looked up with a smile. "I'm Kristen, your server. Right this way, Dr. Wells." The hostess led the trio to a table, placing the menus on it and pulling out a chair for Wells' wheelchair to pull up to. "Any appetizers or drinks for you?"

Wells took a quick glance at the menus. "We'll have the truffle fries to start, and the elderflower and thyme martini for me, and two virgin strawberry margaritas for the girls."

The waitress, 'Kristen', jotted down the order. "Happy birthday, by the way, Miss Wells."

"Thank you." Siv replied graciously.

"She just turned eighteen." Gina added.

Kristen gasped in mock surprise. "Why, what a milestone! You're only eighteen once! Any plans for college?"

"I'm still waiting for the acceptance letters, but we're both hoping to go to Stanford." Siv replied.

"Oh, that's wonderful. What are you two majoring in?"

"Music. I'm hoping to become a professional singer or a choir teacher." Gina said. "And Siv's probably going to be studying Engineering."

"Well, good luck, ladies." The waitress said, then turned to Siv's father. "Dr. Wells, we'll have those drinks out in just a few."

"Thank you."

Siv looked over the menu. "Any idea what you're getting?"

Gina shook her head. "No. Honestly, like I said, I've never been anywhere like this."

"Yeah, it's nothing like Las Rosas, right?" Siv joked, referring to the Rivera family restaurant, Las Rosas Rojas. Javier and Luisa Rivera, Gina's parents, were excellent cooks, and made what was possibly the best authentic Puerto Rican food in town. If Siv had the choice, she would rather have eaten her birthday dinner there.

"I was wondering if you could recommend something for dinner."

"It's a steakhouse. That's what they're famous for." Siv shrugged.

"You're no help." Gina rolled her eyes, continuing down the menu until her eyes landed on something. "I think I'm getting the grilled salmon. That looks really good."

"I'm having the petite ribeye. What about you, Sivonne?"

Siv looked down at the menu. "I'm not sure."

"Get whatever you want. Just remember, you need the extra calories, so don't figure that you need to eat light."

Siv glanced over the menu one last time. "I think I know what I want."

"Hi!" Kristen, the hostess, showed up again. "Everyone know what they want?"

"Yes, please." Dad started. "I'll have the petite ribeye, medium rare."

"I'll have the grilled stuffed salmon." Gina said.

"And I'll have the Surf and Turf." Siv added. "Please."

"How would you like your steak?" Kristen asked.

"Well done, please." Siv replied.

"Awesome! We'll have that out soon. Here's your appetizers and drinks, by the way." Kristen put the bucket of truffle fries in the center of the table. She then passed the drinks out around the table.

"Hey Dad, can I try some of your drink? Since it's my birthday."

"No. You're still underage."

Siv rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her virgin margarita. It was excellent, but she was still hoping to try a cocktail for the first time, so it wasn't quite what she was hoping for. "It was worth a shot."

"I doubt you'd be affected by the liquor, anyway." Wells said. "Your metabolism would burn through it in seconds."

Siv frowned. On the one hand, if this were true, she'd never end up being that one drunk college student who gets trashed and sleeps in a bush, but on the other hand, that was kinda on her bucket list.

Gina snorted. "Wait- that's actually on your bucket list?"

"You overheard that?" Siv looked at her girlfriend. "Right. Telepath."

Gina shrugged, popping a few fries into her mouth. "What? You were thinking really loudly."

"Yeah. Remind me to 'think quieter' in the future." Siv laughed.

"To another year? Hopefully, this one's better than last one." Gina raised her glass for a toast. Siv and her father raised theirs, clinking them against Gina's.

"To another year."

***

Siv tied her ninja mask around her face, then struck a pose in the mirror. The fake shurikens on her belt added the perfect touch, making her look like a real ninja rather than a random eighteen-year-old, or at least, as close to a real ninja as one can get while wearing a costume from Party City.

"Hi, Dad!" Siv ran down the stairs, passing her dad as he rolled in the front door.

"Halloween?" Wells raised an eyebrow. Siv nodded.

"I'm taking Jay's little sister out trick-or-treating." Siv explained. "Since he has the flu."

"Stay safe." Wells replied, passing Siv and going towards the kitchen. Siv raced out the door, hopping on her bike. She had to be careful not to accidentally use her speed while on her bike, or something would inevitably break, and that would be a nightmare to explain to her dad.

Jay's house was just down the hill and around the corner, in the slightly less well-to-do corner of Central City's most well-to-do neighborhood. The modest two-story house they lived in was just at the end of the street, on the outer edge of the cul-de-sac. Siv knocked on the door, and Jay opened it, a bag of frozen peas balanced precariously on his head.

"Hey."

"You look like..." Siv trailed off, choosing not to swear when she saw Jay's little sister, Emmy, run up behind him. "...garbage."

"Yeah. I know." Jay knelt down to his sister's height. "You be good for Siv, okay? She's gonna take you trick-or-treating."

Emmy, a kindergarten-age girl with Jay's dark blonde hair in pigtails, wearing a tutu and fairy wings, nodded. "I will."

"Alright. I'll see you in a couple hours."

"Nice costume." Emmy looked Siv up and down. "Are those real ninja stars?"

"No, they're plastic." Siv replied. "You're a fairy, right?"

"A fairy princess." Emmy corrected.

"Ah. I see." Siv didn't really know how to continue the conversation- she'd never really liked kids, after all, she was mostly just doing this for Jay's sake (and for a cut of the candy, but she'd never admit that.

Emmy ran up to the first house, ringing the doorbell. Immediately, a large animatronic spider jumped down at her. Emmy screamed, running back and wrapping her arms around Siv's leg.

"What, you're scared of a little spider?" Siv laughed. "Here. Look." Siv approached the door, only jumping a little when the fake spider made a jump at her. "See? It's on a wire. It's fake."

Emmy nodded, gathering the courage to wait at the door as the owners of the house, an elderly couple, opened it.

"Trick or treat!" With Emmy's lisp, the phrase sounded a bit more like 'twick ow tweet', but people who liked kids would probably find that endearing. Perfect for Siv's candy plans.

"Oh, what a cute little one!" The wife, who had a witch hat, dropped a handful of candy into Emmy's plastic pumpkin bucket, and awkwardly dropped a couple into Siv's tote bag.

"Yes!" Siv pumped her hand in the air. Operation Candy Haul was a success so far.

Siv and Emmy wrapped around the neighborhood, slowly filling their bags. Emmy's bucket filled faster than Siv's bag, as people were more likely to give extra candy to a cute little girl, rather than the disgruntled teenager accompanying her around.

Once they made it around the third block, Siv was greeted with the familiar sight of Gina's newest car, a red Toyota with chipped paint on the roof. Gina stepped out, wearing a black sweater and leggings, a cat-ear headband, and she had a little black nose painted on in eyeliner.

"A cat?" Siv raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, it was cheap." Gina shrugged, then leaned down to Emmy's height. "Hi, Emmy. That's a very nice tutu."

"Thank you!" Emmy chirped.

They continued their trick-or-treating, keeping an eye on the time to make sure Emmy wouldn't be in bed too late. Then, they ran into some familiar faces.

"What are you guys doing out?" Siv looked at the rest of her friend group. Kyle had what was obviously a pair of stacked cardboard boxes over his body, spraypainted silver and cut out to look like some kind of cartoon robot. Max was dressed as a pirate, and Cat had donned a blood-soaked lab coat and scientist goggles.

Max shrugged. "We heard you guys would be over here, and you'd have a cute kid we could use to bribe the adults into giving us candy."

"Yeah, people hate teenage trick-or-treaters for some reason." Kyle added.

"Yeah, because we take all the candy." Max grinned, as if he actively intended to do so.

"Shut up." Cat rolled her eyes.

The group continued around the neighborhood, slowly collecting more and more candy, until Cat's phone started vibrating in her pocket. "Siv, can you take Emmy home? It's important. Like, yellow suit important."

"Wait- what?"

"Please."

"Listen, Emmy." Siv knelt to the six-year-old's height. "I'm gonna take you home, okay? Our friend is having a problem, and she's gonna need our help."

"But I wanted more candy..."

"I know, honey, but it's important." Siv hoisted Emmy into a comfortable front-carry, the girl's legs wrapped around her back. "Close your eyes, okay?"

Emmy closed her eyes, leaning into Siv's shoulder. In a burst of lightning, the two of them were gone, Siv reappearing seconds later.

"Alright, Emmy's home. Jay's gonna be able to take care of her until her parents are back." Siv leaned on the picnic bench where her friends had gathered. "So, what's going on?"

"I've been tracking him." Cat explained, opening her laptop. "Yellow nightmare fuel guy."

"How?" Max cocked his head. "You've only seen the guy in person once."

"Well, I can't take all the credit for it, I had to ask for help from someone I know." Cat continued. "She helped me get past the firewall. But now, I can officially say I've hacked the STAR Labs satellite."

"Wait, seriously?" Siv looked stunned. "My dad better not find out, because if he did..."

"Yeah, whatever, I know."

"I feel bad, bringing Emmy home, but there wasn't much else I could do." Siv frowned. "I made sure and stuffed her candy bag when she wasn't looking, but... y'know. I left our stuff at Jay's, too."

Cat nodded, focusing on the information on her screen. "I basically installed a bit of code that makes it so that if the satellite detects any energy signatures similar to Siv's, it'll send an alert to my phone. Most of the time, it's just Siv, or that new speedster guy I've been hearing about, but this isn't following either of their usual paths. Siv tends to stick around St. Florian's, the mall, and her place, the new guy hangs around STAR Labs and CCPD, but this guy's been darting around all willy-nilly. He's been visiting various labs around town, and from what I hear from police channels, he's been leaving a trail of carnage in his wake."

"What do you say we do, then?"

"He's hit a bunch of the different labs and scientific equipment companies in the area. My guess is he's going to check Tannahauser next." Cat explained. "I say we stake out there, try to get more information on the guy."

"I don't know..." Kyle frowned. "Did you see what he did to Myopia?"

"Yes, actually, I did." Cat rolled her eyes. "Notice I said 'stake out' and 'get more information'? We're not going to engage, just... watch. I don't have a death wish."

"Okay, that makes way more sense."

***

Getting into Tannahauser Industries was the easy part. Now, they just had to sit and wait.

"How long has it been?" Gina asked.

"An hour, give or take.' Cat replied. "I can only track him when he's using his speed. It's been dead for over an hour. I think this might have been a dead end."

"Yeah, you're probably right." Siv nodded. "Pack it up, guys."

"No, wait!" Cat's phone started vibrating again. "He's here."

"Come on, everybody. Hide!" Siv pulled Gina behind a pillar with her. The others darted into doorways, underneath a drinking fountain, and behind another pillar.

Then, they saw him. Just as a pair of security guards were coming around the corner, the Nightmare came barging in a streak of red lightning. Before anyone could blink, the two guards were dead.

"Holy shit!" Siv cursed, ducking back into her hiding spot.

"What even is that thing?" Cat hissed, peeking out from behind the pillar she had ducked behind.

"I don't know." Kyle replied. "But we should get out of here. This isn't fun anymore I don't know about you, but I didn't come here to get killed by some psycho."

"I think we should go, too." Max said.

"Agreed." Siv said without hesitation. "I think we can confirm that he's not a friendly. Come on. I think he went the other way."

Siv led her team through the darkened hallway, ducking into doorways and behind pillars every time they heard so much as the slightest sound.

"We're almost out." Siv breathed a sigh of relief. Then, they saw it. The Nightmare Man, dashing down the hall. The teens ducked into the nearest office, breathing heavily. Cat began hyperventilating, and Kyle clamped his hand over her mouth, stifling her sobs.

Siv watched through a tiny crack in the door as the Nightmare came back, stopped, and started stalking through the hall. She couldn't see his face in the dim light, but everything around him just radiated danger.

He approached the office, taking a moment to peek into each door. The team scrambled away from the door just seconds before the man peeked in, and every second that the door was open felt like a century. The man cracked open the door, took a look around, stopped and listened for a moment, narrowing his eyes in the dim light, before running off in a streak of light.

Siv released her breath, which had hitched in her throat the moment she saw the man, and gestured for her team to follow her out. She peeked out the door, nodding to affirm that it was save.

They hadn't made it five steps out the door when the lights flickered, going black for a split second, and when they flickered back on, he was there. His eyes blazed like the pits of hell itself, suit a sickly shade of yellow. Siv's breath hitched again and she froze as the lights went out again, and then, when they flickered on again, he loomed directly over her, grinning menacingly.

Siv glared up at him, speaking one word to her friends.

"RUN."

As Siv's friend group scattered, Siv squared her shoulders, trying to appear bigger than the five-foot-two that she was. "Hey, bastard. Why don't you pick on someone your own speed?"

He turned, staring her in the eyes- or, at least, she assumed that he was, since the harsh, glowing red voids that were his eyes had no discernable iris or pupil. For all she knew, he was staring at her boobs- which she really hoped he wasn't, but-

"Shit!" Siv's train of thought was interrupted when he cocked his head, then took off in a run after her. Siv pushed herself, feet slipping against the building's laminate flooring as she ducked and dodged, trying to evade the Nightmare that was chasing her. Something about this, running through a dark, empty lab while being chased by the villain from her childhood nightmares gave her a foreboding sense of deja vu, but she shook it off.

She could introspect later. Now, it was time to survive.

He was gaining on her. Each step she took was a reminder of her lack of experience- she was a cross-country runner, after all, not a sprinter. She was built for endurance, being able to run for hours at a time, not short bursts of high-intensity movement.

Being chased by a horror like this was thematically fitting for the occasion, though she wasn't having fun doing it. Happy Halloween, Siv.

Then, the idea came to her. She just needed to buy herself a second, after all, and if he fell for it...

Siv pulled one of the plastic ninja stars from her belt, flinging it behind her back at the Nightmare's face. He didn't fall for it, but it did bounce against his eye, making him flinch for a brief moment. This gave Siv a chance to run into the nearest office. She climbed out the window, hanging by her hands from the windowsill, hoping he wouldn't check for her presence.

Breathing heavily, Siv waited for him to leave. She pulled herself up, bracing herself by her feet on the wall below. She peeked up into the room, which appeared empty. Then, the worst happened. Siv's phone, which had apparently fallen out of her back pocket as she was climbing out the window and onto the office floor, began ringing, her dad's picture on the screen.

The Nightmare ran to the window, grabbing Siv by her collar. She screamed as he pulled her up into the building, fighting to free herself from her jacket. The fall from the second-story window would be preferable to whatever this freak had in store for her.

"I'm not a virgin! And I have parasites!" Siv shouted, some truths, and some lies. "And I... uh, tell too many Yo Mama jokes, so I wouldn't make a good captive! You don't want to kidnap me and sell me on the black market!"

The Nightmare put her down in front of him. Siv looked up at him in horror. She stared at him for a brief moment, screaming, before running off as fast as she could. The Nightmare chased her, easily gaining on her like before.

Suddenly, another streak of lightning burst in, knocking the Nightmare to the ground. A man in a brilliant red suit stood over him. The Nightmare looked around, then vanished into the night.

"Please tell me you're not going to rip my heart out." Siv crossed her arms. "Or eat me. I don't taste good, I promise."

"Who are you?" The man asked, looking down at Siv. "I thought I was the only one like me."

#revan writes #gif is by littlebvtterfly on tumblr #arrowverse oc #oc: siv thawne #wip: in too deep #the great crossposting of 2026

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Jun 2

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WELCOME TO THE 2026 OC PRIDE CHALLENGE!

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Day Six (June 6th): Poly

Make something for an oc who is in a polyamorous relationship and/or identifies as poly in anyway!

Day Seven (June 7th): Gender

Make something for an oc who is not cisgender!

Day Eight (June 8th): Anyone Else (Or Again)

Make something for an OC who is LGBTQIA+ in a way we missed in previous days, or take the chance to do another oc who identifies with some of the previous prompts!

PART TWO (June 9th to 18th): SHINE BRIGHT

Create stuff for your LGBTQIA+ OCs that use different colors of the pride flag! These could be edits using these colors, or you could even think of the colors as prompt words!

Day Nine (June 9th): Red

Day Ten (June 10th): Orange

Day Eleven (June 11th): Yellow

Day Twelve (June 12th): Green

Day Thirteen (June 13th): Blue

Day Fourteen (June 14th): Purple

Day Fifteen (June 15th): Black

Day Sixteen (June 16th): Brown

Day Seventeen (June 17th): Pink

Day Eighteen (June 18th): White

PART THREE (June 19th to 26th): QUEER CREATORS

Make something using a queer creator as inspiration! This can be a song, a painting, some writing, anything created by someone who is not cis het!

PART FOUR (June 27th to 30th): RANDOM

Day Twenty-Seven (June 27th): LGBTQIA+ Tropes

Tropes are a ton of fun, and there’s a trope for basically everything! Take a look at this list (or come up with your own) and apply them to your ocs!

Day Twenty-Eight (June 28th): AU

Put your OC in a different world, fandom, or setting—fantasy, sci-fi, historical, anything fun! Show how their identity stays true, no matter where they are.

Day Twenty-Nine (June 29th): Pride

Your OC feels proud of who they are. What makes them feel confident, strong, or seen? Show a moment where they stand tall and own their identity, their journey of finding pride, or what pride means to them.

Day Thirty: OC Pride Exchange

Fill out this form by June 13th, get your match on June 14th, and send in your gift by June 29th! ONCE AGAIN, HERE’S THE FORM! Guidelines Gifsets: → 8+ gifs if using two smaller columns → 5+ gifs if using one larger column → Please only use gifs you’ve made yourself Graphics/Manips → Minimum of 2 images Aesthetic Boards: → Must include 9 images or more Writing: → At least 500 words Playlists: → Minimum of 10 songs Drawings: → Must include some color → Sketches should be complete and decently detailed Mix & Match Gifts: → Totally allowed! Just be sure to include at least 4 total pieces (e.g. 2 gifs + 2 manips)

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