(Okay so, for the writing for Runaway, this is a planned version of how it will all end. I have not written anything else, and am using the ending of it as an RP starter for different ideas. Or something like that. Maybe I just want a planned ending. Take this anyways. This happens around January 8th, 2023.)
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Felix had to leave before the three of them walked into the city holding an entrance to the OSHA building. He promised to stay in touch though, and Runaway would hold him to that. Mich stayed with her however, and they walked Runaway under the cover of darkness to just outside of the doors to the OSHA grounds entrance. It was confusing how this illusion worked, an office building that opened up to the large OSHA grounds, but it was familiar. Just the sight of it almost had Runaway tearing up.
She turned to Mich, "Hey. Thanks for staying, but I think I'll be good from here on out." They smiled and nodded, "Right. I don't think I'd be allowed in anyways with my history. Bye lil' sis." Before Runaway could jokingly object to what Mich had referred to her as, they were gone. Runaway was once again alone, but not for long. She stopped just before swinging the doors open and walking inside, thinking on all that had happened before this point.
Had it really only been four months since she ran away due to that curse? So much had happened since then. Alaric was most definitely dead, Mich was completely on her side now, and she felt better. It seemed like OSHA was a lifetime ago. But Runaway missed it. She missed her mom, she missed her dama, she missed her sister, and now she came back. She was gone for everything after mid September, and as she grabbed the door handle, she thought to herself 'I really hope nothing has changed much. Right, yeah. Everything changes constantly... Well. I hope they aren't mad at least.'
With that, a small moment of contemplation came. Who would she say hello to first? Could she even plan for that? She shook her head. Letting what-ifs get in the way was a bad thing to do at this time. It was just four months, there was no way they thought she was dead or something. With all of those thoughts quickly subsiding, she smiled. Runaway whispered into the night air, "I'm home." And walked inside onto the OSHA grounds.
