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Busted ((Are you still doing these? çwç' I don't know hgfbuhryc sorry to bother!!))
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn't.
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It was one of those nights when whole gang was out to wreck havoc in city mall. Unfortunately both Flash and Kid Flash showed up and teenagers barely managed to escape trough mirrors. Mickey was carrying unconscious Kid Trick who was knocked out by Kid Flash after he managed to trap Flash in net.
Pyro himself was barely conscious. He got hit by some flying debris and lost his latest tank. Fortunately, his gun wasn't lost.
Others were messed up too. Kold was soaking thanks to Kid Flash who threw him in fountain. Kate was wrapped in some sort of tape. Spinner had large bruise on his left cheek. And Sam was mostly unharmed.
After handling Kid Tricks to Kold, Mickey barely made it to his room.
Everybody then disappeared in their rooms to repair damage dealt to their equipment or to clean them self.
Sam was currently staring at his reflections in several full body mirrors and was admiring his new hat. He has quite collection. On today’s heist he was able to steal fez. Bright red fez that looked out of place.
He didn't hear creaking of floorboards or doors opening. But he did heard soft groan. He froze and looked behind him. In doorway stood Flame in his over-sized fluffy pyjamas and was rubbing his eyes.
“Huh? ‘Flector?” He muttered trying to focus on his fellow Rogue. “Guess bad room.” And with that he was gone.
Sam didn't know what to make of that. So he returned to his mirrors.
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Next morning all of them sat at dinner table to eat breakfast. It became tradition or sort of. Only one who was missing, was Mickey.
Halfway breakfast teenage boy appeared still clad in his pyjamas and sat next to Kold. “Did I get hit yesterday?” He asked still looking groggy and out of it.
“Yes. Why?”
“Because I had some seriously weird dreams.” Mickey yawned and let his head fall on table. Others just looked around.
Next time Mickey woke up his face was covered in black scribbles.