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Party Poison was curled up in their bed for hours laying awake as they thought about Ghoul and the others. How Ghoul was throwing caution to the wind like he didn't matter. How Kobra was descending further and further into the violent recesses of his mind. How Jet had become overly quiet and absorbed in his guitar playing when the four weren't in active danger.
Party knew they had zero room to judge. They knew their behaviors were worse than Ghoul’s or the others from the improper binding to jumping off the roof of the diner, Party knew their behavior was worse.
They loved them all. Kobra, Jet, and Ghoul. Party loved them with all their heart but they couldn't take it seeing them destroy themselves. It was Party's fault. It had to be.
Get it together Party Poison! You have to fix things! You can't fail them! How do you fix what's been broken from the start…
Party Poison got up and walked quietly from their room to the main area of the diner.
Kobra and Jet were asleep curled up into each other and Ghoul was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is he?” Party asked as they shook Kobra awake carelessly.
Kobra blinked a few times before shrugging.
Party sighed frustratedly and felt their pockets before realizing the keys to the Trans Am were gone.” That little fucker!”
Party went outside and looked around as if that'd do any good.
Where the fuck would he have gone!?! Think Party Poison!!!!
As they paced in the parking lot of the diner they vaguely remembered overhearing other killjoys talking about a party at one of the few houses between Zones 4 and 5.
Party Poison cursed and made sure their raygun was fully charged before taking off running towards the middle point of Zones 4 and 5. The nighttime was always crawling with draculoids.
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When Party Poison finally made it to the location of the party they immediately set about looking for Fun Ghoul. It was a lot more challenging than they thought with how many other killjoys were there.
They hadn't been to any parties since they had become the leader of The Fab Four. The rush of being surrounded by others letting loose and not caring about the horrors of Zone life and the constant threat of being ghosted by draculoids was intoxicating in its own right.
The longer Party spent at the party searching for Ghoul the more they felt their control slipping and the siren call of returning to their old destructive habits grew.
It was just too strong to resist as Party spotted the various pill bottles on the table.
Holy shit! They got Battery Acid!
Party immediately grabbed a bottle of the city drugs and took three pills on instinct.
They made their way off to a less populated corner and sat down on the floor already knowing within a few minutes they'd be dead faced.
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