Winning the world and you

Hello You

"Damien, get off the ceiling" Jordan firmly stated.

Damien chuckled once before jumping off the ceiling, pushing off the ground with his hands and landing perfectly on his feet after. "Alright, what can I do for ya?" he leaned to the side "Oh, Patryk's dead, ok. We all thought Jordan was going to die first... Crazy, hah!" Damien used jazz hands at the end.

Jordan's eyes widened "Wait what-?"

"He's not actually dead, he's just passed out" Paul corrected him. "Uhh, Jordan can I talk to you for a moment. In the hallway" He clenched his jaw at the end. Jordan switched his gaze around the room before back to Paul "Yeah, sure?"

They walked off to the hallway in the opposing corner. I noticed Jordan had his hand on the gun in his belt pocket when he was walking off. "Uhh Jor-" Matt stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder. I looked over to Damien who was bouncing around from his heels to the front of his shoes and also who we had been left with.

~PAUL'S P.O.V~

I stand there waiting for the red head to get here. A few seconds passed when he decided to show up and lean against the wall. It stays quiet for a long time, I expect him to start but nope. "You didn't bother saying anything about this?"

He looked at me boredly "Please be more specific?"

Feeling myself growl I start again "He's a fucking Black jacket that's a good start!"

"Geez Paul, no need to swear" he winces. "And so what if he is? It doesn't change much about his chances exactly!"

I inhale, trying to calm down. "Just tell me, how many times has he been to metal health?" The term black jacket is a term we use for someone who has been given a black sweater. This may seem like nothing but it was the hospitals way of basically saying that this person has showed up way to damn much! And too much is basically over fifteen times in mental health.

"Well clearly over fifteen times. But if I remember from before we left it was about twenty-three times... I remember Yuu saying something about it". He looked off to the side near the end.

"Oh my god" I face palm and grumble while sighing. "Please tell me you're joking"

"Sorry no, I'm Jordan" he gives a smile of evil. "Ok, now I'm joking".

He fucking what? He notices the glare I'm giving him and just smiles like the smug ass bastard he is. I raise my hand to hit slap him in the face but stop when he flinches with a small noise of fear, holding his head like expecting to get hit.

God damn it, I sigh, lowering my hand. It takes him a while to calm down. "Look, if this is really the only choice we have... Or he has. I'll take your word for it".

He calms down completely, still looking uneasy as hell though. "Thanks then, I guess?"

It's quiet for a bit. Before we both realize our mistake of leaving both Edd and Matt with a crazy stranger. "Shit..."

We instantly run out of the hallway. "Crap, where'd they go?!"

Jordan instantly started panicking "Oh no, what if Edd's in trouble... Or dead... Or worse?!"

Matt's voice broke the panic attack "hey... I'm here too" He sounded extremely upset. We looked over to see Matt upside down. His hair is the same upside down as it is right-side up may I add.

"Oh hey... You" Jordan went bored again. Wait did he forget Matt's name?

Seeing up now, all three of the thought-to-be-gone are running around on the ceiling with Edd just watching while laughing madly. I can't even help but snicker myself.

Damien suddenly appeared behind the two of us, still on the ceiling. "Glad to see you haven't changed too much, Woodpecker" He awkwardly hugged the red head.. I wonder how the lil shit got that nickname.

Jordan just remained unresponsive in his wordless humiliation. Matt in the background fell from the ceiling trying to jump tackle Edd. "So Damien, apparently you can help us?" I ask.

He turns around "Chances are I can!"

"Well, Patryk got zapped in a mental health session. Now he's acting up" I explain in a short version. They seemed to of listened.

"Oh so that's why he attacked us!" He clicked his fingers in that moment in realising... In a way to happy tone before switching to a quiet chuckle "Haha, fuckin... Asshole". He looked off to the side.

"Wait, he's awake, where is he?"

Damien switches his gaze back to me. "He's in the magnet room" He pointed behind him with his thumb, looking over I see Patryk in a control panelled room which is typically used for test subjects or testing in general. His face was pressed against the glass with glowing yellow eyes.

Shit...

"This is a fun day!" Damien randomly cut in.

A/N

Damien will become way better later on trust me. I have LOTS of hilarious ideas for him.

He is also one of the most fun characters I've made.

No Tomtord this chapter cus the communist is getting his arm back so I can't just have Tom sitting in a bed eating for a whole chapter... That's not a thing I'd do.

ALSO: If there are any random names you haven't heard let me know because I changed Damien's name multiple times while writing this.