Notes

The song is Bruises by Lewis Capaldi, and the fanart is of Ohm and Delirious!

Key:
Y/n - your name

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The guys came home to see the house was a mess; chairs and tables overturned, doors open and stuff thrown around, and, of course, an unconscious Anthony in the kitchen.

Most of the guys were drunk and upon entering he house, either collapsed on the couches or went to their bedrooms. Being the only sober ones, Brock went to Anthony's aid and Craig took take of their drunken friends.

In the morning, Evan was the first to wake up. He entered the living room and kitchen area and froze. "What the hell happened here?!" He yelled, angry by the mess.

Soon enough, the rest of the guys joined him in the room. They looked over the mess in awe, wondering if they had done that the night before.

A sniffle directes all their attention over to Anthony, who was sitting on one of the barstools. Brock sat next to him, being a good friend and reassuring him.

"This is all my fault." He said, sounding ready to cry.

"You were out numbered, Anthony." Craig said, walking around with a garbage bag. "There's nothing you could have done."

"What happened?" David asked, him and everyone else confused.

Suddenly, Anthony yelled, "Isn't it obvious?! Pixl Network attacked us!" His body shook as he spoke. "They took Y/n, she's gone!!"

Together, everyone realized he was right. The h/c haired girl was nowhere to be found.

A thump echoed in the room and they all looked at Tyler, who had punched the wall. "I made a fucking promise to Ohm that something like this shit wouldn't happen!!" He yelled, then kicked at a broken coffee table leg.

Scotty spoke up, "Tyler, is not your fault, you couldn't have-"

"Yes it is my fucking fault!!" He yelled, cutting him off. "She told me, told all of us, that we shouldn't have gone out, that something bad was gonna happen!! And we all just ignored her!"

"But we couldn't have predicted that they'd go after her specifically." Lui said, looking down at the ground. "There's nothing we could have done anyways to prevent this unless we stayed home and none of us were ready to do that."

"What I don't understand," Brian started, "is why we're all standing here moping about it when we could be trying te find her!"

Evan nodded. "You're right." He turned to his gang. "Everyone meet in the heist room in half an hour."

Everyone turned and started walking away from each other. They all planned to get a grasp on the situation on their own terms for the next thirty minutes.

But Brock stopped them all, "Uh, guys?" Everyone looked at his concerned face. "Where's Delirious?"

The blue hoodie wearing man had woken up early and noticed the girl was missing. He set out into the city trying to find her or at least any clues as to where he was. But he searched all of Los Santos to find nothing. It was as if she just disappeared off the face of the Earth.

Running a hand through his hair, Jonathan sighed. He knew he had to tell Ohm about this. Pushing himself off the ground in an alley, he walked out, going to his ol friend.

Walking into the crowded alley, eyes followed the hockey mask wearing man. They all knew who he was, and were wondering why he was there.

"Well, well, well," a voice spoke spoke, "If it isn't H2O Delirious." Jonathan froze in front of the door, looking over his shoulder at the man. "Tell me, why do you Banana Bus trash keep showing up around-"

The man was cut off by a fist colliding with his cheek. Jonathan punched him and then put his hand on his head, slamming it into the wall behind him. The man fell to the ground unconscious.

Walking inside, everyone froze and went silent as well, watching him push past anyone in his way. Standing in front of the office door, he took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in." Ohm's voice hollered from inside. He pushed open the door and closed it behind him. Ohm narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?" He asked, then added, "How's Y/n doing?" Jonathan froze up at the question, looking anywhere but at him. Ohm felt his heart speed up at his strange behavior. "She's okay, right?"

The blue eyed male opened his mouth, then closed it, unsure of how to tell him. Instead, he choked out, "I'm sorry, I-"

Ohm stood up abruptly, his chair falling down beside him. Jonathan flinched at the motion. "What the hell happened to her?" The hazel eyed male asked, his voice demanding.

Jon closed his eyes. "Pixl Network attacked the house while we were out and took her."

Ohm felt his knees buckle and he leaned against his desk for support. "Get out." He commanded.

The gang member's eyes widened. "I - what?"

"Actually, no, wait." Ohm said, his eyes hardening. He walked around the desk and grabbed a fistful of Delirious' hoodie, shoving him against the wall. "You listen to me, you're gonna stay the hell away from me. You're gonna rescue Y/n. And you're gonna keep her safe, god dammit." He then let go, walking back behind his desk and picking up his chair. He sat down, glaring at Delirious.

Delirious took a deep breath and nodded. He snapped himself back to reality and took on a determined look. "I won't let you down."

"Good." Ohm stated. "I'm not letting your guys' mistakes take away someone I love. Not again."