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Midnight Crew--BirthdayThey don't really mention it.Midnight Crew--Birthday by Hiyume-chan
Their birthdays, that is.
It was never a custom to celebrate the day of their creation back on Derse. It was just another day. Some of the commonfolk occasionally exchanged words about itno more than a recognition of it to mark down one's agebut otherwise it passed by without much thought.
As Midnight City grew on Alternia, however, the citizens seemed to take a liking to the idea of celebrating the day. They exchanged gifts, they had parties, they got shitfaced because they felt they had some obligation to on their particular day. It grew as the city grew, until eventually everyone had forgotten of the quiet birthdays that had once been such a norm.
Not the Midnight Crew.
At least, not visibly.
The Crew treats every day as everyone does their birthday, so if there is any celebration, it's not obvious. They don't celebrate, though. In fact, Deuce and Boxcars have forgotten their birthdays.
But Slick and Droog remember.
For a silly reason. By so
SSxDD--Could Have BeenI could have been your worldSSxDD--Could Have Been by Hiyume-chan
I could have been your universe
Somehow you thought you'd make it.
It's ridiculous, you know. You should have expected to die on this severed moon drifting into the void, rigged to explode. There isn't much hope for escape. You're the Dignitary. You're rational. You're realistic. You should have seen it coming. But for some reason you didn't.
For some reason you thought you'd be able to kill these Derse dreamers and defuse the Tumor. For some reason you thought you'd drift back to a moonless planet and resume rule. For some reason the only thought in your mind was that you would win.
And now all you can think, as a broken sword sheers through your throat, is that the reasonwhat made you so stupidly optimistic, so determinedis him.
You sort of hate yourself for it, because you know that there is more to it than loyalty. The word that comes to mind is bitter and disgusting as it rolls along your tongue, refusing to be swallowed but refusing
Midnight Crew--Sort Of A Good GuyHe's up earlier than usual.Midnight Crew--Sort Of A Good Guy by Hiyume-chan
Slick is the type to be out cold until around noon, but when you walk into the small kitchen of the hideout at eight in the morning, he's sitting at the small dining table, back hunched with a steaming mug of coffee slowly cooling beside him. You raise an eyebrow and approach him, leaning over his shoulder with your hands behind your back.
He's scribbling something on a sheet of paper. There's no title on the sheet and his chicken-scratch is beyond you. You notice though that it's in a list format. Some things are scribbled out, about half of the scribbles supposedly having the words they conceal rewritten beside them. You can hear silent cusses escaping Sick's mouth as he thinks.
"You're up early," you say.
He jumps in his seat in the middle of your sentence. He covers the sheet of paper frantically with his arms and glares up at you. "Fucking hell, Droog, we're not on a goddamn heist. You can calm it with the sneaky bullshit."
You shrug nonchalantely and s
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