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Deigo X Frankie
CHAPTER 1. One beautiful morning in Dallas, Texas. Diego and his two friends embark on a fun trip around their neighborhood riding on bicycles. "Diego: Ziggy didn't spit in that drink!" John: "Ziggy is a spit swallow man." Frankie: "I understand, I reside with him." That moment Diego knew he was in love! He then spent hours talking to John and Ziggy about dating her. But Ziggy would not let this play! He Immediately and immodestly shut down D-Dogs whole game, Even though he was an absolute PLAYER. That night Diego thought of all the lovely moments they would have had Ziggy not been in the way. He was left scratching his balls, Why Would Ziggy hate this. NEXT MORNING! They go again at that silly bike game. John had always been a bit of a tough pill to swallow, but he was repeating how dating her was wrong even when she had a BOYFRIEND? Yes she indeed had a boyfriend named James liverthough. So Diego needed to get him out of the picture so he when to his house in Nebraska Via hot air balloon and was eyeing Frank from above the whole time! He hired his Nebraskan dad to then feed his son to Big foot and lick his big feet. Now he had an open window to his future date. Ziggy is very angry now and wants to pinch his Nips. But Before that can happen Ziggy, John, And Diego Graduate college and are all 18.As the summer sun cast long shadows across the suburban streets of Dallas, Diego couldn't shake off the tension that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy, humid blanket. The bike rides that once felt carefree now carried an underlying current of unease, stemming from Ziggy's inexplicable animosity towards his crush on Frank. Diego pedaled alongside John, trying to focus on the rhythmic motion of his legs propelling the bike forward. "Do you think Ziggy's always been like this?" he asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. John glanced over at him, his brow furrowing in concern. "I'm not sure, man. Ziggy's always been a bit unpredictable, but this feels different." Diego nodded, his mind spinning with questions. What had happened between Ziggy and Frank to create such hostility? And why did Ziggy seem to take issue specifically with Diego's feelings for Frank? As they rounded a corner, they spotted Ziggy up ahead, his figure silhouetted against the setting sun. He was cycling with a fierce determination, his jaw set in a tight line. Diego swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his stomach. He knew he needed to confront Ziggy, to finally unearth the source of this tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. That evening, after they had returned from their bike ride and settled into Frank's cozy living room, Diego gathered his courage and broached the subject. "Ziggy, can we talk?" he asked, his voice wavering slightly. Ziggy glanced up from his phone, his expression guarded. "Sure, what's up?" Diego took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I can't shake this feeling that there's something between us, something... unresolved." Ziggy's eyes flickered with surprise before settling into a steely resolve. "There is something, Diego. But it's not what you think." Diego's heart pounded in his chest as Ziggy began to recount the story of Frank's previous boyfriend, the tragedy that had torn them apart. He listened intently, his mind reeling with the weight of Ziggy's words. "So you see, Diego," Ziggy concluded, his voice tinged with sadness, "it's not that I don't want you to be happy. It's just... I can't bear to see Frank get hurt again." Diego's throat tightened as he absorbed Ziggy's confession. Suddenly, everything made sense—the tension, the hostility, the unspoken grief that hung between them like a shroud. Diego's heart pounded in his chest as Ziggy began to recount the story of Frank's previous boyfriend, the tragedy that had torn them apart. He listened intently, his mind reeling with the weight of Ziggy's words. "So you see, Diego," Ziggy concluded, his voice tinged with sadness, "it's not that I don't want you to be happy. It's just... I can't bear to see Frank get hurt again." Diego's throat tightened as he absorbed Ziggy's confession. Suddenly, everything made sense—the tension, the hostility, the unspoken grief that hung between them like a shroud."Thank you for telling me, Ziggy," Diego said softly, reaching out to squeeze his friend's shoulder. "I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make sure Frank knows how much she means to me." And with that, a weight lifted from Diego's shoulders, replaced by a newfound determination to navigate the complexities of love and loss with compassion and understanding. As the summer sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a soft, golden glow, Diego knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would face them together with his friends by his side.

As the evening wore on and the weight of Ziggy's revelation settled over them like a heavy fog, Diego couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at his insides. He sat in silence, lost in thought, while Frank bustled around the kitchen, preparing dinner for the three of them. Ziggy, meanwhile, sat across from Diego, his features twisted in a tight frown. Diego could feel his friend's gaze burning into him, accusing and resentful. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, Ziggy slammed his hands down on the coffee table, causing Diego to jump in his seat. "How could you, Diego?" he spat, his voice laced with anger. Diego blinked in confusion, his heart sinking as he realized what Ziggy was referring to. "Ziggy, I—" "No, don't even try to explain," Ziggy interrupted, his eyes blazing with fury. "I poured my heart out to you, told you everything about Frank and me, and you still... you still like her?" Diego winced at the sharpness in Ziggy's tone, the realization of his own insensitivity hitting him like a punch to the gut. "Ziggy, I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to hurt you." But Ziggy was beyond reason, his anger bubbling over like a pot ready to boil over. "You didn't mean to hurt me? Well, congratulations, Diego, you've succeeded beyond your wildest dreams!" Diego hung his head, feeling the weight of Ziggy's words bearing down on him like a crushing weight. He had been so caught up in his own feelings for Frank that he had failed to consider the impact it would have on Ziggy, his closest friend. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice choked with emotion. "I should have listened. I should have been there for you." Ziggy's expression softened slightly at Diego's apology, but the hurt still lingered in his eyes. "It's too late for apologies now, Diego," he said quietly. "I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong." Diego felt a pang of regret deep in his chest as he watched Ziggy retreat into himself, a wall of resentment building between them like a fortress. He knew that rebuilding their friendship would take time, patience, and a whole lot of effort. But as he looked into Ziggy's eyes, still shimmering with unshed tears, Diego knew that he would do whatever it took to make things right. Because no matter what mistakes he had made, Ziggy would always be more than just a friend—he would be family. And family, Diego vowed, was worth fighting for. The evening air was thick with tension as Frank bustled into the living room, a tray of steaming pizza rolls in hand. "Pizza rolls, anyone?" she chirped, her attempt at levity falling flat in the face of Ziggy's sudden outburst. Before anyone could respond, Ziggy's facade crumbled, tears streaming down his cheeks as he bolted from the room, leaving behind a stunned silence in his wake. Diego exchanged a worried glance with John before rising to his feet, a sense of urgency propelling him after Ziggy. But before he could take a step, Frank placed a gentle hand on his arm, her eyes filled with understanding. "Let me," she said softly, her voice carrying a note of determination. "You and John stay here and enjoy the pizza rolls. I'll go talk to Ziggy." Diego hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to comfort Ziggy and his need to respect his friend's space. But Frank's reassuring smile eased his apprehension, and he sank back onto the couch, his thoughts swirling with a mix of guilt and gratitude. As Frank disappeared down the hallway in search of Ziggy, Diego turned his attention to John, who was staring at the floor with a furrowed brow. "You okay, man?" Diego asked, reaching out to squeeze his friend's shoulder. John looked up, his eyes clouded with concern. "I just don't understand why Ziggy's so upset," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "I mean, I get that he's hurting, but... why take it out on us?" Diego sighed, the weight of Ziggy's pain heavy on his shoulders. "I think he just needs some time," he said quietly. "And maybe some space to process everything that's been going on." John nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, you're probably right," he conceded. "But that doesn't mean we can't try to be there for him, you know?" Diego smiled gratefully at his friend's words, a flicker of hope igniting in his chest. Despite the fractures that had formed between them, he knew that their bond was strong enough to weather any storm. And as they settled in for a night of pizza rolls and Fortnite, the laughter and camaraderie that filled the room served as a reminder that even in the darkest of times, they were never truly alone. For as long as they had each other, they would always find a way to navigate the twists and turns of life's unpredictable journey. The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where Diego lay sleeping. He stirred awake, the events of the previous evening still fresh in his mind as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. Beside him, Frank lay curled up under the covers, her peaceful expression a stark contrast to the turmoil that had consumed them just hours before. Diego couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as he watched her sleep, knowing that his own actions had played a part in Ziggy's pain. With a heavy sigh, Diego gently extricated himself from the bed, careful not to disturb Frank's slumber. He tiptoed out of the room and made his way to the kitchen, where John was already brewing a pot of coffee. "Morning," John greeted him with a tired smile, his eyes still heavy with sleep. Diego returned the smile, though it felt strained on his lips. "Morning," he replied, pouring himself a cup of coffee and taking a seat at the kitchen table. The silence that hung between them was palpable, weighed down by the weight of their unspoken thoughts and feelings. Diego knew that he needed to talk to Ziggy, to try and mend the rift that had formed between them, but he couldn't shake the fear that he had already done irreparable damage. Just then, the sound of a door creaking open drew their attention, and they turned to see Ziggy shuffling into the room, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. "Morning, Ziggy," John said, his voice gentle. "You okay?" Ziggy shrugged, avoiding their gaze as he reached for a mug and poured himself a cup of coffee. "I'll survive," he muttered, his tone bitter. Diego's heart ached at the sight of his friend's pain, but he knew that words alone would not be enough to mend what had been broken between them. It would take time, patience, and a willingness to listen and understand. As they finished their coffee in uneasy silence, Diego made a silent vow to himself to do whatever it took to rebuild their friendship, one pedal stroke at a time. And as they set out on their daily bike ride, the wind whipping through their hair and the sun warming their backs, Diego couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him. For no matter how far apart they may drift, he knew that their bond was stronger than any distance that could ever separate them. And with that thought in mind, he pedaled forward into the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together. The sun hung high in the sky as Diego and Frank set out on their bikes, the cool breeze ruffling their hair as they pedaled through the suburban streets. Despite the lingering tension that hung between them, there was a sense of ease and familiarity in their companionship, a silent understanding that needed no words.

Diego couldn't help but marvel at the way Frank moved with effortless grace, her laughter carrying on the wind like a melody. She was a force of nature, fierce and unyielding, and yet there was a gentleness to her spirit that drew Diego in like a moth to a flame.

As they rode side by side, Diego found himself opening up to Frank in a way he hadn't before, sharing stories and secrets as they navigated the twists and turns of the neighborhood.

Meanwhile, John and Ziggy rode together, their conversation filled with a cautious optimism as they discussed the events of the previous evening. Ziggy's anger had simmered to a low boil, replaced now by a sense of resignation and acceptance.

"I just don't understand why Diego would do something like that," Ziggy mused, his voice tinged with frustration. "I thought we were closer than that."

John nodded sympathetically, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Sometimes people make mistakes, Ziggy," he said gently. "But that doesn't mean we can't forgive them."

Ziggy sighed, the weight of their conversation pressing down on him like a heavy burden. "I know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just don't know if I can trust him again."

John reached out a hand to squeeze Ziggy's shoulder, a silent gesture of solidarity and support. "Give it time, Ziggy," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "Trust takes time to rebuild, but I believe in you. And I believe in Diego."

As they rode on, the sun dipping low on the horizon, Diego and Frank found themselves drawn together by a shared sense of camaraderie and understanding. They laughed and joked as they pedaled through the streets, their friendship blossoming like a flower in the springtime.

And though their journey had been fraught with challenges and obstacles, Diego couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him. For no matter what the future held, he knew that as long as they had each other, they would always find a way to navigate the ups and downs of life's unpredictable journey, together.

As Diego and Frank pedaled through the suburban streets, their laughter echoing in the crisp morning air, Diego couldn't shake the weight of guilt that gnawed at his insides. He had always cherished his friendship with Ziggy, but the rift that had formed between them seemed to widen with each passing day. Meanwhile, Ziggy and John rode together, their conversation flowing with an ease that belied the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. Ziggy's anger had cooled to a simmer, replaced now by a quiet determination to move forward. "I just don't get it, man," Ziggy confided in John, his voice heavy with frustration. "Diego and I have been friends for years, and yet he goes and does something like this." Ziggy sighed, the weight of their conversation pressing down on him like a leaden weight. "I know," he admitted, his voice tinged with resignation. "But it's hard not to feel betrayed." As they rode on, the tension between them lingered like a shadow, casting a pall over their conversation. And then, in a moment of vulnerability, Ziggy found himself opening up to John in a way he hadn't before, sharing secrets and confessions that had long been buried beneath the surface. Meanwhile, Diego and Frank rode ahead, their laughter ringing out like a clarion call. But as they pedaled through the streets, Diego couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. "I have to tell you something, Frank," Diego began, his voice hesitant. "Something about Ziggy." Frank glanced over at him, her brow furrowing in concern. "What is it, Diego?" she asked, her voice gentle. Diego hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But the words spilled out of him in a rush, a torrent of confessions and revelations that left him feeling raw and exposed. "I think Ziggy's been keeping something from us," Diego admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Something big." Frank's eyes widened in surprise, her expression a mix of shock and concern. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension. Diego shook his head, his mind racing with possibilities. "I'm not sure," he confessed. "But whatever it is, I think it's tearing him apart." As the weight of his words settled over them like a heavy shroud, Diego couldn't help but feel a sense of dread creeping into his bones. What had Ziggy been hiding from them all this time? And what would happen when the truth finally came to light? As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the suburban landscape, the group arrived at John's house, their laughter mingling with the gentle hum of cicadas in the warm evening air. They decided to spend the night at John's, seeking refuge in the familiarity of his home and the comfort of each other's company.Inside, John bustled about the kitchen, the clatter of pots and pans echoing through the house as he prepared a simple yet comforting meal of pasta. Diego and Frank sat on the couch, their conversation flowing with an easy camaraderie that belied the tension that still lingered between them and Ziggy. Ziggy, for his part, sat on the couch in silence, his head bowed and his expression unreadable. Despite the laughter and chatter that filled the room, he seemed lost in his own thoughts, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of noise.As John finished cooking, he emerged from the kitchen with a steaming pot of spaghetti in hand, a warm smile on his face. "Pasta's ready, everyone!" he announced, setting the pot down on the coffee table with a clatter.The group gathered around the table, filling their bowls with heaping servings of pasta as they talked and laughed late into the night. But as the hours wore on and the laughter faded into a comfortable silence, John couldn't help but notice the weight of Ziggy's silence pressing down on them like a heavy shroud. "Hey, Ziggy," John said gently, breaking the silence that had settled over the room like a thick fog. "You've been awfully quiet tonight. Is everything okay?" Ziggy glanced up, his eyes clouded with sadness. "I don't really want to talk about it right now, John," he said quietly, his voice tinged with resignation. John nodded understandingly, his heart heavy with concern for his friend. "That's okay, Ziggy," he replied softly. "But just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to talk." And with that, the group dispersed, retreating to their respective rooms for the night. But as John lay in bed, the echoes of Ziggy's silence ringing in his ears, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. He got back out of bed and sure enough Ziggy was still there. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk?” John mumbled. “Do you really want to know, well since you're the only one here.”  John couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him as he lay in bed, the memory of Ziggy's silent anguish weighing heavily on his mind. With a sigh, he threw back the covers and slipped out of bed, making his way to the living room where Ziggy still sat in silence, a lone figure bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. "Hey, Ziggy," John said softly, taking a seat beside his friend on the couch. "I know you said you didn't want to talk about it earlier, but I can't shake the feeling that something's really bothering you. Please, if you feel up to it, I'm here to listen." Ziggy hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor as he wrestled with his emotions. But then, with a heavy sigh, he began to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... it's about Frank," Ziggy confessed, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I've known her for so long, John, and I care about her more than anything. But ever since her last relationship ended... I've been worried about her. Worried that she'll get hurt again, that she'll be left with nothing but shattered pieces of her heart." John listened intently, his heart breaking for his friend as he heard the depth of Ziggy's concern for Frank. He had always known that Ziggy cared deeply for her, but he had never realized the extent of his fears for her well-being. "I understand, Ziggy," John said gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "But you have to trust that Frank is strong enough to handle whatever comes her way. And she's not alone, Ziggy. We're all here for her, every step of the way." Ziggy nodded, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes as he looked up at John. "Thanks, John," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I needed to hear that." “ Well you get to bed big guy, it's getting late.” John assured getting up “Wait, uh John that's  not the whole story. He listened in stunned silence as Ziggy recounted the tragic events that had unfolded when they were just children, a memory that had haunted him for years. "It was... it was in kindergarten," Ziggy began, his voice trembling with emotion. "Frank and I, we were the first ones in our friend group, and we were inseparable. But then... then something terrible happened." Ziggy's words faltered as he struggled to find the strength to continue, the weight of his memories bearing down on him like a heavy burden. "We were playing outside during recess, just like we always did," Ziggy continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "And... and there was this... this man..." John's heart clenched in his chest as he listened to Ziggy's harrowing tale, the horror of what had happened becoming painfully clear. "He... he grabbed Frank," Ziggy whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. "He...He took her, the teacher tried to catch him but he was old, I eventually saved her but the fact it happened was too much a bear, ive been able to protect her and suppress those thoughts ever since and her old boyfriend was also abusive and I tried to stop him as much a possible but I was yet again not strong enough. Then his dad found out and moved him to nebraska. Where he would await trial.” John in complete shock had managed to keep tears down and had no words but “sorry”, Fortunately Ziggy understood by his face and kept quiet. And as they sat together in the quiet darkness of the night, the weight of their shared pain pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket, John knew that he would do whatever it took to help his friend find peace. For no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, he would always be there for Ziggy, a steady beacon of light in the darkness.   As John lay in bed, the weight of Ziggy's confession heavy on his mind, he struggled to find solace in the promise of the day ahead. Saturday was supposed to be a day of fun and relaxation, a chance to escape the troubles of the world and simply enjoy each other's company. But now, with the memory of Ziggy's heartbreaking revelation still fresh in his mind, John couldn't help but wonder if they would ever truly be able to find joy in the midst of their shared pain. As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, John roused himself from his fitful slumber, his mind racing with thoughts of Ziggy and the burden he carried. He knew that they couldn't simply ignore what had happened, that they needed time to process and heal from the trauma of their past. But at the same time, he couldn't bear the thought of letting it overshadow their day. With a heavy sigh, John made his way to the living room, where Ziggy still sat in silent contemplation, his eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep. "Hey, Ziggy," John said softly, taking a seat beside his friend on the couch. "I know yesterday was... was really tough for you. And I just want you to know that I'm here for you, whatever you need." Ziggy nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor as he struggled to find the words to express his gratitude. "Thanks, John," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I appreciate it." As the day stretched on, John and Ziggy found themselves drawn together by a shared sense of grief and loss. They spent the day in quiet reflection, honoring the memory of their friend and the innocence they had lost so long ago. But despite the heaviness of their hearts, there were moments of lightness and laughter, fleeting glimpses of joy that reminded them of the strength of their bond. And as they watched the sun set on another day, John couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him. For no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, he knew that as long as they had each other, they would always find a way to navigate the darkest of nights and emerge into the light of a new day. As Diego and Frank emerged from the hallway, their eyes met with a mixture of surprise and confusion from John and Ziggy. John's brow furrowed in confusion, while Ziggy's expression betrayed a hint of anger tinged with a touch of exasperation. It was clear that something was amiss, and the tension in the room seemed to crackle with uncertainty. Diego, sensing the weight of their stares, shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat as he struggled to find an explanation for his presence in Frank's hallway. Frank, however, seemed unfazed by the awkwardness of the situation. She shot Diego a knowing glance before turning to John and Ziggy with a mischievous grin. "Looks like Diego decided to crash in my room last night," she said casually, her tone light and playful. John's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mix of amusement and disbelief. "Seriously, Diego?" he exclaimed, a hint of laughter in his voice. Diego flushed crimson with embarrassment, his cheeks burning with the heat of a thousand suns. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I, uh... couldn't sleep in my room." Ziggy's amusement evaporated like water on a hot skillet, replaced by a fiery rage that burned bright in his eyes. He shot to his feet, his fists clenched at his sides as he glared at Diego with barely contained fury. "What the hell, Diego?" Ziggy seethed, his voice sharp and cutting. "You had no right to sleep in Frank's room without her permission. That's just plain disrespectful." Diego recoiled at Ziggy's anger, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to find the words to defend himself. "Ziggy, I..." he stammered, his voice trailing off as he searched for an explanation. But Ziggy wasn't interested in excuses. "I don't want to hear it, Diego," he snapped, his voice laced with venom. "You crossed a line, and you know it." Diego's cheeks flushed crimson with shame as he hung his head, the weight of Ziggy's words pressing down on him like a heavy burden. He had never intended to cause harm or disrespect, but now he could see how his actions had hurt his friend deeply. "I'm sorry, Ziggy," Diego whispered, his voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to upset you. I'll make it right, I promise." Ziggy's anger softened slightly at Diego's apology, but the hurt still lingered in his eyes. "You better," he muttered, his tone cold and distant. "Because this... this isn't something I can just forgive and forget." And with that, Ziggy turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, leaving Diego alone with the weight of his remorse. As he watched his friend disappear down the hallway, Diego knew that he had a long road ahead of him if he ever hoped to earn back Ziggy's trust and friendship. But he was determined to make things right, no matter what it took. “Well it doesn't matter anyway” Ziggy replied “we have to go to the party” Ziggy's words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the obligations they still faced despite the tension that simmered between them. Diego nodded silently, his heart heavy with guilt as he followed Ziggy out of the room and into the hallway. As they made their way to the party, the atmosphere between them remained strained, each step echoing with the weight of their unspoken words. Diego knew that he needed to make things right with Ziggy, but he also knew that it wouldn't be easy to repair the damage he had caused. As they entered the party, Clara MockerHam greeted them with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she welcomed them into the festive atmosphere. Ziggy furrowed his brow in confusion, casting a questioning glance at John. "Who is this?" Ziggy asked, his tone tinged with suspicion. John smiled reassuringly at Ziggy. "She's my friend's mom," he explained. "She wanted me to help set up for my friend's little brother's birthday party. This is Clara." Diego, ever the extrovert, bounded forward with enthusiasm. "HELLO!" he exclaimed, his voice booming through the room. Clara chuckled at Diego's exuberance, extending a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you," she said warmly. After the setup was complete, they joined the party, the lively atmosphere infectious as they mingled with the other guests. But despite the festive surroundings, the tension between Ziggy and Diego simmered just beneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any moment. Ziggy couldn't seem to shake his frustration with Diego, his words laced with thinly veiled hostility as they interacted throughout the evening. Diego, for his part, tried to diffuse the situation with humor and charm, but his efforts seemed to only exacerbate Ziggy's ire. As they navigated the party, John found himself caught in the middle of their escalating conflict, torn between his loyalty to his friends and his desire to keep the peace. He tried to intervene whenever he could, but it seemed that nothing he said or did could bridge the growing divide between Ziggy and Diego. And as the night wore on and the tension reached its breaking point, John couldn't help but wonder if their friendship would survive the trials and tribulations that lay ahead. For no matter how hard he tried to keep them together, it seemed that Ziggy and Diego were destined to clash like fire and ice, their differences too vast to overcome. As the party buzzed with laughter and chatter, Diego found himself drawn to Frank's side, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation. With a reluctant sigh, he mustered up the courage to lightly flirt with her, hoping to catch her attention. But to Diego's dismay, his attempts went unnoticed by Frank, who seemed preoccupied with the festivities around her. Despite his best efforts, she remained oblivious to his advances, leaving Diego feeling deflated and rejected. As she left to the loo John, observing the interaction from across the room, couldn't help but notice Diego's failed attempts at flirting with Frank. As Diego walked away, crestfallen, John couldn't contain his curiosity and blurted out, "Why were you hitting on Frank?" His question, though meant innocently, rang out like a gunshot in the crowded room, causing the music to screech to a halt and all eyes to turn towards Diego. The sudden attention left Diego feeling exposed and vulnerable, his cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment. Among the crowd, Ziggy's glare bore into Diego like daggers, his expression twisted with anger and betrayal. Holding a wine glass in hand, Ziggy's grip tightened until the glass shattered, spilling wine onto the floor as he stormed away, his fury palpable in the air. Caught off guard by John's unintended revelation, Diego stood frozen in place, unsure of how to respond to the sudden scrutiny. It was a moment of reckoning, a stark reminder of the consequences of his actions and the rift it had caused between him and Ziggy. As the Uber pulled up to Ziggy's house, the tension between Diego and Ziggy hung heavy in the air, a silent barrier separating them like an invisible wall. They climbed out of the car in silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Ziggy refused to even glance in Diego's direction, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he marched towards the front door of his house. Diego trailed behind him, a knot of anxiety coiling in his stomach as he braced himself for the inevitable confrontation. As they reached the doorstep, Ziggy reached out to unlock the door, his hand hovering over the keyhole for a moment before abruptly pulling away. Diego, who had been right behind him, found himself stranded on the doorstep as Ziggy stepped inside and closed the door behind him, effectively locking Diego out. Diego stared at the closed door in disbelief, his heart sinking with the realization of what had just happened. He pounded on the door, calling out to Ziggy in frustration, but there was no response from inside. Feeling a mixture of anger and hurt, Diego turned to the rest of the group, who looked on in shock at the sudden turn of events. "Did... did he just lock me out?" Diego asked incredulously, his voice tinged with disbelief. John and Frank exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to respond to the situation. "I... I think so," John said cautiously, his brow furrowed in concern. Diego's frustration boiled over as he pounded on the door once more, his voice laced with desperation. "Ziggy, come on, man! Let me in!" he pleaded, but there was still no response from inside. Defeated, Diego turned away from the door, his shoulders slumped with resignation. It was clear that Ziggy wasn't going to let him in, at least not without some sort of explanation or apology. With heavy hearts and a sense of resignation, Diego and John bid each other farewell as they parted ways, each retreating to their respective homes. Diego trudged through the quiet streets, the weight of Ziggy's rejection lingering in his mind like a dark cloud. He couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment and regret that gnawed at him, knowing that he had caused pain to his friend and damaged their relationship in the process. John, too, felt the weight of the evening's events pressing down on him as he made his way home. He couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong between Diego and Ziggy, and if there was anything he could have done to prevent it. As they settled into their respective homes, the silence of the night enveloped them like a heavy blanket, each one left to grapple with their own thoughts and emotions in the solitude of their rooms. But amidst the darkness, there was a glimmer of hope, a flicker of determination that burned bright in their hearts. For despite the rift that had formed between them, they knew that their friendship was strong enough to weather any storm, and that with time and effort, they would find a way to mend what had been broken. As John settled into his home, the soft chime of his phone broke the quiet of the evening. He glanced at the screen to see Ziggy's name displayed, a mixture of surprise and concern flashing through his mind. With a sense of urgency, he answered the call. "Hey, Ziggy," John greeted, his voice tinged with worry. "Is everything okay?" Ziggy's voice crackled through the line, the weight of his emotions palpable even through the phone. "Hey, John," he said quietly. "I... I need to talk to you and Frank about Diego." John's brow furrowed in confusion, his concern deepening at the mention of Diego's name. "Of course, Ziggy," he replied, his voice gentle. "Do you want us to come over?" Ziggy hesitated for a moment before nodding, even though John couldn't see him. "Yeah, that would be good," he said softly. With a sense of purpose, John quickly arranged for Frank to join them, knowing that Ziggy needed their support now more than ever. Within minutes, they were gathered in Ziggy's living room, the weight of their shared concern hanging heavy in the air. "Ziggy, what's going on?" Frank asked, her voice filled with worry as she took a seat beside him. Ziggy took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "It's about Diego," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "I... I don't know what to do about him. He's been acting... different lately, and I'm worried about him." John and Frank exchanged concerned glances, their hearts going out to Ziggy as he struggled to articulate his fears. "What do you mean, different?" John asked gently, prompting Ziggy to continue. Ziggy recounted the events of the party and Diego's subsequent behavior, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and concern. "He's been distant, and... and I don't know how to reach him," Ziggy admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. John and Frank listened intently, their hearts breaking for Ziggy as he grappled with the complexities of their friendship. "We'll figure this out together, Ziggy," John reassured him, his voice filled with determination. And as they sat together in the quiet of Ziggy's living room, the bond between them stronger than ever, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with unwavering support and unwavering love. After their heartfelt discussion, John, Frank, and Ziggy knew they needed to confront Diego about his recent behavior. With a sense of determination, they arranged to meet with him, knowing that they needed to address the issues that had arisen between them. Diego arrived, his expression a mix of apprehension and curiosity as he greeted his friends. Sensing the seriousness of the situation, he braced himself for whatever they had to say. "Diego, we need to talk," John began, his voice firm but gentle. "We've noticed that you've been acting differently lately, and it's been affecting all of us."

Diego's brow furrowed in confusion, his mind racing as he tried to understand what they were getting at. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Ziggy took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he spoke. "You've been distant, Diego," he said softly. "And it's been hard for all of us to see you like this." Frank nodded in agreement, her expression filled with concern. "We care about you, Diego," she added, her voice gentle but firm. "But we can't help you if you don't let us in." Diego's heart sank as he realized the impact his behavior had on his friends. He had been so wrapped up in his own struggles that he hadn't even considered how it was affecting them. "I'm sorry, guys," Diego said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been going through some stuff, and I guess I didn't realize how it was affecting all of you." John placed a reassuring hand on Diego's shoulder, his eyes filled with empathy. "It's okay, Diego," he said softly. "We're here for you, no matter what." And as they sat together, united in their resolve to support each other through thick and thin, Diego felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that with his friends by his side, he could face whatever challenges lay ahead, and emerge stronger and more resilient than ever before. Without warning and just like the party incident John blurts out " Are we still kicking him out of the friend group?”  Unexpectedly, John's question sliced through the room like a sudden bolt of lightning, disrupting the uneasy silence that had settled among them. Diego's immediate response was an explosion of emotion, his frustration bubbling to the surface as he launched into an impromptu rendition of "You Give Love a Bad Name" by Bon Jovi.  The abruptness of John's inquiry caught everyone off guard, prompting Diego's fiery reaction. His passionate rendition of the song served as both an outlet for his anger and a pointed response to the tension that had been building between them.    As Diego's impassioned rendition of "You Give Love a Bad Name" echoed through the room, Ziggy's frustration reached a boiling point. His face flushed crimson with anger, a torrent of emotions surging within him like a raging storm. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Ziggy's impulse overwhelmed him. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, he launched himself across the room, barreling towards Diego with an intensity that bordered on primal. Before anyone could react, Ziggy tackled Diego with a force that sent them both crashing to the ground. The impact reverberated through the room, a visceral expression of Ziggy's pent-up frustration and anger. Caught off guard by Ziggy's sudden outburst, Diego found himself sprawled on the floor, the wind knocked out of him by the unexpected tackle. His singing abruptly cut off, replaced by a startled yelp as he struggled to regain his bearings. The room fell silent, the tension thick in the air as everyone watched in stunned disbelief. Ziggy's actions had taken them all by surprise, leaving them grappling with the aftermath of his impulsive outburst. Diego's shock at Ziggy's sudden aggression ignited a primal instinct within him. In a split-second decision fueled by adrenaline and desperation, he seized Frank and pulled her close, his grip firm as he dragged her away from the chaotic scene. Frank's eyes widened in alarm as she found herself caught in Diego's grasp, her heart pounding with fear and confusion. She struggled against his hold, her voice choked with panic as she pleaded for release. The room erupted into chaos as Diego's impulsive act sent shockwaves through their group, leaving them all reeling in disbelief. Ziggy's initial anger gave way to shock and concern as he watched Diego's actions unfold before him. With each passing moment, the gravity of the situation became increasingly clear. Diego's sudden abduction of Frank had thrown their group into disarray, leaving them scrambling to make sense of what had just happened and how to respond. Amidst the chaos, Diego's expression was a mask of desperation and uncertainty, his mind racing as he grappled with the consequences of his impulsive actions. He knew that he had crossed a line, but in that moment, all he could think about was escaping the tumult that surrounded them. Meanwhile, Ziggy sprinted after them with all his might, his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed his body to its limits. Despite his best efforts, he arrived at the scene just moments too late, watching helplessly as Diego's car disappeared around the corner and out of sight. Desperation and frustration gnawed at Ziggy as he stood in the empty street, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had been so close, but in the end, he had failed to stop Diego from making off with Frank. As the reality of the situation sunk in, Ziggy's mind raced with questions and fears. Where had Diego taken Frank? And what would happen to her now that she was in his hands? With no answers in sight, Ziggy could only cling to hope and pray that they would find a way to bring Frank back safely. Ziggy's cry of anguish pierced the air, a raw expression of the turmoil raging within him. "Not again!" he screamed, his voice tinged with a mixture of anger, sadness, and fear.As he reached the roadblock, Ziggy's heart sank with the weight of his emotions. Anger boiled within him, a searing fire fueled by frustration at the cruel twist of fate that had once again torn someone he cared about from his grasp. Sadness washed over him like a tidal wave, threatening to drown him in its depths as he grappled with the overwhelming sense of loss and helplessness. The pain of past wounds reopened, a relentless reminder of the vulnerability that came with caring deeply for others. Fear gripped Ziggy's heart in its icy grasp, a cold whisper of doubt that echoed through his mind. What would become of Frank now that she was in Diego's hands? Would she be safe? Would they ever see her again?Amidst the chaos of his emotions, Ziggy felt a sense of powerlessness wash over him, leaving him stranded in a sea of uncertainty. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of determination sparked within him, a stubborn refusal to surrender to despair. With gritted teeth and clenched fists, Ziggy vowed to do whatever it took to bring Frank back home, safe and sound. Amidst Ziggy's overwhelming despair, John's voice cut through the chaos like a beacon of hope. "Ziggy, we're not giving up," he declared, his tone resolute as he stepped forward to stand beside his friend. "We'll do whatever it takes to get her back." Ziggy's gaze flickered to John, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and determination. John's words sparked a glimmer of hope within him, a reminder that he was not alone in this fight. With a solemn nod, John continued, his voice steady with conviction. "Remember when we were kids?" he said, his words carrying a weight of nostalgia and determination. "When you saved her from that bully? You were a hero then, Ziggy. And now, you have the chance to be a hero again." Ziggy's memories flooded back, a reminder of the bond he shared with Frank and the strength he had found within himself when he had stood up for her all those years ago. It was a memory that filled him with renewed determination, igniting a fire within him to fight for her once more. With John's unwavering support by his side, Ziggy felt a surge of courage coursing through his veins. He knew that they faced an uphill battle, but with their determination and solidarity, they would stop at nothing to bring Frank back home where she belonged. Diego's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and trepidation as he guided Frank towards his secluded mansion, hidden away from the prying eyes of the world. The car came to a halt with a splutter, the gas gauge hovering dangerously close to empty, leaving them stranded in the desolate landscape.

With a sense of urgency, Diego unbuckled his seatbelt and hurried to Frank's side, his eyes darting around the deserted surroundings. "We'll need to continue on foot from here," he explained, his voice betraying a hint of concern as he helped Frank out of the car. Frank's pulse quickened with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity as she followed Diego towards the looming silhouette of the mansion. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her like a shroud, but she trusted Diego implicitly, relying on his assurance that they would be safe. Diego's grip on her arm tightened slightly, a silent gesture of reassurance as they approached the grand entrance of the mansion. "Welcome home," he said softly, a note of pride in his voice as he led her inside. As they crossed the threshold, Frank's eyes widened in astonishment at the opulence that surrounded them. The mansion was a testament to Diego's wealth and influence, a hidden sanctuary that he had kept concealed from the rest of the world. In that moment, Diego felt a surge of pride swell within him as he showed Frank the true extent of his world. But amidst the luxury and grandeur, he couldn't shake the nagging sense of unease that gnawed at his conscience. He knew that by bringing Frank here, he was risking everything, but he was willing to take that chance to keep her safe, even if it meant facing the consequences alone.As Diego and Frank ventured towards the remote mansion, the rest of the gang were left in a state of uncertainty, unaware of Diego's hidden abode. John, Ziggy, and the others exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with concern for Frank's safety. With no idea of where Diego had taken her, they were left with few options but to devise a plan to find her. John took charge, his determination unwavering as he rallied the group together. "We need to find Frank," he declared, his voice filled with urgency. "We can't let Diego get away with this." Ziggy nodded in agreement, his expression grim as he considered their next move. "We'll split up and search the area," he suggested, his voice tinged with determination. "We have to find her before it's too late." With a sense of purpose, the group divided into smaller teams, each one scouring the surrounding area in search of any sign of Diego and Frank. They combed through every inch of the landscape, their determination unwavering as they refused to give up hope. Hours passed, the sun sinking low on the horizon as the group pressed on with their search. Exhausted and weary, they refused to relent, driven by the unshakeable bond they shared with Frank and their determination to bring her home safely. And as the night descended, casting a veil of darkness over the land, the group pressed on with renewed determination, refusing to rest until they had found their friend and brought her back to safety. As the night wore on, the group's search for Frank seemed to lead to dead ends at every turn. Exhausted and disheartened, they gathered together to regroup and reassess their plan.

John's brow furrowed with concern as he addressed the group. "We can't give up now," he said firmly. "We need to keep searching, no matter how long it takes."

Ziggy nodded in agreement, his jaw set in determination. "We have to cover more ground," he suggested. "Let's split up into smaller groups and expand our search radius."

With a renewed sense of purpose, the group divided once again, each team heading off into the night to scour the area for any sign of their missing friend.

Meanwhile, inside the secluded mansion, Frank's apprehension grew with each passing moment. Alone with Diego in the opulent surroundings, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her like a heavy blanket.

Diego, for his part, was torn between his desire to keep Frank safe and his mounting guilt over the situation he had put her in. As they waited in tense silence, he couldn't shake the feeling that their actions would have consequences far beyond anything they could anticipate.

And so, as the night stretched on and the tension mounted, both groups found themselves locked in a race against time. With each passing moment, the stakes grew higher, and the fate of their friend hung in the balance. As the night stretched on and exhaustion began to weigh heavily on their shoulders, the group's determination to find Frank never wavered. John, Ziggy, and the others pressed on, their search taking them deeper into the secluded landscape surrounding Diego's mansion. With each step, the darkness seemed to close in around them, the dense foliage casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. But despite the ominous surroundings, their resolve remained unshakable, fueled by the unwavering bond they shared with Frank. As they combed through the dense undergrowth, their senses heightened with anticipation, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through their veins. Each moment felt like an eternity, the minutes stretching into hours as they scoured every inch of the landscape for any sign of their missing friend. And then, just as their hope began to wane, a glimmer of light pierced the darkness, beckoning them forward like a beacon in the night. With renewed determination, they followed the faint glow, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they drew closer to their goal. As they emerged into a small clearing, their eyes widened in disbelief at the sight before them. There, standing in the center of the clearing, was Frank, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion as she rushed forward to greet them. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, Frank embraced her friends tightly, overcome with emotion at the sight of their familiar faces. For a moment, all was right with the world, and the darkness that had threatened to consume them was banished in the light of their reunion. But their moment of joy was short-lived, as Frank recounted the harrowing ordeal she had endured at Diego's hands. As she spoke, the gravity of the situation became clear, and the group realized that their battle was far from over. As the group basked in the relief of their reunion, a sudden commotion shattered the tranquility of the moment. From the shadows above, a cage descended with startling speed, enveloping Frank within its cold, metallic embrace. Shock and panic seized the group as they watched helplessly, their cries drowned out by the metallic clang of the cage's bars locking shut. Before they could fully grasp the situation, a glint of silver caught their eye as a spear hurtled towards them with deadly precision. In a split-second reaction, John and Ziggy leaped aside, narrowly avoiding the lethal projectile as it embedded itself in the ground beside them. With a swift and decisive moment, Diego emerged from the darkness, his expression dark and foreboding as he brandished another spear, its silver surface gleaming menacingly in the dim light. But before he could launch another attack, John and Ziggy sprang into action, their reflexes honed by years of friendship and adversity. With a coordinated effort, they intercepted the spear mid-flight, their hands moving with lightning speed as they seized the deadly weapon and hurled it back at Diego with all their might. But to their astonishment, Diego evaded the projectile effortlessly, his movements fluid and graceful as he sidestepped the deadly attack without breaking a sweat. The realization dawned on them that they were facing an opponent unlike any they had encountered before. Diego's skills were unmatched, his prowess in combat leaving them at a distinct disadvantage. As John stepped forward, his eyes fell upon a gleaming sword, unlike any they had encountered before. Its surface seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light, contrasting sharply with the semi-rusty weapons scattered around the mansion. Despite its modest size, there was an undeniable aura of power emanating from the sword, filling John with a sense of both awe and trepidation.

Diego's initial shock quickly gave way to a twisted grin that spread across his face like a malevolent shadow. His teeth glinted in the dim light, casting an eerie glow as he reveled in the chaos unfolding before him. It was a grin that sent a chill down John's spine, a silent warning of the danger that lurked within the depths of Diego's soul. Undeterred by Diego's menacing demeanor, John tightened his grip on the shimmering sword, his resolve unwavering as he prepared to face off against his former friend. With a silent prayer for strength and courage, he squared his shoulders and met Diego's crazed gaze head-on, ready to confront whatever darkness lay ahead.As John lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with precision, Diego seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving John momentarily bewildered. Before he could react, Diego reappeared behind him, but to John's astonishment, there were now three identical versions of him, each wearing the same twisted grin of malice. John's heart raced as he realized the gravity of the situation. Facing one opponent was challenging enough, but now he found himself outnumbered and outmatched against three versions of Diego. His mind raced with strategies, searching for any advantage he could find in the face of this unexpected turn of events. As the two additional Diego clones disappeared, one veered toward Ziggy with a menacing gleam in his eye, while the other set his sights on Frank, his movements fluid and calculated. Meanwhile, the original Diego remained focused on John, his grin widening with each passing moment.John's muscles tensed as he squared off against Diego, his grip tightening on the glowing sword he held. With a quick glance, he assessed the situation, his mind racing with possibilities as he prepared to defend himself against the onslaught of attacks sure to come from his formidable opponent. Diego's swift and calculated strikes left John reeling, his body battered and bruised from the relentless assault. With a final, decisive blow, Diego knocked John to the ground, the force of the impact sending shockwaves through his body.Gasping for breath, John lay sprawled on the floor, his vision swimming as he struggled to regain his senses. The glowing sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground beside him as he fought to push himself up, his muscles protesting with every movement. With John incapacitated, Ziggy faced Diego alone, his heart pounding with fear and determination. He glanced over at Frank, who was now unarmed and vulnerable, her eyes wide with apprehension as she watched the confrontation unfold.

Drawing upon every ounce of courage he possessed, Ziggy stepped forward to stand between Diego and Frank, his fists clenched at his sides as he prepared to defend his friend. Despite the odds stacked against him, he refused to back down, his gaze unwavering as he met Diego's cold, calculating stare.

Diego's eyes narrowed as he assessed Ziggy's resolve, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he prepared to strike. But before he could make a move, Ziggy lunged forward with surprising speed, his fists flying as he unleashed a flurry of punches aimed at Diego's chest.

Caught off guard by Ziggy's sudden attack, Diego stumbled backward, his composure momentarily shaken as he struggled to fend off Ziggy's relentless assault. With each blow, Ziggy's determination grew stronger, fueled by the fierce desire to protect his friend at any cost.

But just as it seemed that Ziggy might gain the upper hand, Diego regained his footing, his expression hardening as he countered Ziggy's attacks with swift, precise strikes of his own. The two adversaries clashed with ferocious intensity, their movements a blur of motion as they battled for supremacy.

As the fight raged on, Frank watched in horror, her heart pounding with fear for Ziggy's safety. She wanted to help, to do something to turn the tide of the battle in their favor, but she was powerless to intervene, her hands bound by the cruel twist of fate that had brought them to this moment.

With each passing moment, the stakes grew higher, and the outcome of the fight hung in the balance. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, one thing remained clear: Ziggy would stop at nothing to protect those he cared about, even if it meant facing down his greatest adversary alone. As Ziggy lay defeated at his feet, Diego turned his attention to Frank, a sinister glint in his eyes as he approached her with purpose. Frank's heart pounded with fear as she watched him draw near, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud. Diego's voice was cold and menacing as he presented Frank with an ultimatum, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You have two choices," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Marry me and live, or refuse and face the consequences." Frank's mind raced with terror as she grappled with the impossible decision before her. The thought of spending her life bound to Diego filled her with revulsion, but the alternative was almost too horrifying to contemplate. She knew that refusing him would mean certain death, but the idea of submitting to his will was equally abhorrent. Diego's voice cut through the air like a blade, his threat hanging heavy over Frank as he delivered his ultimatum. "You have ten seconds to decide," he growled, his eyes flashing with malice. "Choose wisely, or death will be imminent." Frank's heart raced with terror as the weight of Diego's words sank in. Ten seconds felt like an eternity as she grappled with the impossible choice before her. Every second that ticked by brought her closer to the brink of despair, but she refused to let fear paralyze her. In the final moments before Diego could carry out his threat, Frank found herself trapped in his clutches, her life hanging in the balance above the boiling pit. As Diego's fingers tightened around her neck, the fear in Frank's eyes mirrored the desperation of her situation. But just as Diego prepared to unleash his final act of cruelty, Ziggy leaped into action with a lightning-fast reflex. With a swift and decisive move, he seized John's sword and drove it deep into Diego's side, the blade sinking in with a sickening thud. Diego's grip loosened in shock and agony, allowing Frank to slip from his grasp. With a quick pull, Ziggy yanked her away from the edge of the pit, narrowly avoiding a deadly fate. Meanwhile, Diego stumbled backward, his eyes wide with disbelief as he teetered on the brink of the boiling abyss. In a desperate attempt to regain his balance, Diego flailed his arms wildly, but it was too late. With a final cry of anguish, he plummeted into the seething cauldron below, disappearing beneath the surface with a splash. The chamber fell silent, save for the echoing hiss of steam rising from the pit. Frank and Ziggy stood together, shaken but triumphant, as they watched Diego's demise. With his reign of terror finally ended, they shared a moment of relief, knowing that they had overcome the greatest threat they had ever faced. As they turned to leave the treacherous chamber behind, a newfound sense of hope filled their hearts. Though they had faced unimaginable danger and uncertainty, they had emerged victorious, stronger and more resilient than ever before. And as they left that horror for good they brought John to a hospital to recover. DeigoPeigo (talk) 09:53, 8 June 2024 (UTC)