Happiness in Havoc

*Frank*

Mikey reaches down to help me stand up, and I take the offer, grabbing his hands. Surprisingly, he lifts me right up. Damn he's stronger than he looks.
"Okay let's go." Mikey states, heading in the same direction the car was going.
"Wait wait wait wait wait, wait, wait, wait... that's the direction the guys were taking us to get us killed! Why are we going that direction?" I questioned.
"This is also they way the killjoys are." Mikey says blatantly, and continues to walk.
"Isn't being a killjoy a bad thing though?"
"Not when you're in the desert."
"Wait wait wait. Mikey, I'm still confused."
"You'll see when we get there." He answered, still not turning around to face me.
I stand there for a minute, trying to figure out everything that's happening right about now, before realizing that I should probably catch up to Mikey and jogging until I'm next to him.
After about an hour of silently walking down the middle of an empty road in the desert, Mikey veers off of the road and goes right into the sand.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
"The killjoy lair." He answers simply continuing on his path, without even taking a glance at me.
"Oh, sure." I reply.
"Actually," Mikey snaps, finally turning around to face me. "yes we fucking are. There really is a group of killjoys out here in the desert. They're going to fucking help us get our asses out of here and onto safe land."
I can't even respond to Mikey's sudden outburst, especially since it was so sudden and he'd been so nonchalant this whole time. All I really can do is mutter "Oh." and look down at the ground.
"Look man, I'm sorry," Mikey says after a small moment of silence, "but you couldn't even remember your name yesterday, and so I feel as though you have no place here to be criticizing the survival skills I've been using for years against these people thank-you-very-much."
"No, I mean I'm sorry too, it just all seems too surreal to me right now, and I still don't really understand what's going on completely."
"Okay okay. Let;s get done with all of this soppy 'I'm sorry' stuff and move on. The sooner we're at the hideout the better."
"Kay." I answer.
And so we continue silently off road in the desert until we reach a big stone canyon type thing. I couldn't really tell what it was, but all I knew was without hesitation, Mikey jumps right into it.
"No!" I shout, trying to reach for him, but peering over the edge, I see he's perfectly fine laughing his ass off at me from a small ledge right below me. "Don't fucking scare me like that!" I say, hopping down to meet him.
"Yeah whatever." He says, calming down from his laughing.
Next thing I know, Mikey is beating at the wall of the canyon with a rock he picked up off of the ground. All I can do is stand there speechless for what he's doing. A big chunk of rock eventually falls off of the wall though, and behind it is some sort of button. Mikey just pushes the button and says his name, and all of the rock in front of the ledge lifts inside the other rock in the canyon and he steps, yet again, nonchalantly, into the new metal hallway that has been revealed.
"Yo! Ray!" He calls out into the hall as he walks. I could barely bring myself to move to catch up to him from all of the surprise, but eventually I do, just in time to see some guy with really freaking big hair step out from around the corner.
"Sup Mikes!" The guy calls, going into a jog to run down and envelope Mikey into a big hug. He eventually sees me and looks at Mikes saying "New recruit? He looks muscular, and could probably squeeze through small places. Nice! Thanks dude!" and eventually he actually addresses me going "I'm Ray. Who are you?"
"No no no. Ray you don't understand. This is Frank. We got him." Mikey cuts in.
"Shit." Is all Ray says, running over to the wall of the hallway we're in, and lifting up a panel to reveal a button which he pushes, closing the door to the outside. "Come on." He says, looking at me, and breaking into a fast, jog, thing, down the hall.
Eventually, after going through many, many twists and turns of the hallway, we reach a big open room with a conference table and probably about twenty chairs, give or take. Ray walks over to a wall, completely unfazed bu all the running we just did, and pushes yet another button, which seems to do nothing.
"Have a seat." He says, plopping into a chair himself.
People start flooding through the door and going to take a seat, so of course I do to, until all of the chairs are filled. All but the one at the head. Ray gets up from his chair, which soon becomes Mikey's spot, and takes the spot at the front of the table.
"Okay guys." He says, addressing the group, "We've got a problem."

Notes

So Ray is the leader of the Fabulous Killjoys, but what's the problem here?
Til next time.
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