super short this time, but i figured i'd torment you guys a little c:
Benny snapped his phone shut and asked Bad Cop, "You were saying something about a solution?"
Hm? Bad Cop seemed to snap out of some reverie. Oh, yes. Good and I used to do it when we were in school. It takes mutual work, but we can weaken the barrier between us just enough for whoever isn't in control to see and hear what's happening. Of course, it's not as clear as if you were the one in control, but it was helpful for sitting through lessons sometimes, instead of having to teach each other things that we were both having trouble with. There are, of course, drawbacks.
"Nothing's ever easy," Benny muttered.
Aye, Bad Cop agreed. The barrier is what separates us as individuals. If we weaken it too much, or for too long, it could get hard to tell who's who. But I think we can make it so that you've got just a bit more awareness of the outside world.
Relief and trepidation battled each other in Benny's chest. "It doesn't have to be much," he said desperately. "Just get it to be less dark."
He felt Bad Cop smile. I can do that.
Benny took Bad Cop's aviators out of his pocket and looked at them. "We've got a job to do, B," he said, and slid them on.
Bad Cop pushed the aviators up his nose, his face setting in determination. "You're darn straight, we do," he replied.
Emmet was woken by someone pounding at his door. He squinted at the clock. It was 2:30. Beside him, Wyldstyle groaned and rolled over. "Who the hell," she said, her voice raspy with sleep.
"Dunno," Emmet replied, pushing himself upright. Wyldstyle threw her arm across his waist to stop him.
"Nooo," she moaned. "You're my pillow."
"Sorry," Emmet said, prying her off him and standing up. "It might be important."
"Sleep more important," she mumbled, tugging the blankets around herself.
Emmet smiled, yawned, and shuffled out of the room. Wyldstyle was beginning to drift off again when she heard Emmet yelp, "What?"
Instantly, she was awake, leaping out of bed and bounding towards the front door. She skidded to a stop next to Emmet, and saw Detective Jenkins standing in the doorway, a worried expression on her face.
"What's going on?" Wyldstyle asked.
"The police station was attacked," Emmet said, looking at her with wide eyes. "Good Cop's been kidnapped."
"Shit," Wyldstyle said.
"Bad Cop and Benny are at the hospital with Unikitty," Jenkins added. "They wanted me to bring Emmet to them."
"I'm coming, too," Wyldstyle said automatically.
"Get some shoes on, then," Jenkins said, glancing off down the hall. "I don't think we have a lot of time."
Rawley watched as the trio climbed into the patrol car, her arms folded over the steering wheel. The boss wanted Emmet alive and in one piece, but he didn't say uninjured. She smirked, snapped her chewing gum, waited for the patrol car's engine to start. It was only a tiny bomb. No one would die.
But, hell, she loved a good light show.