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"Who's coming?" Brian demanded, his tone sharp and furious, still throwing Stiles warning glares who simply narrowed his eyes back, cupping his nose that was bleeding.
"Someone trying to kill us" she snapped back, "what more details do you want?"
Brian's brilliant blue eyes, usually so confident and sharp, became a little unnerved at her words, like he was finally realising the importance of the situation. His stare flitted past her head to the doors behind, anxiously peering through the pane of glass.
"Who?" he asked, "who is it?" rolling up his shirt sleeves, like he thought his 'machoness' would be enough to save them despite the very obvious panic he was feeling, the build-up of sweat on his brow a dead giveaway.
"What?" he demanded when they all remained quiet and looked at him in varying amounts of disbelief, "we could take him" he insisted, leaning forward and smacking Scott's bicep, "c'mon McCall, what do you say?"
Stiles snorted before Scott could even reply, rubbing his bleeding nose one last time before dropping his hand and wiping it on his shirt, his distaste for Brian growing increasingly more evident.
"Got something to say, Stilinski?"
"Nothing your little brain could comprehend"
"Seriously" she exclaimed, having to step in front of Brian and slam her hands into his chest to stop him storming forwards, "quit it"
Another growl sounded from behind them, much closer than before, that same sickly eerie feeling returning to the pit of her stomach.
"That… that doesn't sound human" Brian muttered, "what the hell is going on here? What cult like activities are you freaks involved in?"
He wasn't worth replying to, but she knew his presence could cause more harm than good, especially with the discovery of the supernatural on the brink of being uncovered by none other than cocky, arrogant, blabbermouth Brian himself. Something that definitely wouldn't end well.
She turned to Scott, still acting as a buffer between a very visibly agitated Stiles and an annoyed Brian, keeping her voice hush as she leaned towards him.
"Lure him to the basement" she whispered, "trap him in the boiler room. Trust me" she added as he looked at her in disbelief, "it might not hold him for long, but it could give us a chance to get the hell out of here"
"And what are you going to do?"
She rolled her eyes at the words about to leave her lips, knowing she would probably live to regret it.
"Babysitting duties" she muttered, "he's the one person I wouldn't trust knowing about this"
Their whispered conversation was cut off again by another snarl, only feet away on the other side of the door.
"Go" she insisted, pushing Scott down the hallway and pointing at Stiles to follow him, grabbing a fistful of Brian's tee and yanking him in the other direction, much to Stiles' confusion and annoyance.
It wasn't the most brilliant plan she had come up with, but having Brian here complicated things. If he saw the Alpha, or even suspected anything 'otherworldly' or supernatural, she wouldn't trust him to keep the secret. He was a loose wire. As laid back as she was, she had to keep the supernatural under wraps. It was in everyone's best interest.
She pulled him into the cleaning closest, yanking open the door and shoving him in before quietly pulling it shut and turning the lock. Not that a measly metal lock from target would do anything, but it was better than nothing.
He went to say something but she shushed him, the only source of light being the silvery glow of the nearly full moon shining in under the door as she looked around quickly, eyes scanning the shelves until she came across a large bottle of ammonia.
Uncapping it, she poured a line of liquid across the length of the door, hoping it would mask their scents.
"Kayla, what-"
"Shut up" she whispered, keeping a few steps back from the door as she held her hand back, placing it flat against him stomach to hold him back.
He seemed to actually listen, the only sound being his faint breathing as she cocked her head to the side, straining her ears to listen to any sounds coming from the hallway. It was faint, but she was sure she heard the double doors in the distance squeak open, gentle pads of paws begin to move towards them.
Fuck.
Ammonia would only help with their scents, not their heartbeats. They were screwed.
Unless...
She turned around to face Brian, stepping closer to him and moving her hand directly above his heart, covering it with her palm. Pressing down tightly against his taut chest, hoping to at least muffle the sounds of his heartbeat. She did the same to her own, holding her chest as she regulated her breathing, forcing herself to remain calm.
She couldn't be sure, but she thought the heavy pads of paws turned to gentle footsteps inching closer and closer to their hiding spot. Her theory only further being backed up as she turned her head slightly, glancing over her shoulder to see a smaller, more human like shadow hovering on the other side of the door.
She ignored that creepy, familiar tingle on the back of her neck, unable to look away from the black shadow that had stilled.
He knew they were there.
He knew there was just a flimsy bit of door standing between them and him.
He knew they were hiding in here, but yet, he made no move to kill them.
She watched with baited breath as the shadow, after a few tense seconds, slinked away back down the hallway, the quick footsteps turning back into heavy pads as he took off into a four legged run, the doors at the far end of the corridor being ripped from their hinges.
She let out the breath she had been holding, dropping her hand from Brian's chest. He moved around, searching for the light and pulled the string so the dim bulb overhead flickered to life.
"Not that I don't enjoy being in a closet with you, but what the hell is actually going on? The truth Kayla"
She rolled her eyes, sending him an unamused look.
"We already told you-"
"That someone is trying to kill us, yeah. I got that. Who is it? Why are they trying to kill us?"
"Have you met you" she remarked sarcastically, "that's probably why"
He sneered at her, clearly fed up with her attitude which was rich coming from him considering for the last nearly four weeks he had been overstepping boundaries and basic human decency every time they interacted.
She went to turn around but he grabbed her face, his thumb and fingers digging into her cheeks as he forced her head back to look at him, about to open his mouth and demand answers but she reached out and slapped him - hard - across the face, his grip dropping.
"Don't you dare" she warned, pointing an angry finger in his face, "no man is ever laying a hand on me like that again"
He, wisely so, didn't make a move towards her, recognising her anger.
"Then tell me what the hell is happening"
"Your guess is as good as mine" she lied smoothly, "now shut the hell up"
She turned her back on him, pressing her ear against the door to see if she could hear anything but there was just a never ending eerie silence.
"I'm going to call the police-"
"No" she whipped around quickly, smacking the phone from his hand so it clattered to the floor, "are you stupid?"
"Are you?" he demanded, "that's literally their job"
"I said no"
"What the hell is your problem?" he bent down to pick up his phone which was now broken and cracked, an angry grunt escaping his lips, "god, you're crazy"
"Maybe" she agreed shamelessly, "but the cops can't do anything"
"They have guns"
"Yeah, the great American ideology that guns solve everything" she rolled her eyes, "they don't. They won't work"
He let out a disbelieving laugh, bordering on manic.
"Guns kill people. This guy, whoever he is, can't survive bullets"
She snorted, knowing that wasn't exactly true but kept it to herself, choosing to ignore him in the small confines of the cleaning closet but it seemed he wasn't going to let the matter go, ever persistent and annoying.
This time, instead of grabbing her face, he wisely chose someplace less threatening and took ahold of her wrist, tugging her around so she faced him.
"You're lying" he accused, "you've all been lying since I met in with you. So I'll ask one more time, nicely..."
She cocked a brow at his sudden shift in tone, starting to feel a little claustrophobic with him in the small space.
"... What is actually going on?" he continued, "the truth Kayla"
"I. Don't. Know"
"Bullshit" he spat, "what the hell are you doing with McCall and Stilinski in the school?"
"I don't have to answer that"
"Who is out there trying to kill us?"
"No comment"
He was getting angry, towering over her as he forced her back against the door, his stare filled with boiling rage and frustration, the flats of his palms resting on the wood on either side of her head like he was trying to intimidate her.
Little did he know, she didn't scare so easily. Brian Murdock was nothing compared to what she had been faced with.
"If your lying gets me killed..." he warned lowly, "I will make sure you all die with me, understand?"
She tilted her head up, barely flinching at his intense gaze.
"Is this toxic masculinity stunt done yet, or do you want to practice it a little bit more?" she mocked, much to his outrage, "no? Good" she pushed him back so he fell backwards a couple steps, "now back off"
He was raging, she could tell, but she didn't care, keeping one eye on him as - right now - he was unpredictable and the other on the door, watching and listening for any shadows.
A few minutes went by and nothing, the corridor seeming empty. She was almost getting ready to just go out anyway, track down Scott and Stiles to make sure they were okay when she heard the faint sound of thundering footsteps coming closer.
Thinking the worst, she stepped back from the door, wondering if it was the Alpha deciding to finish the job. She grabbed a nearby mop, snapping it in half against her raised knee so it splintered in half. Choosing the sharpest side, she raised it in front of her - a half assed weapon, but it was better than nothing.
To her surprise - and relief - the person that opened the closet door wasn't the Alpha, but in fact just Scott. Scott who nearly got impaled on the end of the broken mop if it wasn't for his quick reflexes, grabbing the end of it with two hands and stopping it just inches away from his chest.
"Oh" she murmured in surprise, Scott's shocked gaze holding her own, "shit. Sorry. My bad"
She dropped the wooden cylinder stick so it clattered to the floor, noticing how both Scott and Stiles behind him were looking increasingly worried.
"What? What is it?"
"Allison's here" Scott exclaimed, "and Lydia and Jackson"
"What?" she muttered, totally astonished at that revelation as she stepped from the closet, "where?"
"We're meeting them in the lobby" Scott gulped, his cautious gaze trailing to Brian who followed her from the closet, "um... it didn't work. He got out"
"And this mysterious person is...?" Brian interjected but they all ignored him, his frustration levels building.
"We gotta go" she muttered, suddenly feeling very exposed yet again, all huddled in the middle of the corridor. Easy pickings for the Alpha, if he wanted.
They quickly made their way to the lobby, pushing their way through the double doors just as Allison came through the door on the other side, sending them all an equally confused look that they sent her.
"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott asked Allison desperately, rushing up to her as Stiles and Kaya held back, letting them have their little 'couple moment', Brian holding back and sending them suspicious glances.
"Because you asked me to" Allison replied in a bewildered tone.
"I asked you to?" Scott questioned, dumbfounded, his expression twisting into a fearful look as Allison held up her phone to show him the text that was - supposedly - from him, inviting her to the school.
"It's initiation" Kayla whispered, keeping her voice lowered so the only person that could hear was Stiles standing just a foot to the other side of her, "he wants to make Scott kill us before joining him. It shows loyalty"
She tried to keep her expression steely and unwavering, watching as Scott and Allison spoke but she could feel Stiles' worried stare hovering on her face and, finally, gave in and turned to him, surprised to see him watching her so intensely.
"So on a scale of 1 to 10, how screwed are we exactly?"
She shrugged, trying to remain lighthearted.
"I'd say a solid 8. 8.5 maybe"
"Reassuring, thanks"
"No point in being an optimist" she smirked, "you just get disappointed. Expect death, and you can't really be all that surprised if it happens"
"Jeez" Stiles snorted, "and here I thought I was a glass half empty kinda guy"
"Nah, I take gold in that category unfortunately Stilinski. Try again later"
He snickered under his breath, their somewhat easy going conversation getting interrupted by the doors opening and Lydia, followed by Jackson, appearing. The latter looking considerably freaked the fuck out.
"Finally... can we go now?" Lydia sighed, followed by an eye roll, giving Kayla a confused glance as she spotted her, obviously wondering why the hell she was here too.
"Someone with common sense" Brian exclaimed, grabbing Jackson's attention who looked at his friend in wondering, "dude, seriously, these guys are fucked up in the head. I don't know if they're apart of a cult or trying to summon the devil, but we gotta dip, like, yesterday"
She rolled her eyes at his ridiculousness, wishing she had just kneed him in his junk before but, before she could say anything, the creaking and breaking of the ceiling tiles above made them all glance up cautiously.
This night was just turning out better and better, huh?
Her friends just stood there, various levels of shock and fear plastered on their faces.
"Now would be a great time to get the hell outta here" Kayla spoke up, pointing her thumb behind her but none of her friends were paying attention, too busy staring at the ceiling in a look between fascination and complete and utter terror, "seriously guys... Now!"
Her insistent snap made them all begin running and just in time too as the ceiling collapsed above where they had all just been standing.
She kept behind them, urging them on, Scott leading the way. She wasn't going to let any stragglers fall prey to the Alpha, his heavy paws thundering just feet behind them, his sharp teeth snapping at the backs of their ankles. She was grabbing a hold of Lydia, pushing her forward as the redhead shrieked in fear.
Suddenly though, she felt a tug in her mind, just like before. As if she was getting pulled from her body in a completely different direction.
She stumbled, almost losing her footing as she felt the full force of the Alpha intruding in her mind. The same complete and utter rage erupted inside her chest and her whole body came alive, her muscles taut and shaking with fury.
They all need to die, she thought, especially that hunter girlfriend, and maybe that stupid best friend too.
She shook herself from those poisonous thoughts, tuning into Stiles' desperate shouts of encouragement for them to run.
She didn't know what it was about Stiles that brought her back but, whatever it was, it grounded her. Kept her level headed. Stopped her from completely losing all free will and sliding that slippery slope of losing control.
She kept a tight grip of Lydia, forcing her friend to keep up with her as she followed her friends into the empty canteen which, unfortunately for them, was the worst place they could have chosen.
"Shit" she muttered, walking towards the large windows that covered the full length and breadth of the cafeteria - effectively making them sitting ducks.
Stiles seemed to have the same thought as her, looking at the windows in panic before meeting her stare, both thinking the same thing: 'we're screwed'.
The sound of metal bolts locking the doors and scrapes of chairs sitting atop one another being pushed to barricade themselves in wasn't exactly subtle, Scott Brian and Jackson blocking off the doors.
Despite Stiles trying to grab their attention, no one was listening. Too panicked and scared to listen to reason. His words falling on deaf ears. Lydia, scared and shaking, curled into her side, wrapping herself around her arm and Kayla just led her away from the windows, not wanting her new found friend to be an easy target.
"Hello!" Stiles shouted above the chaos, finally drawing everyone's attention to him, "okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?"
"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why" Allison demanded, a small shake in her voice, "Scott?"
Scott didn't answer, the poor boy looking to be on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Kayla?" Allison begged, turning her big doe eyes to her, "what's happening?"
In this second, she felt bad for lying. She had always kept the supernatural a secret because she had to, no matter the consequences, but tonight felt different. Tonight it felt like they should know.
"Don't bother" Brian scoffed before she could say anything, "they'll just lie"
She shot him a deathly glare, "shut your mouth"
"Then who sent me the text from your phone?" he continued, clearly not letting the matter drop, "if it wasn't you, that is"
"I don't know" she snarled, technically not lying - they didn't know who the Alpha was.
"Wait... you got a text too?" Allison asked, turning to Brian, "to come to the school?"
"Yeah" he nodded, "I would show you but someone-" he rolled his eyes, "-broke my phone"
"You're lucky I didn't break your goddamn face"
"What's going on?" Allison nearly sobbed, "please? Anyone?"
Before she was forced to lie, Scott turned around to face the group.
"Somebody killed the janitor"
"What?" Lydia whimpered, clinging to Kayla a little harder, "the janitor?"
"Yeah" Stiles sighed, "the janitor's dead"
"Is this a joke?" Allison asked in disbelief.
"No" she shook her head, "he's dead. And we're next"
"Who killed him?"
"No, no, no, no" Lydia chanted, "this was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed -
"No, don't you get it?" Jackson interrupted harshly, "there wasn't a mountain lion. There never was"
"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening? Scott!"
Scott was getting flustered, she could tell. He was visibly shaken and overwhelmed, his usual kind expression twisted into stress and anxiety.
"I - I don't know. I - I just - If-if we go out there, he's gonna kill us"
"Us? He's gonna kill us?"
"He's already tried" Brian nodded, "I saw him"
"What did you see?" she demanded, turning to face him.
Brian just smirked, like he was happy he was getting under her skin.
"Something not human" he stated, his statement leaving an eerie silence in the room, "whatever that thing was... it wasn't human and you three-" he pointed between her, Stiles and Scott, "-are covering it up"
"Don't be so ridiculous" she scoffed, "what the hell have you smoked tonight?"
"Nothing strong enough to make me see that" he exclaimed, "whatever it is... it growls. And walks on four legs"
"That's quite the imagination you have there" she mocked, ignoring Scott and Stiles' nervous tics, "maybe you should channel it for English class"
"No... he's right" Jackson gulped, "I... I saw something like that as well"
"Then you need to lay off the pot too"
"Like I take that stuff" Jackson sneered at her, "we're not all you"
"Clearly" she stated, "unlike you, I have balls. Your pansy ass couldn't even say boo to a fucking goose"
"Okay" Stiles interrupted, stepping in front of her and gently pulling her back before Jackson could get up in her face, "maybe now isn't the time, huh?"
"Is someone going to tell us who is in here with us?" Allison shrieked, clearly having enough of the back and forth, "who is it?"
She was still quietly fuming, the only thing holding her back was Stiles keeping himself positioned half in front of her, like he was shielding her from Brian and Jackson's line of sight.
No one said a word. The silence eating up the tension in the room. She thought they agreed to stay quiet, to not give anything away - hell, even play dumb - but apparently that wasn't the case.
Scott sighed, shaking his head like he was about to regret what he was going to say before facing Allison.
"It's... It's Derek" he mumbled, the sound of her cousins name leaving his lips in that accusatory tone making her snap her head up in shock, "Derek Hale"
Stiles must've sensed her annoyance because he quickly held an arm out, holding it across her body to stop her from stepping towards Scott but she was in too much of a shock to move, a betrayed expesssion crossing her face.
"What?" she asked, "no it isn't"
Scott looked at her in pity, but his eyes also held something else - a message, like he was trying to get her to understand his reasonings for pinning multiple murders on her cousin.
"It is" Scott gulped, "I saw him. His car is here"
"Scott-"
"Derek killed the janitor" he continued, "and he killed the others. Starting with his own sister"
She saw red.
Except this time, the rage belonged solely to her. No Alphas influence in sight.
She was a very reactive person - she acted before thinking, allowing her emotions to cloud her judgement and common sense. Something that was happening right now. She didn't even want to entertain why the hell Scott said what he said, all she knew was she was furious he dared to accuse Derek of something so sinister.
If it wasn't for Stiles quickly grabbing her, she would've lunged at Scott and probably torn his eyes out.
How dare he?!
The nerve - the audacity - the complete lack of tact to even bring Laura's name into whatever crappy lie he was trying to spin was a new low she didn't think he was capable of.
Scott scampered back a couple of steps, seeming shocked at the intensity of her outburst but not all that surprised by her reaction, sharing a nervous look with Stiles that was holding her around the waist.
"You take that back" she screamed, "take it back. Derek would never hurt Laura"
Scott didn't say anything, but his eyes did hold remorse and a plead to understand where he was coming from - well tough luck. She didn't.
"I knew it" Brian interrupted, "see? Hot girls - psycho. Of course your cousin has gone off the deep end. He watched his freak family burn alive. I suppose you're next"
Suddenly, she wasn't mad at Scott anymore.
She elbowed out of Stiles' grasp, grabbing fistfuls of Brian's shirt and pushing him back against the stacks of chairs barricading the door, pinning him painfully against them.
"Yeah? You want to say that to my face?" she demanded, pulling him forward only to forcefully slam him backwards again, "you want to be that goddamn disrespectful when we all know I can beat your ass into the next century you-"
"Okay, whoa" Stiles exclaimed, coming up next to her, "as much as I would love to see that, we need to be quiet. We need to be quiet" he emphasised, gently tugging on her arm, "c'mon. Let's go cool down"
She let him pull her away and towards the windows, but she didn't fail to notice the wary looks from her friends. As if she now was the enemy.
"You good?" Stiles whispered, leaning down towards her as she rested her palms on the window legde, taking deep breaths to regulate her breathing and her anger.
"Did you know he was going to say that?" she demanded, throwing him a furious stare.
"No. No" he shook his head, throwing his hands up, "trust me, I was just as shocked as you were"
"But you don't care right?" she scoffed, ignoring her friends hushed voices from behind, "blaming Derek gets rid of Derek and that's exactly what you want"
"Could I do with a little less sour wolf in my life? Sure" Stiles shrugged, "do I care for the guy? Absolutely not. But I care about you and you care about Derek so..."
She glanced at him from the corner of her eye and, surr enough, he seemed sincere. Or at least, sincere enough that she believed him.
"Scott's fucked up. Big time"
"Not unless he is, well... y'know..."
"He's not dead" she said through gritted teeth, "I told you, I felt a pulse"
"You felt a pulse two hours ago" Stiles said gently, "without medical care-"
She turned her head away from him, letting him know the conversation was over. Wisely, he picked up on that and stopped talking. After a few seconds, he went back to their friends to try and be the voice of reason - to convince their clueless friends why phoning the police was a stupid thing to do - but not before squeezing her shoulder as he left. Like a friendly gesture of solidarity.
The bickering behind her intensified but she ignored it as best she could, focusing on getting her own emotions in check but only when she heard a loud smack did she turn around to see Jackson sprawled out on the floor and an agitated Stiles holding his fist.
Gee - about time.
She hid her smirk, watching as Stiles gave in and called his dad but unfortunately - or fortunately, in their case - he didn't answer.
"Dad, hey, it's me... andddd it's your voice mail. Look, I need you to call me back now"
The barricaded double doors suddenly shook, like something heavy had slammed against it.
"Uh... like, right now. We're at the school. Dad, we're at the school"
The banging intensified, the stacked chairs beginning to shake and tumble to the floor.
"Oh my god" Lydia whispered, "this cannot be happening... oh my god"
"Those hinges aren't going to hold long" she warned, "plan?"
"Tell uour psychopathic cousin to stop" Brian exclaimed, "right now"
"I told you, it isn't-"
"The kitchen" Stiles interrupted, pointing to the door at the far end of the canteen, "the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell"
"Which only goes up"
"Yeah, well-" Stiles shrugged, making his way quickly towards the door just as another loud bang erupted from behind them, "-up is better than here. Let's move"
They didn't really have a choice. Not if they wanted to survive.
The sound of the doors behind them beginning to splinter made everyone move quickly, rushing towards the kitchen and filtering through but she was last and, just as she reached the door, it suddenly got slammed in her face.
She looked up through the small circular window to see Brian peering at her through the pane of glass, his eyes holding no remorse as he clicked the lock into place.
"I'm not dying because of your messed up family" he said, his voice muffled through the door as she rattled the handle but it wouldn't budge, "you can understand, right?"
She shook the handle again before desperately trying to pull at it but the door was tightly locked shut and she knew she wouldn't have time to bust it open, the doors behind her on the verge of opening.
"You asshole" she exclaimed, "open the fucking door"
"Good luck" he said, dipping out from sight and following the others, leaving her stranded and alone just as the double doors caved in and the makeshift barricade of tables and chairs suddenly got pushed aside.
She quickly turned around, pressing her back against the locked door as she continued to fiddle with it, trying to figure out if there was a way to unlock it as she came face to face - again - with the Alpha.
Despite the distance between them, he was still intimidating and petrifying. Standing even taller, it seemed, the thick coat of dark hair covering bulging muscles and eyes as red as blood.
The Alpha swiped out at the chairs and tables, breaking and casting them aside like they were dolls furniture - now nothing was in their way. Just fifty feet of empty floor space between them.
She was well and truly screwed.
And no. That wasn't her being a pessimist. She was a realist. The reality of the situation was it was highly unlikely she could get out of this alive.
To her surprise though, the Alpha made no move towards her. He remained, standing on his back legs as he breathed heavily, watching her closely. His stare reigniting that tingle down the back of her neck.
She looked around, but quickly realised there was only one viable exit and the Alpha was covering it.
She glanced around again and this time noticed a small vent hatch in the ceiling to her right, just above the culvert cabinet.
Maybe...?
The Alpha, maybe sensing her escape strategy, made a move forward, falling gracefully onto all fours.
If she was to do this, she had seconds.
It was her only chance.
She sprinted to the left, jumping atop the shelf of the cabinet before pulling herself on top of it, using her elbow to pop the vent cover off so it clattered below. By now, the Alpha had closed the distance immensely - one more leap and he would be crashing into her.
She scrambled upwards and into the confined metal space, pulling herself through the small hole but her left ankle was left dangling out, like a piece of meat in a lions cage, and claws tore their way across her bare skin, ripping her shoe from her foot.
The sudden burning pain made her scream, the sound echoing down the metal chamber as she pushed herself back, her ankle limp and bloody as she scrambled away from the small vent opening, leaving the Alpha to roar in frustration having lost his prize.
a/n) oooooh I love this episode haha and look at the changes yay BRIAN IS SUCK A DICK. Like wow. But it's so fun to write haha I hope you really are enjoying this and sorry for the wait, life got busy. I hope you're all still reading and your reviews would be amazing thank you :) ALSO STAYLA NEXT CHAPTER IN SOME CAPACITY AKA DISCUSSINF FEELINGS EEEEEEK Y'all excited? Lol