Echoes of Redemption

Ch. 9 - College Friends, Smashed Things

After a lengthy discussion about HIM and the troubling pasts of the former villains, the girls, and Professor Utonium, the air was thick with lingering thoughts and unresolved questions. It was clear that everyone had their own version of the truth, and the journey toward understanding HIM's influence and the aftermath was far from over. Just as the conversation seemed to hit a pause, a sudden ring at the doorbell broke the tension.

Ace, who had been leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow at the sound. "Who's that?" he muttered under his breath, glancing around the room.

Professor Utonium stood up, his expression slightly puzzled but calm. "I'll get it," he said, and made his way to the door. As he opened it, he was met with the unexpected sight of three young men standing on the doorstep.

There they were: Jojo's college friends.

Donovan stood at the front, his fair skin contrasted against his messy brown broccoli-like haircut, giving him an almost unbothered, carefree appearance. He was dressed casually in a gray hooded sweatshirt that bore the words "Virginia Tech" on the front, paired with AE EasyFlex Loose Jeans from American Eagle and tan Birkenstock clogs that seemed to scream 'comfort over style,' yet he somehow wore it all effortlessly.

Behind him stood Noah, with his fair skin and messy dirty blonde hair. His style was more vintage, his burgundy "Virginia Tech" sweatshirt looking as though it had been passed down through generations, the soft fabric worn in all the right ways. His Original Use Light Wash Baggy Fit Jeans completed his laid-back look, and white Nike Air Force 1 sneakers added a crisp touch. Not to mention the Apple AirPods nestled in his ears, cutting him off from the outside world as if he were perpetually plugged into something else.

And finally, Collin, who had an Asian descent, stood slightly to the side. His deep navy blue hooded sweatshirt clashed lightly with his olive green Gymshark Arrival 5" Shorts, though his Shadow Navy/Shadow Navy/Grey Two Adidas Ultraboost 1.0 Sneakers were sharp and undeniably stylish. His gaze was earnest, and he was clearly the quiet type, the observer of the trio.

Noah, ever the spokesperson of the group, was the first to speak. His voice was calm but laced with concern. "Mr. Utonium, we're here for Jojo. We saw the disturbing video…the one the devil created. We couldn't just sit back after watching it. It was too much," Noah explained, his eyes flicking nervously between the professor and the people gathered in the room. "We saw it and drove here from Bethesda, Maryland... We're here to help him. Jojo's our friend."

Professor Utonium blinked in surprise, then nodded, as if processing the gravity of the situation. "You've seen the video...?" His voice softened, but there was an edge of concern. "I'm glad you're here. Jojo's been through a lot, and we need all the support we can get."

Ace leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Wait, hold on a second. You guys drove all the way from Bethesda just to help Jojo?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and admiration. "That's... that's some serious loyalty."

Donovan shifted his weight and chuckled, scratching his head nervously. "Yeah, well, we figured it was important to check on him after seeing that footage. We've been through a lot together, and... well, seeing Jojo like that? It just didn't sit right with us. We had to come."

Professor Utonium gestured for them to enter. "Come in, all of you. Jojo's inside. I think he'd appreciate seeing some familiar faces." He led them into the living room, where the group of former villains, the girls, and Jojo himself were gathered.

As Donovan, Noah, and Collin entered, they looked around, taking in the unusual sight of the room filled with people who were clearly trying to move past their darker selves. It felt like a different world than the one they'd known at college with Jojo. The tension in the air was palpable, but the warmth in Jojo's eyes when he saw his friends lightened the mood ever so slightly.

Noah stepped forward, his voice gentle as he addressed Jojo. "Hey my little buddy, we saw the video. Are you okay? Do you... need to talk about it?"

Jojo, still processing everything, met their gazes, his thumb briefly back in his mouth as he looked unsure. It was clear that the video had shaken him, but hearing his friends' concern seemed to provide him a sense of comfort. It was a small step, but a step nonetheless.

Professor Utonium placed a reassuring hand on Jojo's shoulder. "They're here because they care about you, Jojo. Let them help, if you're ready."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, each person contemplating the impact of the moment. Donovan, Noah, and Collin didn't need to say more. They had already made their stance clear—they were here for Jojo, no matter what.

It was a moment of connection, of support that went beyond what they all thought was possible. They weren't just confronting the darkness of Jojo's past—they were trying to find a way forward, together.

Professor Utonium stood in the center of the room, his gaze sweeping over the group of former villains, girls, and others. He turned to Jojo's friends standing by the door.

"Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to some of Jojo's closest friends—people who have been there for him in ways that only they can understand," he said, gesturing toward the trio standing together.

Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, Claire, Amanda, Ace, Snake, and Arturo watched the new arrivals with curiosity, their attention drawn to the group of young men.

Noah was the first to speak. "My name is Noah Oakton. I've known Jojo since we were both freshmen. We met during orientation, and it didn't take long for us to become close friends. He's been a constant in my life ever since. We both major in Bioengineering, and honestly, Jojo's personality is what makes him stand out. He's someone you can always count on, no matter what."

Donovan smiled, his arms casually crossed. "I'm Donovan Gillion. Jojo's a good friend. We've been through a lot together, and we've got that unspoken understanding. We both study Bioengineering, and we've taken plenty of the same classes. Jojo's one of the most genuine people I know, and he's always there to help when needed."

Collin stood beside Donovan, speaking next with a calm, collected tone. "I'm Collin Keane, Ms. Keane's son. Jojo and I are close friends, too. We have a shared love for solving math problems and playing chess—those quiet, intense moments where we just focus on the task at hand. Like Donovan and Noah, I'm also studying Bioengineering, and Jojo's been someone I respect a lot. We push each other to do better."

Professor Utonium nodded, watching Jojo's friends with appreciation. "Thank you all for being here. Jojo's been through some difficult times recently, and it's clear to me that you've all had a significant impact on his life."

Jojo, still a bit withdrawn, looked up at his friends. His thumb was still in his mouth, a subtle sign of his ongoing inner turmoil, but the sight of his friends—the ones who had known him before all of this chaos—seemed to provide some small comfort. A sense of warmth crept over him as he realized just how much they cared.

Blossom leaned over to Buttercup and whispered, "It's good to see Jojo surrounded by people who genuinely care about him. He's not as alone as he might think."

Bubbles nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I can see that. These guys are like his family in a way, aren't they?"

Meanwhile, Ace couldn't help but observe the group. "They've got a good bond," he said. "It's nice to see."

The room filled with a slightly lighter atmosphere as Jojo's friends continued to speak, catching up with one another, sharing stories of their time together at college. It wasn't just the academic connections that had brought them together; it was the shared experiences, the support through personal hardships, and the understanding of each other's struggles.

Jojo's eyes softened as he listened to them talk. There was no denying it—he had a place with these people. They had come from Bethesda, Maryland, just to make sure he was okay, after seeing that disturbing video created by HIM. They weren't just friends—they were his safety net, his reminder that no matter what happened in the future, he had people who believed in him and who would stick by his side.

Professor Utonium, watching Jojo's reaction, knew that this was a moment of healing, one of many that would need to happen in order for Jojo to overcome the past. But seeing his friends there, offering both space and support, gave him hope that maybe—just maybe—Jojo's journey could take a turn for the better.

Jojo's thumb slowly left his mouth as he began to sit up straighter, his shoulders relaxing. He wasn't quite ready to speak, but the quiet presence of his friends spoke louder than words.

Noah, still standing by the door with a serious expression, broke the silence. "I've been thinking about something that could help Jojo," he said, glancing at the group. "We can take him to the Lose It Rage Room in Woodbridge, Virginia tonight. It's a place where people can vent their anger in a controlled environment—smash things, break stuff, whatever helps release all that pent-up frustration."

Donovan nodded thoughtfully. "I've heard about it. It's a safe place to let off steam, right? It could be a good way for Jojo to channel all the anger and confusion he's been carrying around."

Collin added, "Yeah, sometimes physical release is the only way to truly process what you're feeling inside. If we all go together, it might make it less intimidating for him. Plus, it could help him clear his mind."

Jojo shifted slightly at the mention of the idea, his thumb still hovering near his lips, but a faint glimmer of curiosity flashed across his face.

Professor Utonium looked around the room at the concerned faces. "It's an interesting suggestion, Noah. Sometimes, physical outlets can be a healthy way to cope with deep emotions. If Jojo feels comfortable with it, it could be an opportunity for him to release some of his frustration."

Ace spoke up next, his tone more casual, but supportive. "Could be a good idea. Sometimes, smashing things is just what you need to feel lighter. If Jojo's up for it, I'm all in."

Bubbles smiled at the idea. "It sounds fun! Plus, it might help Jojo feel more in control of his emotions for once."

Blossom, always thoughtful, nodded. "It could give Jojo the space he needs to process his feelings in a non-threatening way, without the pressure of talking too much about it."

Jojo looked at his friends, his expression still uncertain, but there was a flicker of hope in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, doing something physical would help him work through everything he had been bottling up.

Noah continued, "We could all go together, make it a group thing. No judgment, just a chance to let loose. It could be exactly what Jojo needs right now."

Jojo slowly nodded, a faint but grateful smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't a solution to everything, but it was a step forward—a chance to break free from the heaviness he had been carrying for so long.

Professor Utonium turned to the others, his expression softening. "It's decided then. If Jojo's open to it, we'll head to the Rage Room tonight. Sometimes, taking a step out of the usual environment and doing something unexpected can be the first step toward healing."

As the group gathered around Jojo, he felt a sense of relief that, for the first time in a while, he didn't have to face things alone. His friends, both old and new, had his back. And maybe, just maybe, this would help him find a little peace amidst all the chaos.

Donovan asked with a playful grin, "Jojo, are you interested in going to the Rage Room? We'll buy you Chick-fil-A afterward!"

Jojo blinked, his interest piqued at the mention of Chick-fil-A. He loved their chicken nuggets, especially with the barbecue sauce. The idea of smashing things and then enjoying a meal afterward felt oddly comforting. But then a thought crossed his mind, and he looked up at Donovan with a concerned expression.

"Chick-fil-A?" Jojo asked.

Noah quickly chimed in, "Don't worry, Jojo. It's your favorite fast food restaurant We know what you like." He gave a reassuring nod, trying to make Jojo feel more comfortable.

Donovan smiled and added, "Yeah, we'll make sure you get your nuggets or whatever you want."

Jojo's lips curled into a small smile, his thumb still nestled in his mouth as he processed the offer. The thought of a Rage Room, followed by a Chick-fil-A meal without any heat, sounded like a great escape from the tension he'd been feeling. It wasn't a long-term fix, but it could be a good distraction for the time being.

"Okay…, and I'm in," Jojo said softly, finally breaking into a genuine smile.

The group grinned, visibly relieved that Jojo seemed to be warming up to the idea. Bubbles was the first to cheer, "Yay! Smash things and eat chicken? It sounds like the perfect plan!"

Jojo's friends were thrilled to see him more engaged, and with the plan in motion, it seemed like just the kind of break Jojo needed. As they all got ready to leave, Jojo couldn't help but feel a little lighter. Maybe, just maybe, the night would help him start to find some peace.

Collin looked over at Snake, Arturo, Claire, and Amanda, his expression serious but inviting. "Hey, what do you all think?" he asked. "If you join us tonight, it might help you too. The Rage Room is a good way to release some of that built-up tension. Plus, it could be a fun way to bond, you know? No pressure, but it might help you feel better."

Snake raised an eyebrow, glancing at Arturo before answering. "I don't know about smashing stuff, but… I guess it could be interesting. Couldn't hurt to try, right?"

Arturo nodded slowly, clearly considering the idea. "Yeah, I think I'm up for it. Sometimes you just need to break things to feel a little more… in control." He gave a half-smile, adding, "And I'm all in for the food afterward."

Claire looked over at Amanda, then back to Collin. "I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, "but… maybe it could help. I mean, we're all going through a lot, right?"

Amanda crossed her arms but seemed intrigued. "I'm not exactly sure what to expect, but… I'll give it a shot. Can't be worse than sitting around thinking about everything." She gave a small shrug, then added with a smirk, "And if I get to throw stuff, it might actually be a little fun."

Jojo's eyes brightened a little as he watched the group, feeling reassured by their willingness to join in. It was clear to him that they all needed something to release their frustrations, and this could be a step toward feeling better.

"Alright then, looks like we're all in," Collin said, clapping his hands together. "We'll make it a group thing. Smash some stuff, grab some food, and just let it all out for a while. It might not solve everything, but it'll be a start."

As the group nodded in agreement, Jojo felt a sense of relief wash over him. For once, it felt like everyone was truly looking out for each other—not just trying to fix things, but understanding that sometimes, a little release was all they needed to begin healing.

Outside the Utonium household, the group of former villains and Jojo's college friends gathered, all dressed and ready for the trip to the Rage Room in Woodbridge, Virginia. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of anticipation, each person silently bracing themselves for the release that was coming.

Claire stood a little apart from the group, adjusting her simple yet stylish outfit: a crisp white t-shirt tucked into black straight-leg jeans, paired with a black quilted jacket for warmth. Her white-and-black Nike Blazer Low Platform sneakers added a modern touch to her casual look. She shifted from foot to foot, clearly still trying to process the weight of everything that had been said earlier.

Amanda was next, looking casual but with an air of quiet confidence. She wore a navy-blue Villanova University Crewneck Sweatshirt, a nod to her alma mater, and medium wash Curve Love Ultra High Rise 90s Straight Jeans from Abercrombie & Fitch. Her white Converse sneakers were worn but still clean, and she tugged the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands as she watched the others, her face serious but ready.

Ace, ever the laid-back member of the group, was dressed in a black hooded sweatshirt from the "Gorillaz Tour 2024," his usual light wash slim jeans, and his old but trusty Vans Old Skool sneakers. The faded logo of the band on his hoodie and the worn-down feel of his shoes made him seem like he had no interest in impressing anyone—but his eyes were focused, indicating his internal battle.

Arturo, looking a little more put together than usual, wore a sleek black tee under a black Nike zippered jacket. His blue jeans were well-fitted, and he had on white-and-black Nike Air Force 1 sneakers that seemed to give him an air of understated confidence. He stood with his arms crossed, taking in the group as he adjusted to the fact that they were all about to do something totally outside their usual comfort zones.

Snake looked effortlessly cool in his black hooded sweatshirt, grey BDG Baggy Skate Fit Jeans, and black Vans SK8-Hi sneakers. A cream canvas tote bag slung over his shoulder bore the repeated phrase "Stanford, Stanford, Stanford, Stanford" in bold, stylized letters. It was a quirky touch, but Snake didn't seem the type to shy away from a bit of self-expression, even in moments like this.

Finally, Jojo stood in his usual quiet way, the absence of his helmet—usually his symbol of protection—striking. He wore a charcoal gray "Virginia Tech" hooded sweatshirt and black Nike sweatpants. His White/Black Nike Blazer Mid '77 Sneakers were pristine, but what drew attention was the vulnerability in his appearance. Without his helmet, the reality of his condition was visible to all: his brain exposed, a reminder of the challenges he faced every day. Slung over his shoulder was a navy-blue The North Face backpack, a familiar comfort for Jojo, perhaps symbolizing a small connection to normalcy. Despite his exposed vulnerability, there was something almost peaceful about the way he stood, as if he were prepared to take whatever came next.

As the group looked each other over, the silence between them was filled with a shared understanding. Tonight wasn't just about smashing things—it was about letting go, about confronting the emotional weight they all carried in their own ways. Each of them had their own reason for being here, but in that moment, they were united by a common goal: to release the tension and find a way to move forward, together.

"Alright, let's do this," Jojo said quietly, his voice steady but with a hint of excitement beneath the surface.

Everyone nodded in agreement, the shared determination clear. Together, they would face whatever came their way—and maybe, just maybe, they'd leave the Rage Room feeling a little lighter, a little more free.

Buttercup, her arms crossed and her eyes shining with a mix of determination and curiosity, glanced at Professor Utonium as the group readied themselves to leave.

"Can I join them? Please?" she asked, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading.

Professor Utonium looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, considering her request. He had always been protective of the girls, especially when it came to matters that could be emotionally or physically challenging. But he also knew that Buttercup had always been strong-willed, determined to face her own battles.

"You sure you're ready for this, Buttercup?" Professor asked, his voice soft but full of concern. "It's not just about smashing things; it's about confronting emotions and letting go of everything we've been holding onto."

Buttercup nodded firmly, her green eyes steely with resolve. "I know. I've been holding a lot in for too long, and maybe... maybe this is what I need to really get it out. I won't hold back."

Professor Utonium paused, his brow furrowing slightly, but then he gave a small nod. "Alright, Buttercup. If you feel like this is something that will help you, then go ahead."

A smile tugged at the corners of Buttercup's lips, her excitement bubbling up despite her usual tough exterior. "Thanks, Professor! I won't let you down."

Turning to the others, Buttercup gave a small wave. "I'm in! Let's do this." She adjusted her green hoodie and slid her hands into her pockets, her confidence and energy making her an undeniable force among the group.

Professor Utonium watched her with a look of quiet approval, but he also hoped that she wouldn't carry too much of the weight she often held inside.

Blossom, who had been quietly watching the group prepare to leave, suddenly spoke up, her voice full of concern. "It's school night!" she exclaimed, looking at the group with a mixture of surprise and worry. "We all have school tomorrow!"

Professor Utonium gave her a reassuring smile, sensing her concern for the well-being of her friends. "I understand, Blossom," he said, his tone calm yet understanding. "But sometimes, we need to take a step back and do what's right for us, even if it means breaking a few rules."

Blossom raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "But we're supposed to be responsible! We can't just throw all of that out the window. What if we miss class? What if we can't focus?"

"I get it," Ace chimed in, his voice playful but serious enough to get the point across. "But hey, sometimes you need to release the stress. Besides, we're not going to be out all night. We'll be back before it gets too late."

Jojo, still clutching his backpack, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, just a quick release and I'll be back to focus on everything tomorrow."

Blossom hesitated, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed in thought. The reality of the situation tugged at her—she knew that if the others needed this, she couldn't just stand in their way. But it didn't mean she had to be happy about it.

"I still don't like it," Blossom said, her voice firm, "but if you all think this is what you need... I'll go along with it. Just don't expect me to be late to school tomorrow."

Amanda, noticing the tension, gave a playful smile. "Don't worry, Blossom. You can catch up on your schoolwork later. Just think of it as a little... mental health break."

Blossom sighed, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "I suppose one night won't kill me. But I'm bringing my homework just in case."

With that, the group finally seemed to reach a consensus. The night out might be a break from their usual routine, but it wasn't just about fun—it was about facing things they couldn't hide from anymore. And Blossom, though reluctant, knew that sometimes breaking the rules for something bigger could be worth it.

Jojo, standing a bit nervously in his usual gray hoodie and black sweatpants, glanced up at Professor Utonium. His eyes, filled with a mix of uncertainty and longing, searched his father's face for any sign of understanding.

"Dad... can you join me with my friends?" Jojo asked quietly, his voice almost tentative. The question caught everyone's attention, and for a moment, the room fell silent. His usual confidence seemed to waver, replaced by a vulnerability that only a few people had ever seen.

Professor Utonium, who had been watching Jojo closely, paused before answering. His face softened with compassion. He could tell this wasn't just about going out for a fun evening—it was about something deeper, something Jojo needed to feel supported in.

The Professor stepped forward, giving Jojo a reassuring smile. "Of course, Jojo. I'll be there. You don't have to face things alone, especially not when you're with friends who care about you."

Jojo's face lit up, a wave of relief washing over him. The presence of his father, his constant support, meant everything to him. Even if it was just a night out with friends, it made the world of difference to know that Utonium would be there by his side.

Amanda, who had been watching the interaction, grinned at Jojo. "See? Everything will be fine, Jojo. You've got your crew here, and your dad too."

Blossom, ever the voice of reason, added with a smile, "It's nice to see you all having each other's backs. Family, friends—it makes a difference."

Jojo gave a small, shy smile, looking at his friends, then at his dad. "Thanks, Dad," he said, his voice a bit steadier now. "I appreciate it."

Professor Utonium nodded, "You're welcome, Jojo. Now, let's go make this night a little bit better."

With that, the group of friends and Jojo's father prepared to head out, each one of them knowing that, no matter the challenges that lay ahead, they'd face them together.

Noah smiled warmly at Jojo, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Jojo, let's hop into my car with Collin and Donovan. I've got a bottle of Zero Sugar Coca-Cola and a small bag of Goldfish crackers for you, my little buddy." He gestured toward the car, white 2020 Chevrolet Malibu, where Donovan and Collin were already waiting, looking back with eager expressions.

Jojo's face lit up, a spark of excitement creeping into his demeanor. Despite the tension of the day, the idea of hanging out with his friends and enjoying some snacks was enough to make him forget about everything else, even just for a while.

Professor Utonium nodded at Jojo, noticing the change in his expression. "Go ahead, Jojo. Just be careful and come back when you can. I'll be here if you need anything."

Jojo grinned back at his father. "Thanks, Dad!" He turned quickly, rushing to catch up with Noah and the others.

The three friends greeted Jojo as he hopped into the front seat of Noah's car. He settled in, feeling the warmth of their friendship, the kind of bond that made him feel safe and understood. Noah passed him the bottle of Zero Sugar Coca-Cola and the Goldfish crackers, and Jojo gratefully accepted them, the simple gesture making him feel at ease.

"Thanks, Noah," Jojo mumbled, a hint of a smile forming.

Donovan, looking back over the seat, playfully added, "You know, Jojo, you can't go wrong with snacks. You've got the ultimate combo right there."

Jojo smiled softly. "I'll take your word for it," he replied, his voice carrying a touch of amusement.

As they cruised down the road in Noah's car, the atmosphere was a mix of calm and quiet, yet tinged with a subtle tension. Noah was behind the wheel, his focus sharp as usual, while Jojo sat in the front seat beside him. His typically intense expression had softened, his thumb tucked into his mouth, a familiar gesture he used to soothe his anxiety. The rhythmic hum of the car's engine seemed to calm him further as he was lost in the music flowing through his Apple AirPods, his eyes distant and unfocused, yet comfortable in his own space.

In the backseat, Donovan and Collin were engaged in light conversation. Collin glanced at Jojo, noticing his usual unease had melted away, though there was still a certain fragility to him. With a gentle tone, Collin asked, "Hey little buddy, how are you feeling?" The question hung in the air, genuine concern laced in his voice.

Jojo shifted slightly, his thumb pausing for just a moment as he looked out the window. It was clear he wasn't entirely present in the conversation, but Collin's warmth seemed to ease the invisible weight he carried. The soft beats of his music became a little louder in his ears, a quiet escape as they all rode together, their unspoken understanding creating a comfort of its own.

Jojo took a deep breath, his thumb returning to his mouth as he let the sounds of the music drown out the world for a moment. His gaze remained on the passing scenery, the blur of streetlights and cars cutting through the night. He felt at ease in the car, surrounded by his friends, and though he wasn't quite ready to fully open up, there was a small part of him that felt grateful for the simple act of being there with them.

Donovan leaned forward from the backseat, sensing Jojo's quietness but not wanting to push too much. "You know, Jojo," he said with a smirk, "I think this is the first time I've ever seen you so calm. What's the secret? You gotta teach us."

Jojo didn't immediately respond, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He could feel the playfulness in Donovan's voice, a reminder that, even in the midst of everything, they could still make him feel lighter.

Collin glanced over at Jojo again, still taking in the change in his demeanor. "You're looking more relaxed than usual," he observed. "Music helping?" He knew Jojo had always been a fan of quiet moments, and sometimes the most powerful way for him to cope was through the peace of solitude, even in the presence of others.

Jojo nodded slightly, his thumb gently moving away from his mouth as he answered, "Yeah, it's… it's nice." He paused, and for a moment, the words felt like they needed to be said but didn't quite find their way out. "I'm just glad to be with you guys. It feels… safer this way."

The sincerity in Jojo's voice didn't go unnoticed. Noah glanced over from the driver's seat, his eyes softening as he caught Jojo's words. "We've got your back, my little buddy. Always."

The warmth of Noah's words settled into the car like a comforting embrace, and Jojo found himself looking out the window again, a quiet sense of gratitude filling him up. It wasn't just the music or the snacks. It was the presence of his friends—the way they understood him without needing to push him. Maybe that's what he had been missing. Maybe this, right here, was the healing he needed.

Noah glanced over at Jojo with a knowing smile. "You aren't alone, you know," he said casually. "I chew on my clothes to reduce stress sometimes."

Jojo blinked in surprise, turning slightly to look at Noah, unsure if he had heard that right. "Wait, what?" he asked, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "You chew your clothes to reduce stress?"

Noah grinned, glancing over at Jojo with a teasing yet understanding expression. "Yeah, it's my weird little habit," he admitted casually, his hands still on the wheel. "I've chewed on a sleeve, or the collar of a hoodie, whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed. It's like a weird comfort thing for me. Everyone's got their thing, right?"

Donovan burst into laughter from the backseat. "That's actually hilarious! I never would've pegged you for a 'chewer,' Noah."

Jojo let out a soft laugh, the tension that had been building in his chest loosening a little. The thought of Noah, someone who seemed so composed and collected, chewing on his clothes was oddly comforting. It reminded Jojo that no one was really as put-together as they seemed on the outside.

Collin chimed in, grinning. "I guess we all have our quirks. Jojo's got his thumb, Noah's got his sleeves. We all deal with stress in our own weird ways."

Jojo smiled more openly now, the atmosphere in the car shifting from one of quiet tension to something lighter and more familiar. "Yeah," he said, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, "I guess we all do have our things."

Noah's grin softened into something a little more sincere, his voice quieter as he added, "It's just about finding those little things that help us cope. You've got your thumb, I've got my clothes. As long as it helps, it's all good."

The simple exchange, full of understanding and shared vulnerability, seemed to create a bridge between them all. For a brief moment, the weight of their individual struggles felt a little more bearable. They might not have all the answers, but in this car, with the soft hum of music playing and the camaraderie around them, they weren't alone.

At the Lose It Rage Room in Woodbridge, Virginia, the group of friends gathered outside the entrance, dressed in bright blue jumpsuits with clear goggles resting on their faces. Their energy was a mix of nervous excitement, anticipation, and the unspoken understanding that this would be more than just an opportunity to break things—it was a chance to let go of some heavy emotional weight.

As they stepped inside the large, industrial room, they were greeted by Liam, a tall, lean man with a friendly smile who stood near a stack of safety gear and an assortment of objects to smash. His calm demeanor contrasted with the chaotic space around him, where the air hummed with potential energy, ready to be unleashed.

"Welcome to the Lose It Rage Room!" Liam said, his voice upbeat and welcoming. "I'm Liam. Tell me about the situation. What's brought you all here today?"

Noah stepped forward first, his voice steady but with a slight edge of tension. "The devil…?" he began, unsure how to phrase it without making it sound too strange.

Blossom, ever the voice of reason, corrected him quickly. "HIM," she said firmly. "We're here because of HIM."

Liam's expression shifted slightly, recognizing the weight of the words. "Ah, HIM," he nodded knowingly. "Got it. The personal stuff. The trauma. It's a lot, and I can tell you all could use this kind of release." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the group. "The Rage Room isn't just about breaking stuff. It's about giving yourself permission to release those feelings—frustration, anger, fear. Let it all go."

Jojo, standing at the back of the group, glanced around, his hands fidgeting with the edges of his jumpsuit. He hadn't fully understood what this would do for him, but seeing the others, especially the ones who'd been through their own struggles, gave him a strange sense of comfort. They were here together, not just to smash things, but to break free from what had been weighing them down.

Liam continued, "Everyone's got their own way of letting out the pressure. Whether you want to smash a glass bottle or take a bat to a television, it's your choice. Just… let yourself feel it. We've got plenty of stuff for you to destroy, and I'll be right here to make sure it's all safe."

Amanda stepped forward next, her arms crossed but her expression curious. "What kind of things do you usually see people break in here?" she asked, her voice still skeptical but intrigued by the idea.

Liam shrugged with a light chuckle. "Oh, pretty much anything you can think of. Glass bottles, old electronics, furniture. People get creative, and it's honestly pretty therapeutic. The key is not just the smashing, but how you approach it. Are you letting it all go? Or are you just swinging for the sake of it?"

Arturo glanced at the various objects in the room, his expression thoughtful. "I'm guessing it's different for everyone, right?"

"Exactly," Liam said, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "For some people, it's about the catharsis. For others, it's a physical release of built-up tension. But in the end, it's about making sure you walk out of here feeling lighter."

Jojo's stomach twisted, but this time, it wasn't from anxiety—it was the kind of twist that happens when you realize you might actually be ready for something. He stepped forward slightly, his voice quieter than usual but with a hint of determination. "I think... I think I'm ready."

Noah nodded, placing a hand on Jojo's shoulder. "We're all here for you, Jojo," he said, his tone reassuring. "This isn't just about you smashing things. It's about all of us—helping each other, dealing with our pasts, and moving forward."

Blossom smiled softly, clearly trying to balance her typical responsibility with the reality of the moment. "We've all got our own ways of dealing with things. Tonight, we let it out."

Liam clapped his hands together, as if to punctuate the moment. "Alright then, let's get started. Take a deep breath, choose your weapon of destruction, and remember—this is your space. Let it go."

The group exchanged looks, their eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and excitement. One by one, they started to pick their objects, the first wave of sound—the sharp crack of a bottle breaking against the wall—sounding out as everyone began to release what they'd been holding inside. Jojo followed the others, stepping toward a pile of old televisions. His hand shook slightly as he picked up a sledgehammer, but there was a sense of resolve in his actions now. This was his chance to break free from the weight of the past—and for the first time in a long while, he felt like he had the support to do it.

The room filled with the sound of shattering glass, the slam of bats against old furniture, and the occasional cheer or shout of relief. Each person found their rhythm in their own way, the chaotic energy of the room becoming a symbol of their shared struggle and collective release. As the sound of destruction reverberated through the space, the air felt a little lighter, the weight of their burdens just a little bit easier to bear.

Thirty minutes later, the sound of shattering glass and the thuds of bats against old furniture began to slow down. The room, which had once been alive with the energy of destruction, now had a more subdued atmosphere. The group, covered in small fragments of broken glass and debris, stood catching their breath, some smiling in exhaustion, others still processing the release they'd just experienced.

Liam, who had been quietly observing the group, approached them with a nod of approval. He wiped his hands on his jumpsuit and, with a calm but encouraging smile, asked, "Alright, how's everyone feeling? I know some of you might be thinking about what just happened, but this is the time to check in. How's the headspace now? Lighter? More at peace?"

Noah, leaning on a nearby wall and trying to catch his breath, was the first to speak up. "I don't know how to explain it," he said, his voice a little more relaxed. "But there's something... freeing about it. Like you're finally letting go of all the stuff that's been weighing you down."

Jojo, who had been quietly standing near a pile of broken electronics, nodded slowly, his hand still trembling slightly from the effort of swinging the sledgehammer. "I... I feel like I can breathe better," he admitted softly, the usual heaviness in his voice noticeably lighter. "It's weird, but it's like a weight came off. I didn't realize how much I needed this."

Blossom, wiping some dust off her jacket, glanced at her friends before speaking. "I didn't think I'd be so affected. It's not just the physical part—yeah, the smashing felt good, but it's more about confronting everything, right? Letting out everything we've kept bottled up."

Amanda, who had been looking down at her now-scratched gloves, agreed. "Yeah, it's not easy to put it into words, but it's like a release you didn't know you needed. Feels like I'm not holding onto all the frustration anymore."

Liam nodded, looking around at the group with a sense of quiet pride. "That's the whole point. You came in here, each with your own baggage, and you faced it head-on. It's not about erasing everything, but it's a step in the right direction. You're all leaving this room a little lighter than when you came in. And that's the goal."

Ace, his usual cocky grin now replaced by a more introspective look, leaned back against the wall. "Yeah, I guess that felt pretty damn good. Didn't expect to feel this way, honestly. It's like we're letting the crap out of our systems. And maybe... just maybe, it'll help us deal with it in a better way outside of here."

Claire, who had been fairly quiet throughout the session, spoke up, her voice softer but filled with relief. "I think... I think I needed this too. I've been carrying a lot on my shoulders, and I didn't even realize how heavy it was until I let go of it."

Liam smiled, his eyes sweeping over the group. "Well, it's good to hear everyone's feeling the effects. It's a process, and not every step is easy. But you've all done something powerful here. Remember, this room doesn't have to be the end of the process. It's just one way to help release the tension. Keep talking about what you're feeling, lean on each other, and most importantly, give yourself permission to keep going."

Professor Utonium, who had quietly observed throughout the session, placed a hand on Jojo's shoulder. "I'm proud of you, son," he said, his voice warm with approval. "Sometimes it's important to just take a break from the weight we carry, to smash it all away for a little while. You've all done something incredible here tonight."

The group stood together for a moment, the bond between them stronger than before. They had come into the Rage Room with their own pain, frustration, and burdens, but they were leaving with a new sense of release—together. And as Liam clapped his hands, signaling the end of their session, the group walked out of the room, feeling a little lighter, a little freer, ready to face whatever came next.

Liam's voice echoed after them. "You did great, all of you. Remember, it's okay to take time for yourself. The world's got enough pressure as it is—don't be afraid to release it when you can."

Jojo turned to Liam with a small but genuine smile, his voice filled with gratitude. "Thanks for the help!" he said, his words carrying more weight than usual. The session had clearly made an impact on him, and the simple act of speaking those words felt like another step toward healing.

Liam gave him a nod, his smile warm and understanding. "No problem at all, Jojo. Sometimes, all it takes is a little release, a little space to breathe. I'm glad you all found something here tonight."

Jojo gave a shy but appreciative nod in return. He felt lighter now, not just from the physical release of smashing things, but from the emotional weight that had started to lift from his shoulders. It wasn't a complete fix, but it was a start.

As the group began to gather their things and head toward the exit, Noah clapped Jojo on the back. "See? What did I tell you? That was awesome, right?"

Jojo nodded, the corners of his mouth twitching upward in a smile. "Yeah... It really was."

Donovan, who had already started toward the door, turned back to give Jojo an exaggerated wink. "Hey, next time, I'll go for the big screen TV. That one looked like it wanted a piece of me."

Jojo laughed softly, his usual anxiety fading, replaced by the warmth of being surrounded by his friends. The night hadn't been perfect, and there was still much to work through, but for the first time in a long while, Jojo felt a sense of relief—thanks to his friends and the strange yet cathartic power of a Rage Room.

Later that night, inside the Utonium household, the sound of excited chatter and video game music echoed through the hallways. Professor Utonium, returning from a long trip in Woodbridge, Virginia, made his way to Jojo's bedroom. As he opened the door, he was taken aback by the sight before him. Jojo and his college friends—Donovan, Noah, and Collin—were lounging on the floor, their eyes glued to the TV as they played Fortnite on the PlayStation 5.

Around them, the carpet was strewn with an assortment of snacks: a mountain of Zero Sugar Coca-Cola cans, a few regular Coca-Cola cans, Sprite cans scattered about, a half-empty bowl of microwaved popcorn, and bags of SunChips Harvest Cheddar with their bright orange crumbs scattered across the floor. The group was clearly immersed in the game, not noticing the professor's arrival.

Jojo was dressed casually in black and red buffalo plaid pants, but his shirt was nowhere to be seen. His abdomen was bare, revealing the Dexcom sensor on his right side, a small but visible sign of the ongoing health battle he faced. And, without his usual helmet, the most striking thing was the visible reality of his condition—his brain was exposed.

Professor Utonium's eyes widened in shock as he stood frozen in the doorway, unable to fully process the scene. He had never quite gotten used to the sight of his son in such an exposed state.

"Jojo!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling slightly. "What are you doing with your friends?"

Jojo paused the game and turned, his friends looking up as well. The moment hung in the air, a mix of tension and concern.

Jojo raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his face. "Just having a little fun, Dad," he said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "We're in the middle of a match. Want to join in?"

Professor Utonium shook his head, still trying to comprehend the scene. "This is not how I imagined you spending your evening," he said, his tone a mixture of disbelief and worry.

Professor Utonium's voice shifted, carrying a hint of concern. "Jojo, you have a biofeedback therapy session with Dr. Kutz tomorrow morning. Do you remember her? She was there when you first admitted to the residential treatment program."

Jojo's expression flickered for a brief moment, the playful smirk fading as the mention of Dr. Kutz hit home. He leaned back against the wall, eyes briefly drifting toward the pile of cans and snacks before meeting his father's gaze.

"Yeah, I remember," Jojo muttered, his tone softer now. The lighthearted energy in the room seemed to dissipate just a bit. "It's been a while. I'm just... not sure if it's really working, you know?"

Professor Utonium sighed, stepping further into the room. He could see the fatigue in Jojo's eyes, the subtle but unmistakable wear of having been through so much. He knew this therapy was important, that it had helped Jojo gain some control over his condition, but he also understood that it wasn't easy.

"You've made progress, Jojo. I know it's not always visible, but you've come a long way," the professor said gently, his voice softening. "Dr. Kutz believes in you. I believe in you. This therapy is about more than just the treatment. It's about taking control of your health, and sometimes that means pushing through the discomfort."

Jojo ran a hand through his fur, a nervous habit when things started to feel too serious. "I know, Dad. I just... it's hard, okay? Sometimes it feels like I'm stuck in a loop—therapy, appointments, and then back to this. It's like there's no break from it."

Noah, sensing the shift in the mood, gave Jojo a reassuring pat on the back. "We get it, man. But hey, we're here for you, right? Games, snacks, and all."

Collin chimed in, trying to lighten the mood, "Yeah, you can't just quit on us now. We're about to hit level 50 on this match!"

Professor Utonium smiled softly at his son's friends, appreciating their support. He turned back to Jojo. "You've got this, Jojo. It's okay to take a break, but don't forget why you're doing it all. For you."

Jojo paused, the weight of his father's words sinking in. "Yeah... okay, Dad. I'll go. Just not tomorrow morning, alright? Let me finish this match."

The professor chuckled, his sternness easing. "Fine, but you're going tomorrow. I'll make sure of it."

As Jojo resumed his game, Professor Utonium lingered for a moment longer before quietly exiting the room, leaving the group to their gaming and snacks. But as he closed the door, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more Jojo wasn't saying. The delicate balance between supporting him and letting him be was something he'd have to keep figuring out.