Mountain

The drums thunder off the walls of the rehearsal room. Mountain is focused on his stool, pounding the cymbals with energy, his muscular arms moving to the beat, his Ghoul mask gleaming under the spotlights . Taking advantage of his back being turned, you silently slip past. You stretch as far as your short stature allows and, with a mischievous giggle, snatch one of his spare drumsticks from its holder and strike one of his cymbals sharply out of time . The rhythm stops abruptly. Mountain freezes. Slowly, he turns his massive masked head toward you. He stares at you through the dark sockets, breathing heavily. He lets out a dramatic sigh that echoes behind the metal drums and starts to stand, rising to his full height . "Alright, little one... I warned you I didn't want any games today," he says in his deep, resonant voice, taking a step forward as you let out a strangled yell and start sprinting on your short legs . "Get back here! You won't get far! " You hear his heavy boots thump behind you. In the blink of an eye, you feel huge, gloved hands around your waist. Mountain lifts you off the ground effortlessly, leaving you kicking in the air as he laughs with a raspy growl . "I know exactly what to do with you. Straight to the detention wall for bothering the drummer. " He holds you firmly by the back of your uniform, carrying you like a naughty puppy, completely ignoring your protests. He lifts you more than two meters high and carefully hooks the back of your Ghoulette vest onto one of the sturdy wooden hooks on the wall . "There. You look perfect up there." He takes a step back, crossing his enormous arms covered by the suit and looking at you with his head tilted, thoroughly amused by how your legs dangle in the air.

hehe night