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-Brownie, what the fuck! - 32 kept screaming, absolutely displeased by the cat. If that wasn't the most chaotic night of my life then I have no clue what else could be possibly comparable to whatever was happening here. Brownie kept running in a specific direction, dodging graves as if he knew exactly where each tombstone was. Its little paws continued rasping through the graveyard as if there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile, my hand was squeezed tightly by 67, trying to catch up with 32. Their claws were holding me sturdily, but without hammering through my skin. 67 was much swifter than me, they were basically just violently dragging me behind them. My legs weren't fast enough for me to match their speed. 
67 noticing my struggles, decided to just lift me into their arms the same way that they did before. I felt relieved and much less pressured. 
-Thanks. - I gasped. That was a relief that I needed. No matter how much I would try, a Partypooper can't run as rapidly as a Partygoer can. 
32 continued chasing after the cat, nearly falling onto the ground trying not to trip over any tombstones.  If I wasn't held by 67, I am more than sure that I would be the first one to get their knees bruised over the hard and tough ground. In moments like this, I was really thankful for having 67 close to me. 
Everything was happening so fast that I had trouble catching up with whatever was currently going on.
Eventually, Brownie released 32's hat from its muzzle, leaving it on top of a specific grave, proudly sitting next to it while turning its head aside. 
-Finally. - 32 sighed and looked at the cat, furiously. His claws were covered in brown blood,as he was interrupted halfway through inspecting that corpse. He looked resigned and tired, not only because of that chase. He was just generally fatigued from having to figure out living in the frontrooms. His body was getting weaker and his mind was starting to haunt him with even more impulsive thoughts than he would normally have. All because of the lack of nutritious food. Thinking about having two ravenous partygoers next to me filled me with anxiety.While I trusted 67 that they would try not to eat me I was frightened by 32. Seeing what he did to that woman was... scary. It wasn't the fact of him killing her that made these feelings appear, it was the fact that it could be me. However if I am being honest, I don't think I ever felt truly safe around 32. His appearance and personality kept sending shivers down my spine. 
32 reached with his claw towards his hat, sending Brownie a death stare. 
-Wait. - 32 suddenly voiced. Their sight was turned towards the grave that the cat was comfortably laying on.
"Nero Evans" 
He kept staring at it with disbelief. 
-The fuck? -He questioned, as me and 67 patiently waited for him to continue. 
-I am more than sure that this is... mine. -He said while his gaze turned towards Brownie became somewhat softer. Instead of a death stare he looked at the cat thankfully. 
-What do you mean by "mine"??? -67 asked. We both knew exactly what he was saying but it was such big information for us that we needed to have it confirmed. We needed to be absolutely 100% that it was what we thought. 
-I think that this is my grave and that "Nero Evans" was my past name. -He went on, trying to speak his thoughts. -I didn't question it before, but now as I look at Brownie I think that I recognise this cat. Somehow. -He put on his baker's hat and nervously grabbed his own arm, trying to do something with his hands while sticking his claws into his skin out of anxiety.
-Oh? - 67 was speechless. It was quite a hard situation to comment on anything. I wondered if it would be better for me to stay quiet or if I was expected to say something.  I squeezed 67's arm, trying to make myself feel secure. I felt wind hitting my skin through my hoodie. I felt detached from the world around me. I wasn't sure if I was ready to know about 32's past life, I wasn't sure if I was ready for any of this to be honest. 
-I still need a moment to sort it all out in my head. -He said, looking thoughtfully at the grave trying to regain as many memories as he could at the moment. Suddenly Brownie started meowing loudly, trying to focus our attention on something. 
-Quiet. - 32 mumbled nervously, but the cat wouldn't listen.-What is it that you want us to know about so bad? -Brownie went silent, at first it looked as if it just understood not to be so damn noisy, however after barely a few seconds we understood what it was trying to say. 
-Do you hear it too? - 67 whispered in a dead serious voice. -It sounds like some sort of an... alarm? -It took me a few seconds to finally understand what 67 was talking about. 
-THAT'S THE SOUND OF THE POLICE... - I said out loud out of panic. 
-But we didn't kill anyone? -67 gave me a confused look. -Why would they go after us? -It made me so angry knowing that 67 knew nothing about the consequences of their actions and dumb ideas.
-You literally dug out a rotting corpse from the cemetery!! - I hissed at them filled with disbelief. The amount of mixed emotions I felt at that moment was truly incredible. There was just too much happening at the same time. 
-But he was already dead?! - 67 raised their voice at me, looking at me as if I was the one that was stupid.