295 Driver - Charger

The moment I heard 'American Muscle', I blacked out. I just felt my body moving on its own and I could faintly hear screams from a single person. A few moments later, I felt my body getting heavier and heavier by the second and each step I took was getting difficult.

I partially returned to my senses when I felt everyone pulling me away from the driver's seat of the helicopter. Their hands are grabbing every inch of my body just to hold me down in place. I only needed to close the door and I would be able to fly it back to base. What I didn't notice at first is my reflection from the glass.

"Bro! Wake up! Bro! You're not driving that fucking helicopter for the love of Sarenrae!"

"Sky!"

"Sir! I have children, please!"

"His smile.... It's scary..."

"Just hold him down!"

"For how long?!"

"As long as it takes~ Bro! Wake the fuck up!"

"Why are we holding him down?"

"Didn't you notice that he was about to fly off on his own?!"

"Nah, I bet he's just excited, right?"