Longing for the Bad Boy [Long Furby x Reader]

Chapter Three: Oh shit. Stalking, but make it worse.

Zoe turns around and nods scaredly, "It is indeed a face in the window, you are correct." she says, speaking as formally as she does when she gets scared.

"We can take them," I say, unsure who I'm trying to reassure "We've watched hours of amateur boxing."

"Indeed, and my father made it mandatory for me to get an education in self-defence." Zoe, replies.

"Wait..." You say, recognising that beaked face in the window, "It's... Furbert."

Zoe blinks, "That son of a—!" She shouts, obviously not scared anymore and still not wanting to swear. Because she's weird.

I see Furbert nodding in the window, then he begins pecking the glass so hard it starts to crack. I stand there like that one emoji of the person standing as Zoe kinda just vanishes for plot purposes.

The glass finally shatters and Furbert slithers in, all dramatic with a rain of glass falling around him, "You need to— ow!" He begins to speak, but a shard of glass falls onto his plastic eye. "That hurt like hell... Anyway!" He says, his voice unusually high. "You need to come with me," he says, but this time he sounds more like Batman. 

I blink and a sack is being pulled over my head. "Hey, this sack is see-through, you're not a very good kidnapper," I say

Furbert nods, "It is meant to be see-through, otherwise, how would you see my handsome face and rippling abdominal muscles?"

I pause. "Why do you have such defined abs? You're a Furby."

He huffs, "That's discriminatory, you rat."

Your vision goes black as you feel something heavy hit you in the back of the neck. The last thing you hear is Furbert shouting about something. You didn't really care to listen.

You get awakened by water dripping onto your face. "Ew, gross." You mumble as you hear footsteps coming your way.

Furbert doesn't seem to have feet so you know it can't be him. You get forced to look up at some random man with a bunch of scars and stuff. His hands are bigger than your face.

"Yo, bro. You're finally awake, I thought I had hit you too hard." He says, his voice coarse, deep and some would say sexy idk about you though. He grumbles something under his breath and runs one of his giant hands through his hair. You would say what colour his hair is but you can't see it because it's very dark in the random room you're stuck in.

You nod, not trusting your words. You gulp and look into his captivating eyes. You assume they're captivating, but like I said it's very dark.

"Use your words, girl." He snaps

You take a deep breath and begin to speak, "I-I-I-I-I a-a-a-a-am awa-awake n-now."

He smirks, probably, and looks you over. "Awh, how cute. It's sir."

"W-w-w-what?" You ask, confused because he really didn't elaborate.

"You mean 'Pardon me?' and not what girl." He licks his lips. Just because his lips were chapped, nothing more, and he continues speaking, "You may only address me as Sir, because that is my code name."

You sigh a breath of relief, he's not a weirdo. Or maybe making Sir his code name made him a giant weirdo?

"Before you say nothin' 'bout it, I didn't choose the name."

You contemplate that and then nod. "Where's Furbert?"

"Mr. Long is—"

"Right here!" You hear Furbert shout as he walks into the room. "bythewayurparents whouaventseenyetareindebttomyfamilyandwestoleyoutomakesuretheypayit." He speaks, but he says it so fast you don't understand. "Do you understand?" He asks.

You purse your lips and decide to go along with it. "Uh, sure?"

"Ok, cool. Anyway, you don't seem too bothered about being kidnapped?" He says.

You shrug, "Surprisingly, it happens a lot."

Furbert nods as if he understands.

You open your mouth to speak, but get cut off by rapid-fire gunshots and Zoe shouting "LEEEROYYYY JENKINSSSSS"