A Second Chance

Chapter 6: I miss you.. [Edited]

I woke up to arguing. Two males. Not papa and uncle...

"Why did you kidnap a kid Wilbur!?" One spoke with a yell, his voice was deep.

"I- I DON'T KNOW! I panicked! At least now we can try and get the upper hand!" The other man screamed back.

The yelling hurt my ears...

I slowly got up and wondered away from their yelling and into a room that had a closed door. I opened the door and slowly walked in.

A boy was laying in a bed with bandages wrapped around him. He was hurt.

There was another boy who was sitting next to the bed, he had blonde hair, he was crying silently but I could hear it.

"Why are you crying?" I mumbled, still standing in front of the door.

The boy looked up quickly out of fear then settled down when he saw me.

"Why are you in here. The door was closed for a reason." He stated out of anger. I decided to ignore him and step closer "are you crying because he's hurt?" I mumbled with confusion. Papa said that even though I was really little, I knew a lot of words.

"Yeah....he's uh hurt- but I don't need a stupid child to help me through my damn sadness!" He screeched out.

Suddenly the door flung open and one of the men that were segueing pops in. His face angry.

"There she fucking is- cmon." He grabbed my arm roughly and started to pull me. I panicked and started kicking and screaming while crying.

He only tightened his grip and started dragging me. It hurt a lot.

Finally he stopped dragging me and let me go, I scooted into a corner and hugged my legs, then continued to cry.

The man with pink hair came in and saw me crying and looked at the man and hugged out of annoyance.

"Did you have to be so aggressive? She's a kid Wilbur!" The pink man walked over to me and picked me up slowly before rubbing my back in a soothing way. It calmed me down- I remember this man from the festival....papa and uncle called him "blade" or something like that..

I miss papa and uncle, mostly papa.

"I want papa..." I cried out, clinging to Mr. Blade.

"Well you ain't gonna see your stupid papa" Mr. Wilbur sneered before walking away.

I cried harder now. Never see papa? Why can't I see papa anymore?

"Ignore him, Wilbur is just being selfish...calm down now" Mr. Blade's voice was low but calming as he continued to rub my back. I started to calm down and fall asleep. I hope I dream about papa...

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"He fucking took her! He took my goddamn daughter- you just expect me to stay calm while he does god knows what to my daughter?!" I screamed at Fundy and Quackity.

"Mr. President please calm down, I'm sure one of the residents of Pogtopia will bring her back- you just have to wait a little..." Fundy spoke, his fox ears had flattened back and he looked scared.

"Calm? You want me to be calm?! My fucking daughter was kidnapped by my enemy and you want me to calm down?!" I laughed before yelling at Fundy to leave.

Quackity was just as pissed off as I was. He wanted to go to Pogtopia right now and just...I don't know anymore...

Does this make me a bad father? Have I already fucked up being a parent because of this?

What the fuck do I do now...