I fluttered my eyes open, adjusting to my blurry vision scanning my surroundings. I was laying on a rough dark grey carpet, to the right was a maroon rusted monkey wrench and a pile of oak 6 x 4 planks, and to left was three buckets of paint and a paint scraper with white flakey reminisce dried on it. My body jerked up and down vehemently over what seemed to be over a bump, then it finally dawned over me. I was in the back of someone's van... I squirmed and thrashed frantically, desperately trying to break the thick ropes binding my wrists and ankles. I attempted scream for help once again but the tape over my mouth muffled my cries for someone, anyone to rescue me from this nightmare. I grew tired after what seemed like hours of trying break free I had no energy to go on, there was no hope in hell that I was going to escape. I lay my head back in defeat accepting my fate, I felt as if I were falling into a dark void where not even a glimpse of happiness or hope could be seen. I lied down letting myself slowly get consumed by the darkness as warm tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt my throat tighten and myself wheezing trying to catch my breath. I silently cried gasping for air, I cried for god but he wasn't there...
Sorry for the short chapter, I will edit it later today and add more as well!
~ GonsSwollenButthole (｀_')ゞ
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Mike Wazoski x Olaf
FanfictionThis is a story about a young snowman name Olaf, he was kidnapped and taken to a strange cabin in the middle of the woods. He finds out that his abductor has secret that could change everything... (This story is from Olaf's P.O.V)
