The Plot Thickens

Bomb Threat.

It only made sense. Of course they would target Autumn, Avethro hated how controlling she was. But it was a terribly sad sight, and made him want to vomit. But the cherry atop the disaster cake stood above the corpse—her least favorite admins. Snek, and Toasty.

"What are you doing here, Doodleboob?" Toasty rasped, seemingly annoyed at his presence. Doodle winced, fearful of his former bully.

"I know who did it. And they're going to detonate the office next," a lingering silence proceeded after Doodle said this, no one knowing exactly what to say.

"Avethro. Bjer. Moon. Weav—" he stopped himself. "Those three are planning to bomb the server. I overheard their plans." What broke the silence after that was a feint chuckle from Toasty.

"And why should we believe you?" She said, glaring at him. "You've done nothing but eavesdrop on us for the past few days. It's honestly very creepy."

At first he was confused, but then he remembered—Bjerendos. He has stolen his I.D. in part 4, "The Walk". Of course he would use that opportunity to spy on the admins. "They took my identity, mugged me when I was walking home. That wasn't me."

The few admins stirred, mumbling something to each other. Except Toasty, who kept her eyes locked on him. And she called him creepy. "Fine. Say you somehow are telling the truth, what do you want us to do about it?"

Fr*ick. He hasn't thought this far. What should they do? Ban them? That wouldn't accomplish anything, they could just enter in with alts. "You could...we could...stop them in the act. Right as they're about to detonate."

"Thanks for the advice, but..." Snek spoke up. "We think we can handle this on our own. Thanks." He then waved his hand, directing Doodle to leave.

"What? This is a bomb threat, you should be taking it seriously!" Doodle clenched his fist in frustration, angered at how careless the server owner was being.

"You heard me. My decision is final. Mods, kick him."

Doodle heard loud footsteps come up from behind him, and he felt arms being grabbed, lifting him up. "c!kick @Doodebob#1536 troll," the familiar voice from behind him said. Goddammit Xay.

He was thrown out of the building, landing on his side. Before he could even pick himself back up, the front doors were closed, and he was locked out.

He could always rejoin, but what good would that do? They weren't taking his claim seriously. And it was only a matter of time before those "threats" came into fruition, and the server would exist no longer. He had to do something—but what?