Silent Treatment.
Sven remained quiet.
He couldn't find the words.
His throat, again, was dry and hoarse, and he doubted he could form words otherwise.
He was on a tightrope of life and death.
If he started to lean to one side, it would be so easy to fall and so hard to regain balance.
"Are you... Responding with silence?" Carol asked, brown eyes glittering in disbelief.
Sven tried to choke something out, anything, but he couldn't.
Carol narrowed their eyes.
"Hat Girl..."
"Yes?"
"Shotgun."
Sven felt his heartbeat increasing incredibly rapidly, but there was nothing he could do.
"I-" he croaked, then coughed.
"Zip it, blondie!" Carol hissed. "You respond with silence? You live in silence, for the rest of your crappy existence."
Hat Girl handed them a shotgun.
"Oh, wait," Carol mused, pointing the shotgun at him. "You won't have it for much longer."
They narrowed their dark hues.
"Any last words, pest?" they spat.
Sven had none.
But, faintly, they all heard something in the distance.
"This is..."
"What..? Hat Girl, who's saying that..?" Carol asked quietly.
But Sven knew full well.
"The greatest..."
"If you want to live, I suggest getting inside," he said sheepishly.
"What?!"
"PLANNNNNNNNN!!!"
Immediately, a huge, dark green machine crashed into the balcony, breaking it entirely.
Sven cried out and fell immediately, until a harsh hand grasped his wrist, catching him.
"Hey, Sven!" The person smiled. "Need a ride?"
Henry..?
"Wha-"
"It wasn't my idea to save you, but..." Henry shrugged and pulled him up with strength Sven didn't even know he had. "If Charles wants you to live, I respect that."
"El, you drive."
Sven turned slightly to see a tall, very muscled boy walking up to him and giving him a salute.
"Hello, Sven!" he chirped. "You remember me, right? Charles Calvin? Y'know, Burt's brother?"
"Yes, I do remember you," Sven stated.
And your bright headset. And very bubbly, happy personality, despite anything.
You're like the opposite of Burt.
"We saw that you needed some help back there," Charles continued. "So we decided to drop by! We, at least, I, remember how much Burt seemed to show affection to you! And I still stick with the claim that, even if you're Toppat and we're government, we can trust you!"
"You," somebody from the front seat grumbled.
"Oh, c'mon, El! You can trust him too! Give him a chance! Here, I'll drive so you can meet him!" Charles squeaked.
"Fine..."
Charles and whoever 'El' was, switched places.
A tall, but still shorter than Charles, female emerged from the front seat and stared at Sven with cold, unwelcoming green eyes.
"I'm Ellie," she introduced herself despite this. "Ellie Rose. And you're Sven?"
"Mhm. Sven Svensson," Sven told her.
"Nice name," she snorted.
"El! Be nice!" Charles called from the front seat. "Anyway..."
He stood up and turned back to Sven, Henry, and Ellie.
"So, Sven, we rescued you for another reason as well..."
"Okay..?"
"Will you join the government? With us?" Charles asked meekly.
Sven inhaled.
"Well, considering everything you've done for me... I'll do it, if you want," he responded.
Charles nodded eagerly.
Sven smiled.
"Great! Welcome to the crew, Sven!"
(Ending, "The New Pilot (TNP)". I actually really like this ending, tell me if you want me to make a spinoff following this.)
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The New Toppat (Curtisson)
FanfictionThe government is on their tail. Sven's so overworked and stressed, and nothing can help him. Everybody's assuring him but none are getting to him. He believes that it's all his fault because he failed to be the leader they thought he would be. He i...
