SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Fourteen - The Great Escape

To be honest with you guys, I write the chapters within the day of uploading, I'm an impatient guy. Yeah, I wrote this chapter Sunday, exactly the day I promised. HAHAHA

And Whoa, 500 reads for 'Strings Attached'?! DAYUUUUM!

I dunno why but ideas come to my mind when I am writing on the spot... BUT the ending is already planned out, and it will be epic as f-- and the epilogue might blow your mind.

-Migz

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Anthony Padilla

We descended down the flight of stairs with Connor and George taking the lead while Billy, Sgt. Anous and me closely following behind, protecting the unarmed guys. Everything was falling into place but I couldn't help thinking that I shouldn't have let Ian go in alone.

"Billy, I'm gonna have to go back for Ian." I said, also alerting the others.

"Okay, watch your back." He replied.

"Yeah, yours too." I stopped at a landing and watched them continue going downstairs until they disappeared from my view. I turned around and ran back up making huge leaps. A while later, I was back on the floor where the unconscious guards were, they were still lying on the floor exactly the same way we left them.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM US?!" Ian's voice came from my earpiece before he suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream.

"Ian, Ian? Are you alright?!" Ian's mom spoke.

"Ian? Something wrong, buddy?" I said, growing anxious the moment we heard his blood-curling scream.

There was no reply.

"I'm alright, mom and Anthony. I just had a run in with Stevie, I thought he was the bad guy, so I accidentally hit him with a frying pan." He replied.

"Have you found Link yet?" Mrs. Hecox asked.

"Not yet, I'll give you an update once I do." He said.

"I'm coming back, Ian." I said, but he never replied. I resumed walking along the hallway then taking the first door to my left, nudging the door open with my shoulder and reaching for the switch: it was a small storage room of props from the company's many projects, mostly from our crazy video game parodies and episodes, from toy guns to prop replica of the Doctor Who's Dalek which Ian called a 'Thirty year old dildo'.

I closed the door and checked the other rooms, still no sign of either Link or Ian. "Link! Where are you?" I asked again.

The quietness of the place was interrupted by a faint grunting, it came from the hallway to the right. I followed the sound to its source and ended up in front of the lounge where the Smosh gang would hang out whenever the filming had wrapped. I pressed my ear against the door and it was where the grunts were coming from.

I barged into the room, the lights were on and everything was still in order: the two couches were unmoved: the TV was still on the wall. I pushed the door all the way and in front of me was the kitchen counter with a picture of Princess Zelda in a frame on top. Standing beside it was Link with his back turned at the door with both of his hands in front and was shaking vigorously, grunting as he was doing it.

I covered my eyes, "Oh God, dude! Really?"

The elf turned around, he was actually just shaking a glass vial in his hands, "What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.