TW: MENTIONS OF EXPLOSIVES, CUSSING
*PICO'S P.O.V.*
"𝑼𝒈𝒉..." I open my eyes, imeddiatly closing them because of a bright light. I notice the comfortable couch I'm laying on. I open my eyes, now prepared for the light and see a giant bomb right in my face.
"𝑨𝑯𝑯𝑯!" I screamed.
"𝐴𝐻𝐻-𝐻!" The bomb screamed, his voice glitching a bit.
"Sʜᴜᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴡʜɪᴛᴍᴏʀᴇ! Kᴇɪᴛʜ ɪs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ!" A woman's voice, kind and chill.
I was sitting up now and the bomb-head, who I'm guessing to be 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, backed all the way up to the wall, as an average height girl with curly, black hair and dark tan skin walked towards 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.
"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝑰!?" I demanded.
"Cᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. Iᴛ's ᴏᴋᴀʏ. Lᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ." She said in a reassuring tone. She then turned around to help the other guy up. And turned back to me.
"I'ᴍ Cᴀʀᴏʟ. A ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ Kᴇɪᴛʜ's." She said. Then nudged bomb-dudes arm. For some reason he looked...nervous.
"𝐼-𝐼-𝐼-𝐼'𝑚 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦." His voiced glitched. Odd. Cᴀʀᴏʟ then proceeded to explain on how they found me and 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑 passed out and helped us.
"𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉?" I asked. Acting like 𝐾𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ hadn't forgotten my existance.
"𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝 𝑦𝑒𝑡." 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦 replied solemly.
"Hᴇ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ." Cᴀʀᴏʟ replied, trying to lift the mood.
"𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?" I said sitting up.
"Wᴏᴡ, ʀᴜᴅᴇ. Nᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ 'Tʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ sᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ.'? She said crossing her arms. I looked at her and then quickly looked back turning a bit red.
"𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚." I said looking down.
"Hᴜʜ?" I heard the girl say. I looked up and saw bomb-head whispering something to her.
"Oʜ ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ʙʏᴇ ʙᴀʙᴇ." She had said as 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 turned and walked into the other room, holding his left arm.
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎?" I asked a little concerned.
"Uʜᴍ...ʜᴇ...ᴜʜ...ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ...ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ...ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ...ᴛʜᴇ..ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ..." she said trailing off. She said it like 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒐 would be mad at him for it.
"𝑶𝑯...𝑶𝒉...𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘." I said, I didn't want to show her how guilty I felt, how weak I felt. But I didn't want to seem mean. There was an akward moment of silence between the two.
"I-ɪ ᴜʜ..." Cᴀʀᴏʟ stammered breaking the akward silence. I turned to face her.
"I ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏᴏᴅ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ..." She trailed off at the end, looking up at me for my reply.
"𝑼𝒉𝒉...𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉! 𝑰-𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒕..." I replied. Trying to make this meeting not as bad as it already was, while also making sure that I didnt show that I was starving. Seeing as I havent really ate all day.
"Oᴋᴀʏ!" She said. She sounded cool, confident. Her voice was smooth as she had casual small talk with 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒐 until they reached the kitchen. Cᴀʀᴏʟ had pulled out a chair and then gestured for him to sit. He did as he wad told considering he didnt have anything else to really do. As he sat his mind drifted. Drifted away from Cᴀʀᴏʟ. Away from 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑦. And away from himself until his thoughts landed on one thing. One person.
𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑.
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