Forget Me (sequel to Remind Me)

Nine: #EatMorChikin

Forget Me

Ch 9: #EatMorChikin

Jason's POV

I'm too focused to breathe as I carefully maneuver my way into the toaster slot. Ian is hanging on to the back of my jet pack, making sure I don't run into any toaster wires that my back is faced to.

It's hot in here, really hot. I've only been down here for half a minute, and I'm already sweating buckets. It's like being cooked- oh.

This must be what chicken feels like. (#EatMorChikin!)

I wonder what Ty feels like?

We lower down even more, and then we finally reach the bottom. "Ty!" I shout, and even that small action makes me tired. Good Notch, we have to get Ty out of here now. "TY! We're here to help you!" Ian lets go of my jet pack and walks ahead of me, moving towards Ty.

"C'mon, Ty, we're getting you out of here," he says quietly. His steps are slow. Mine are, too.

Ty just moans, burying his head in his knees.

"Ty, buddy, you have to work with us," I say as Ian and I wonder how on earth we're going to get him out of here if he doesn't have enough strength to hold onto the jet pack.

"J-Jason?" Ty asks weakly.

"Yeah! Yeah, it's me, Ty!" I confirm happily, wiping the sweat off my forehead. "We're leaving the toaster now, but you have to help us out, okay?"

"Mkay," he drawls, lifting his head a bit. His face is bright red. I lean forward and press my palm against his forehead for a moment, and then I yank back.

"He's literally burning hot," I inform Ian, who reaches forward to feel Ty's head and then jumps back just like I did.

"He's not gonna be able to hold on to the jet pack, we'll have to carry him somehow," Ian says.

"We won't be able to, Ian. I've got to steer the jet pack, so I can't hold him, and I know you can't do it on your own. Ty's light, but not that light, and besides, the way he is now, he'd just be dead weight."

"HERE!" someone shouts. I look up to see Sky leaning over the side of the toaster slot. "TAKE THIS!"

I growl. "SKY, DON'T YOU DARE FALL IN HERE-" I begin to yell. Then a stack of budder blocks falls down next to me, and I give him a quizzical look.

"YOU CAN JUMP-BUILD YOUR WAY UP HERE!" he explains.

My eyes widen. That might actually work. Wait, no it won't. "CAN'T!" I yell up to him. "TY WON'T BE ABLE TO JUMP!"

Sky shrugs, rummaging around in his backpack. A few seconds later, two more stacks of budder fall in front of me. "OKAY, MAKE A CRAPPY BUDDER STAIRCASE INSTEAD!"

Hmm. Will that work? I pick up the budder blocks and begin placing them in a staircase formation. This could work, this could really work. "Here, Ian, try to get Ty over to the start of this staircase, and then we can help him up together."

"Actually, now that I won't have to hold on to your jet pack with one hand, I think I'll be able to carry him on my own. All you have to do is build the staircase as we go up," Ian says, lifting Ty's limp body and carrying it bridle style towards the staircase.

I nod, carefully flying up behind the staircase and adding the next layer of budder blocks.

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"Kay, careful not to touch the wires when you get him over!" I instruct, flying up on top of the toaster and watching as Ian pulls Ty up here as well.