RICKROLL; p. bouchard

1. If Kidnapper, Why Hot?

RING. RING. RIIIING.
You bolted awake, surprised by the sound of your phone. You always put it on silent. Why is it ringing? Better yet, who in their right mind would call you right now? It was almost 4 am, and your friends should be fast asleep.
You blink a little bit to help your eyes adjust to the light, and look at your phone. It's an unknown number. There is no option to decline the call.
"Hello?"
You say, trying your best to sound like you didn't just wake up.
"Hello. Are you Y/N?"
The voice sounds tired, with an impatient undertone. You can hear keyboard noises in the background.
"Depends who's asking."
The voice on the other line sighs, and tries their best to mask the irritation in their voice in their next sentences.
"You can call me Player," The voice pauses, "Two days ago, my team and a criminal organization caught your rickroll virus," The unknown caller who you now know as Player says while click-clacking away at a keyboard.
"The criminal organization is hunting you down, and may come any minute now. Please look outside your window and come with us instead, we will be merciful. They will not."

A criminal organization?! you've got to be shitting me.

"Please hurry with your decision, we don't have much time."
"How do I know I can trust you? this all seems balls to the fucking walls, my guy."
Player broke a faint chuckle, "Well, if I'm lying, the only thing you have to lose is looking outside your window and seeing nothing. I'm trying to save your life, they'll be here any minute now. If you come with us, and look outside the window, a lady in red will pick you up. It's best to do what she says."
You thought it over for a minute, and agreed. You got dressed as fast as you could, put your phone in your pocket and peeked through your window looking around-
-"EEEEP!!"
You screamed as you got yoinked from your dorm window and were now gliding with a lady in red covering your mouth with one of her hands and holding you with the other, everything moving too fast for your half asleep self to process. So, you decided to live in the moment and enjoy the cool breeze of 4 am h/t air against your head, passing by your school's main building, a green building buffed with lush plants, and the warm embrace of a pretty lady in red.
I mean, if kidnapper, why hot, amirite?
You almost fell asleep in her arms when-
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-SWOOSH!
You were now being carried by a different woman, and this time she's on foot, running incredibly fast, in a black and green catsuit. She's a lot more aggressive and the claws on her gloves are grazing your skin, which ngl bro, kinda hurts.
Wait.
Player only mentioned the lady in red. not the lady in green.
You thought as you panicked, trying your best to scramble out of her arms.
But alas, she scoffs and tightens her grip on you, claws digging in further, making you yelp and tense up, shrinking into yourself. After a while of enduring the claws sinking into your skin and keeping your eyes shut, you grunt as the woman drops you to the floor.
Blinking your eyes open, you see that you are no longer outside, but are now inside a cargo area of sorts. You're also in restraints, keeping you from being able to move much.
You start to hyperventilate, and tears start falling as your mind races with panic.
Where am i? What's going on? Will i ever see my family, my friends again?
Ugh, this was all because of that stupid virus. I'm getting trafficked because i wanted to be funny, i wanted attention.
You let yourself rot in your intrusive thoughts for god knows how long, until the woman came back, this time with two men, one tall and slender with dark skin and droopy eyes, and the other, a stocky build, doe eyes and a frosted tip hairstyle.
You also got a good look at the woman that you presumed brought you here. Pale skin, very short light blonde hair, a mole under her lip, piercing blue eyes and expressive eyebrows, evident in how she seems to be arguing pettily with the two men. They stopped arguing for a second when they noticed you staring at them with wide eyes.
The tall man clicked his tongue, " This is the kid?" he asked with a heavy french accent and an almost disgusted tone, before someone from the back retorts,
"Yeah, and V.I.L.E. isn't going to be laying a finger on them. I'll be taking it from here."
The three immediately turned around and got into battle positions, and you tried to keep track of what was happening through the swift, professional hits and dodges and the like. You realized that it was the lady in red, that she had come to rescue you, or so you had hoped.
She had long, voluminous auburn hair that concealed most of her other features, and was decked head-to-toe in red. Her trench coat, her hat and her entire aura all donned a glowing crimson, it was inspiring, watching her fight three people and still hold her own. Hell, it seemed as though she wasn't even struggling.
You were absolutely captivated by her, the way she fights, the way she uses her surroundings to her advantage. The way she maneuvers around the red crates and boxes, almost like it was second nature to her. You gazed at her like you were a six year old girl and she was the super cool lady you saw at the mall that had cotton candy pink hair and glittery makeup.
Before you knew it, the fight was over, and she was victorious. She noticed you gawking at her and let out a small chuckle, walking over to free you. You got a better look at her face. Cinnamon skin, grey eyes like the calm of a storm. She was absolutely gorgeous. You held your breath as she removed your restraints, and you wiggled your body a bit as to get used to being able to move again.
You followed her out of the cargo area, and rubbed your eyes for the sunlight to register properly.
She held your hand and basically dragged you around until she stopped at an alley, tapping her earring and speaking to it.
"Player, i'm here. Send in Zack and Ivy."
"Got it, anything else?"
"Is there anywhere to eat around here? The twins are probably hungry and i doubt Y/N here has eaten anything."
"Well, you're on the outskirts of H/T right now, the local specialty is F/F. Apparently, there's a place around here that makes theirs really well."
The lady in red thought it over for a bit, and then turned to you.
"Hey, Y/N, we're going to get food when our getaway driver arrives. Does F/F sound good to you?"
You nodded, "Mhm, it's my favorite!"
She nodded in approval, and asked you if you knew anything noteworthy about H/T to which you happily explained the culture, history, customs and anything else that you deemed interesting and good to know.
Not too long after you finish telling her all this, a car pulls by and the windows roll down to reveal a redheaded man with black sunglasses, which he lifts up to reveal two cornflower blue eyes, glinting with mischief.
"Hey Carm, need a ride?"
The woman in red smiles, and you two get in the car. Sitting in the shotgun seat is another redhead, this time a peacefully sleeping woman. She looks very similar to the man, so you assume that they are siblings.
"Alright, Player, give us directions."
The lady in red says, and a map pops up on the car screen.
"Way ahead of you. Just follow the red trail and you'll be led to your destination."
The redheaded man nods and starts driving.
Not too long after being in the car, you start to feel really sleepy, and start to doze off. You try not to, you desperately tried to stay alert.
But can you blame yourself, you've been awake since 4 am and you were not a morning person. And before you knew it, you tilted your neck down as to try and not lean on anyone in the car, and you were out like a light.
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thank you for reading chapter 1! i hope you enjoyed reading this trainwreck and i encourage you to pester me for more if you liked this. goodbye.

-michi

word count:
with a/n : 1469 (nice)
without a/n : 1438