2BHank because yea bro.

.wake up p1.

3rd person/2B pov lmao :

It was at least 4:50am. Nobody was awake at the moment except for 2B. He was up on his computer, checking files and looking through photos ect.. until.
He heard something

It sounded.. weird.. like you've heard a piano being slammed down on cats and it's all been distorted. Pretty loud. The man ignored it. He thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

It happened again. And again. And again. And again, until 2B closed down the device.

And then it started again but louder. "God fucking dammit.." he whispered, looking over his shoulder. He'd almost forgotten about someone. Hank. They'd been slept in the study for a while now.

Then the noise started again. The same sound but a voice coming from between it. "2B. Come on. Come here" what the fuck?.

This thing was fucking luring him somewhere?

Well it was hella working. He'd put himself in a fucking trance and tried to follow the sound of the voice and sound.

He grabbed a coat from his chair and then left the study.

He heard the voice get clearer as he wandered around. Then it stopped at the front door.

2B didn't waste any time here. He made the quietest attempt to open the door, which was successful. He closed it again, put the coat on and continued to follow the voice.

He's slowly falling out of this trance like state. His mind is just flooding with thoughts. "What the fuck am I doing?" "where am I going?" Stuff like that.

Until he came to a halt. The voice stopped. The sound described as cats being slammed on by pianos was playing back and forth in his head and he could hear something else underneath the sound.

The voice came back. It laughed metallicly and cold, then left again. This was a fucking joke. He had just followed some dumb trap sent out probably by the fucking Auditor. yAaY. Just grea-

...

"God dammit. I thought I could use you again.. apparently not."

3rd person/Hank pov ⁰0⁰ -

5:57am

Hank had woken up an hour or so ago when they heard somebody moving round the building, which did stop eventually. They suspected it was 2B as he'd be up at this time since 1am usually, but 2B would've come back an hour ago.

Hank stood up and decided to put on some clothes. And then they walked out. To them, 2B mysteriously disappearing wasn't normal when it was almost 6am.

"Doc.." The mag called out through the house. The only thing they could hear was Sanford and Deimos snoring. They repeated themself.

"Doc"... again?,

"DOC. WHERE ARE YOU?!" They called out one last time. But nobody came.

They looked around the living room and noticed the rack of keys on the side of the wall.

Where were 2B's keys?

He'd left.

A normal person would assume that he had went for a rather long walk. But who the fuck takes a walk at 6am. Especially when they are as tired as 2B all day!?.

Hank took a look at the door and its handle. Door then handle. Door then handle. "I'm finding Doc."

□■□■□■ time skip □■□■□■

Hank had been searching through the nights of Nevada for a while until they came across a group of people. They were surrounding someone or something. The people and a few agents poked at it and snickered as they hit it with sticks and just their own weapons in general.

"What this..?" Hank walked over to the group, hearing what they were saying made them confused..

"Jeez. Your fucking Auditor dude really wants this smuck, Ey?"
"Better believe it. Very intelligent is what the boss says"
"Quiet you gay asses. If he wakes up, he'll call for help or at least beat our asses. So keep hitting it until I get a call from big boss man himself."
"Jeez, dude, fine."
"Wh0re. Ya really can't catch a break, can ya?"
"Shut up and do it."
"Alright."

They were arguing between themselves, they didn't notice that Hank was coming closer toward them to see what the commotion was.

Oh

They had solved their main question. That's all I'm saying.

They turned over to one of the agents and

*crunch*

their head is no more. This got the attention of the other people, who Hank gladly took care of.

They diverted their attention back to what they were hitting.
"Hey..?
Wake up-" Hank coughed a bit, they weren't very pleased when no response came.

"Wake up.." they repeated, prodding and lightly shaking it. They knew what/who it was..

They were genuinely getting nervous after a few more attempts of asking it to wake up.

"Screw... it.."

Hank picked them up and carried them back to their base.

°•°•°more timeskip•°•°•°

Hank had been treating to the person as soon as they got back. They brough some food and water for when they woke up and looked

They tried their best to care for the wounds on the body, which looked like splatters of paint which had been stained by large splodges of dirt. There were many wounds.

There were mainly bruises and scratches from previous injuries, but one of the sticks that an agent had been using had left a scrape along the back of the person. It was slowly bleeding, but Hank knew what to do. They'd observe how this was done before so they could do it for themselves if the person wasn't around.

After fixing their back up, Hank tried to wake them up again
"..Wake up.."
No response
"..wake up"
Again. No response.
"Please"
Yet again
"..wake. now."
...
"Doc. Wake up."

He'd just lay there unmoving. Hank usually wouldn't describe or express how the felt, but they just began to cry. Small sobs. It wasn't going to wake Doc any faster. He was breathing still, but just not waking up. Hank wanted to feel happy, but that would be seeing Doc awake so they wouldn't have to worry about him just.. dying. That would make them fall apart mentally..

"Doc. Please." Still nothing. The only thing that could be hear was small breaths and Hank sobbing.

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