Chapter 10 - A new problem.

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Bill's Perspective

My eyes flicker open, and I feel a weight on the left side of my body.
I lift up my head to see the cause of this, only to see a small, fragile creature laid beside me, limbs latched onto me.
Cute.
I attempt to lift up one arm, but it swiftly gets dragged back down, slamming onto the bed. I slowly begin to remember last night's events, it's all coming back.

I hear strange sounds coming from the main room, talking, whispers, grappling hook...GRAPPLING HOOK?!

I gently lift Pinetree off of me, and roll out of bed, careful not to wake him. I hear mumbling coming from Pinetree, so I place a pillow where I was laid, I really don't want him to wake up yet.

I dash out of the room, bare feet padding across the cold floor, and I reach the main room, but I'm too late, their all up here, but...where's Mabel?

I'm guessing she didn't want to come, to leave Pinetree alone - she's doing this for him.
But why do they have her grappling hook, what happened?

"Bill!" Shit, it's Sixer, "Stop keeping our nephew hostage! Let him go!" He raises a gun, a large blue cylinder machine, lined with grey and silver. It's most likely a gun designed to kill me, without harming anyone else, You've gotten better Fordsy.

He fires at me, but quickly moving out of the way, I easily dodge the first bullet. Again, he shoots, and still misses. I yell out, "Oh come on Sixer! Get good!" I roll my eyes, unaware of the third bullet coming straight towards me, but I start walking to my bedroom, and he misses another shot.

I open the door, slipping through the thin opening I created. Footsteps are heard, noise increasing with every step.
I calmly sit on the bed, relaxing my tensed shoulders, and begin to play with his hair, my fingers occasionally running though it.

I notice he's woken up, his eyes barely visible underneath his eyelids. "Mm, morning Bill." He murmurs. "Good morning, sleep well?" I respond, and he nods. But...

The door bursts open, flying off its hinges, and Sixer yells , GET OFF OUR NEPHEW YOU SICK BASTARD!"

DUN DUN DUUUUN

What happens next? Will we ever know? Bye.

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