*Bad POV*
Now, I didn't know George all that well, but we were just in the middle of a conversation, and he dropped off with no warning. What a muffiny thing to do. I only hoped that he was okay.
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I was starting to get really worried at this point, but I got ready for work. When I got there Ammon was behind the counter, chewing the inside of his lip.
"Has George responded to any of your messages?"
I shook my head. "The muffin hasn't said anything, no."
"I hope he's okay."
"I do too. Maybe he ran out of minutes?" I knew that it was wishful thinking, but also that it was plausible, like running out of mobile data in the middle of a discord conversation with your best friend.
Ammon seemed to receive it well and he calmed down significantly.
I already had a bad feeling in my gut about what might have happened to him.
*??? POV*
It wasn't like George to not return my calls, and it certainly wasn't like him to not respond to my messages, and it most of all wasn't like George to not respond to anything the next day.
I was currently driving nervously in the direction of the bridge I knew that he hung out at, and when his car came into view I audibly sighed in relief, until I realized that the lights weren't on, and that it was past dusk, and he was always awake and watching for people at this time. I parked and turned off my own car, then got out and ran across the gravelly road.
Sure enough, his car was deserted. This worried me, a lot. I took the spare key from my key ring, but soon found that it didn't need to be unlocked, which made the alarm bells louder in my head. Something happened to George, there was no doubt.
I started to worriedly pace back and forth before walking to the bridge as a sort of last hope. If he was anywhere, he was there. One way or the other.
As I was walking I stepped on something that crunched, like glass. I looked down and lifted my foot, finding a phone. Not just any phone, George's phone, the one I helped him buy three years ago. My hands shook as I picked it up, the screen was shattered beyond repair or screen protectors, but my some miracle it was still functional.
I clicked on the text app, which had over fifty notifications on it, and typed on his most recent contact, a group chat between BadBoyHalo and Ammon Noah, whoever those were. There was a conversation, then it died and there were concerned messages. I texted.
Hello?
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Muffin! Are you okay?
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I second that. Are you alright George?
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This isn't George, I'm a friend of his.
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Oh, nice to meet you!
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WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS PHONE?!
GIVE IT BACK TO HIM IM SURE HE WANTS IT!!
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Ammon, that was rude.
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Well I'm not wrong, he probably wants his phone back.
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I don't know where George is. He's not here, I found this on the floor.
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OH NO!
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Where are you?
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Uh, at an old bridge. It's where he normally stays, I don't know if he wants to give that information to you. Where is a place we could meet up?
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The park outside my house! It's lovely.
It has roses and other flowers
And it has benches
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Bad you can stop rambling.
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And it has trees
And places that we can talk
And it's pretty and smells great.
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Bad.
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>.>
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Okay then, let's go there. Address?
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34 on Pacemill Rd.
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Got it.
I turned off the phone and carried it with me to the bridge, where I found nobody. Nobody at all, no one was approaching and nobody was there, which was a bit of a comfort to me.
I ran back to my car, locked George's, and got in, backing out and just prayed that he would be okay.
*Skeppy POV*
Take a walk in a park they said. It'll be fun they said. Now I was stuck in a tree, what could have gone worse? I sighed, wishing that I'd brought my phone with me so that I could at least call someone. Maybe Clay. He seemed nice enough to actually put up with my antics, and he also seemed like he needed to get out and socialize with people more often.
I looked down again, then clutched the trunk even tighter than before. Why did I ever think that it was actually a good idea to climb a tree? Why why why why why.
I guess that I'm one with the squirrels now. Oh well people, it was nice knowing you.
I sighed, closing my eyes and pretending that I wasn't here, and that I was back at the shop, working my late hours, or at home in my bed, or hanging out with Clay, or anywhere but here. I hated heights. Why did I think this was a good idea.
I heard talking and shuffling around below me, which surprised me because most of the time nobody was out and about at 12:39 in the morning. This was my chance.
"HEY! A LITTLE HELP?!"
The people below startled badly, the all jumped and I felt bad for scaring them and inconveniencing them already.
"What the muffin?? How did you get up there?"
Cute.
No. No no no. Nope. Not interested, they seem to have a joyfriend. Nope.
The person next to them was holding their hand and rubbing their palm in a calming manner, which made me feel the slightest bit jealous but I pushed it down because I didn't even know any of these people, I was just asking for help. By interrupting their conversation. Or whatever else they were doing.
"I climbed the tree?" I rolled my eyes playfully while smirking. Looking at them made it so that I could look down.They we're a good focus point. They seemed to have an equal amount of sass though.
"Then climb back down?" They rolled their eyes in turn, and I decided to get into it.
"I don't know, I'm a dude in distress, I think that you would be my hero to pick me up and get me out of this dastardly situation!" I pretended to faint, throwing my hand to my face for comedic effect. However, they seemed to take my seriously and shouldered off the purse that they had on, telling the one that was holding their hand to hold it.
Then they went to the base of the tree, and impressively even with the ripped jeans and crop tops they managed to get up to my spot with ease.
"See? Not so bad if I say so myself." They held out their hand. "My name is Bad, what's yours?" I shook their hand.
"Skeppy, he/him." I smiled at them, they seemed nice.
"Oh! I go by he/they." He smiled back. "Let's get you down from there, yeah?"
I laughed. "Yeah." My stomach twisted into an uneasy knot. I took and released a deep breath and slowly followed him down.
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The Citizen Soldier (DNF)
Fanfic!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way...
