Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Chapter 23

"It's a fine day to get publicly executed, ain't it?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Tommy snapped as the guards pulled them along. Needless to say, he wasn't particularly happy about the shit Punz had pulled, and he'd been looking forward to beating the crap out of Dream.

Unfortunately, that green bitch didn't seem to be present.

"Thought you were the kind to laugh in the face of death, Theseus," Techno remarked, and coughed into his elbow.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Strangely, the nickname Theseus didn't sound malicious when Techno said it. It sounded like the opposite, in fact, even though the guy was about as huge and intimidating as they came, and Tommy would be lying if he said he hadn't grown to like the guy. Also, from the ridiculous amount of weapons the guards had had to take off him, Techno probably had a lot of cool shit that Tommy was absolutely going to try and steal.

"If we get out of this alive, can I live next door to ya?" He asked.

Techno scowled. "No."

"Can I live in your attic?"

"Absolutely not."

"How about the cellar?"

Techno heaved an annoyed sigh. "Well, since it's highly unlikely that either of us'll make it out in one piece and even if we do I'll be dead by next month, fine. Why the hell not."

"Yes," Tommy hissed to himself.

"Will you guys shut the hell up?" Purpled snapped, jabbing Tommy in the back with the barrel of his gun.

"I don't shut the hell up for people who would sell me and my friends to Satan for a corn chip," Tommy retorted smugly. "I find those people absolutely not poggers."

Purpled stared at him blankly. "What the fuck does poggers mean? And what's a corn chip?"

"Heh," Techno chuckled.

"You two are driving me insane," Fundy muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know what? I'm tired of waiting. Purpled, do the thing."

Purpled raised his gun, aiming it at Tommy's head.

Everyone, even the guards, started to freak out. Well, except for Fundy, whose annoyed look didn't falter until Purpled fired.

To Tommy's utter astonishment, both of the guards hit the ground, dead.

"Oh Jesus Christ," Fundy squawked, jumping in alarm and then staring down in horror at one of the soldiers, whose jaw had been blown clean off by the bullet before killing them.