Can I Call This Home? (discontinued)

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Oh my god, a chapter? And I wrote it on my phone because Im waiting for my computer to get replaced? (I hate writing on my phone, please I need my computer soon)

Wilbur went much faster than I thought he would. The wind rushed past me, and I was holding very tightly to the sides of the truck, my fox plush held tightly between my legs.

Sapnap also seemed surprised, and wasn't fully holding onto the sides, so he slid slightly before grabbing on, yelling at Wil to be careful.

I don't think Wil heard him.

We swerved between cars, going faster and faster. But the car behind us wouldn't stop following us.

"We can't drive home yet!" Wil yelled, barely loud enough to hear over the wind "we have to lose them first"

My knuckles were going white with how much I was holding onto the sides of the truck, and across from me, Sapnap was holding onto his side just as tight as me.

"Sap! Do something!" Quackity yelled, and Sapnap looked at him quickly before looking back at the car.

"There's too many people around! Drive to a less busy area" Sapnap yelled back, and Wilbur swore from where he was swerving between cars.

Everything was just getting worse when we suddenly heard a gunshot sounding through the air.

The dart it shot rushed past my face, shooting through the open back window of the truck and then through the windshield. I was slightly surprised it wasn't a bullet, but I'm assuming they didn't want any more murder on their hands.

Wilbur swore loudly, then swerved into a back alley, forgetting to yell any warning to me and Sapnap and the entire truck tilted from the sudden turn at the speed we were going at.

"Warn us next time asshole!" Sapnap yelled as I was thrown into him. I pulled myself back to my side and glanced behind us, feeling my heart drop again when Sausage aimed his gun up again, aiming for my head.

Sapnap noticed it as well and looked around quickly.

"Ranboo help me stand up" I glanced over to him like he was crazy, but his face was rigid.

I gulped down my nerves and took one of his hands that he was offering me, pushing him up as his other hand grabbed onto whatever he could on the roof of the truck. Quackity glanced back at us and his jaw dropped when he saw what Sapnap was doing, but he just saluted Sapnap, still turned around and watching everything.

I supported Sapnap from his legs, as he lifted his hands up, closing his eyes and relaxing his shoulders, slight wobbling as Wilbur sped along.

I looked back and saw Joel looking confused but then everything went to shit.

I heard the fire before I saw it.

I heard the crickle crackles of flames and felt the heat by my face before red, orange and yellow flames rushed past me.

I gasped as the fire stole my oxygen, heating up my face, some of the flames nipping at my nose and ears. I could feel burns already forming. They didn't hurt much, as I was used to it, but it was never something this warm burning me. It was usually cold and wet, but this was strange and different.

The fire hit the other car full force, and from between the flames, I could see Joel dragging Sausage out of the car.

When the flames ended, the front of the car was melted, and destroyed, barely rolling on it's melted tires. I was surprised how much was destroyed by those flames, and surprised I hadn't been burned from them. Joel and Sausage were slightly behind the car, on the ground. Sausage was fiddling with something while Joel glared at me.

Then Sapnap collapsed.

I held him as his legs buckled, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His hands were warm, and orange veins flowed under his skin. He blew smoke from his mouth as I held him tightly, my other hand holding to the side of the truck, now holding on for both of our lives.

I glanced back at Sausage and Joel as we drove away, when there was a gunshot.

That's what Sausage was fiddling with.

I was an idiot.

That's why I didn't feel surprised when there was a sudden stab in my neck.

My hand left the truck side, reaching up and pulling the dart from my neck. It was quite small, and I was surprised it had managed to hit me, but Sausage had always had a good shot.

The only thing that made me concerned was the fact that inside of the little clear tube, there was a different tube, where a tiny bit of liquid was left, the rest of it gone.

And I knew exactly where it went when my eyelids dropped and I felt my eyes roll back as my body suddenly wouldn't hold itself up anymore.

Me and Sapnap slid to the back of the truck, and I tried my hardest to hold onto the last bit of consciousness I had, grabbing tightly to Sapnap and my fox plush before darkness suddenly took over me, my eyes closing and my body just seeming to stop, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

But I wasn't asleep. I could hear Quackity and Wilbur yelling over my heartbeat, felt the truck bumping over the road under me. I felt as Sapnap stirred slightly, and felt him grab me, dragging us both away from the truck's wiggly back door that had been threatening to open any minute before collapsing again, still holding us there while he drifted in and out of consciousness. I felt my phone and wallet shift in my pocket, felt the fox's plush soft fur in my arms.

But it was dark. I couldn't open my eyes, couldn't speak, couldn't move. I wonder if this is that was supposed to happen. If this is what the little dart was meant to do.

Maybe this was going to kill me.

But hours seemed to pass in that trucks back, with no clue where we were and how close we were to the foster house.

That was until the truck slowed then stopped, and I could head the engine stop. Sapnap stirred slightly, and adjusted me in his grip, holding me tightly.

I heard the truck door slam and heard someone run away yelling while someone different opened the door to the truck back, pulling themselves up.

I felt hands grab me, felt my limp arms and body get picked up by someone. Arms supported me from my knees and back, and my head was leaned into them. I felt my plush put between my stomach and their body, and I was happy to know they weren't leaving it there.

I felt the person jump down from the truck, and felt them run towards what I'm assuming was the house while others ran past.

I felt myself get passed into someone else's arms and felt myself get carried up stairs, before finally being set upon something soft.

A voice, Dream's I think, spoke, but it was muffled, like everything else had been. I heard others rushing through the halls and heard someone suddenly bust open my door, yelling something worriedly.

I was grabbed again, more reckless and quickly, and I felt the person holding me run down the stairs. And then down another set of them?

They didn't have that many stairs. Where was I?

I heard a door closed loudly and then everything went silent. I couldn't tell much of what was happening, but as I was put gently onto another soft mattress, I heard soft voices up the stairs.

I recognized them all, but one made my heart somewhat stop.

If Oli was here, I knew I wasn't safe