[OUTDATED] No Escape- A Bob MOD AU Fic

Chapter 9

Shuttle Man stared in awe at the being before him. It had hit him that he recognized who this was, as unbelievable as it was to see.

"I-" the racquet-headed one tried, voice cracking. "What did..."

"Are you okay???" Shuttle asked, falling to his knees and grabbing their hands, "Is that you?"

The racquet blabbed something inaudible, struggling to form words. Until they clutched Shuttles hands tightly. Almost tight enough to cut of circulation, but Shuttle didn't care.

"What did he do..." They finally got out, anger steadily filling their newfound voice, "What the fuck did he DO?!!"

"Oh, Honey..." Shuttle murmered as he scooted closer, "I dunno either.."

Tears filled the racquets newly-gained eyes, brow knit. "S-Shuttle... I..."

He kissed them gently, first on the lips, then a few times on the cheek. He then gently smiled at them.

"Hey, I'm here."

"I don't understand.." Racquet sniffled, "I-I remember everything.. but I... I'm thinking- is this thought??"
They held the sides of their head, shaking it, "I never thought before.. I didn't see anything.. I didn't hear anything... I-I wasn't anything but I remember it and I remember you and...  Oh god, Shuttle, what did they do to you?" They cried, trembling.

Shuttle put his hands on their cheeks. "I'm okay, honey, it's okay-"

"But it's not okay! You're a... whatever you are, and I'm.. I-" they stammered, "I am! We didn't... we didn't ask for this!"

Shuttle kissed them again,  then hugged them, nuzzling his face into their shoulder. "Shh.. honey, we're  still together, right?"

Racquet sobbed, hands scrabbling for purchase at Shuttle's back, finally balling his shirt into their hands. They held each other for some time, Racquet crying and Shuttle holding back his own tears.

After a while, Racquet pulled back and wiped their face. Shuttle laid his hands on their shoulders.

"I love you." He said, "Uh- wait-" He then added, hands sliding down Racquet's arms as he thought about something else. "Are you okay with me saying that, actually?  You're like- alive now, for real."

"It's okay" Racquet reassured him with a weak smile, "I remember you. I'm new to like.... actually having boundaries? But you were never bad when I didn't have them."

"Ohhh good!" Shuttle said, overexaggerating his relief and wiping his brow. "I can actually get bitches."

Racquet cracked up, laughing through their tears. And wow, their laugh was so adorable. Somehow, despite their head being a literal racquet, their face flushed and they took squeaky breaths in between breaths. Shuttle couldn't help but laugh along for a few seconds.

"Okay, Honey," He finally went on, "Name and pronouns?"

"Uhm..." they responded, blanking. "I... don't really know. I guess Racquet works? For now?" They scratched the back of their head, "It/it's was fine, but maybe now also They/Them? I don't know."

"We can figure it out later. Maybe right after...."  Shuttle's words drifted, as he looked around once again. "...Uh.. Where are we?"

"Wherever Bob decided to fucking imprison us." Racquet responded with bitterness in their tone, "that two-faced bastard"

"I couldn't agree more, but calm your tits, babe. We'll get out of this!!"

"I hope so.."

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Ron let out a light hissing noise in pain as the bandage touched his wound.

"owwww!"

"Grip your pant leg, Ron" Leonard responded, running around Ron to wrap the bandage around his body. "Its a weird method but it helps.

"How am I gonna do that with you runnin' around me like that?" He asked, trying to ignore the pain of the hole in his chest. He did still grip his pant leg like he was told.

Leonard only responded with looking at him, before proceeding to run behind Ron and jump through the space between his arm and body.
He grinned smugly at his son, "like that."

"Ahah.. right." He's definetly not used to his father being this small.
Leonard  didn't take long to finish patching up the hole. He crawled over Ron's shoulder and around his body once more, in order to make sure the bandages wouldn't slip. They probably wouldn't have in the first place, but Leonard wanted to make sues. He soon finished it off with tying the ends of the bandage together in a knot.

"A'ight.. should be good until we get you to a hospital." He said, giving a supportive pat on his sons back before getting in front of him again.

"Which leads me to finally ask," He seemed incredibly calm before, but now... "ARE YOU OKAY?!? WHAT THE HELL DID THAT OVERSIZED MARSHMALLOW DO TO YOU?!! HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE AFTER JUST WHAT I SAW?!!" He went full-on worried father moment.

Ron couldn't help but tear up. Not from Leonard's yelling, but from the memories of everything that's been going on. "I.. I DONT EVEN KNOW ANYMORE!!" The folder boy gripped his head. "I-i don't know how long I've been here.. I don't know how long Bob left me impaled on that spike.. I don't know how I haven't keeled over and DIED. That, the fact I haven't eaten since before I got here, hell- I WAS JUST BLEEDING OUT!!"

Papers were falling out of his head. He seemed to have noticed, as he picked one of them up. The missing poster.
"I-i don't even know how I have th-these stupid things in my head..." He crumpled it up, and buried his face in his knees, finally allowing himself to sob after all this time.

Leonard watched more papers fall out of his head, catching one of them to take a look.
He
Couldn't even tell what it said. He knew there was text, but there were so many layers of it, that any attempt to make out what it said was futile.
He looked back at his son, and came closer, before hugging him. Leonard being as small as he is now didn't make it really easy, but he still had to do it.
Ron looked back at his tiny dad, picked him up in his hands, and held him close. The best he could do to hug him back without potentially crushing him.  He needed this. Company in general, really.

After a few minutes of familial hugging, Leonard asked "You okay now?"

"...sure." Ron responded as he wiped any remaining tears onto his sleeve, "fine as I can be I guess..."

"I get that, kid.." He patted Ron's hand supportively, "We gotta find a way outta here. There definefy has to be some way. Especially if Bob's been able to travel back and fourth"

"He's a god, Dad."

"That would explain it." He uttered, "still. We're gonna get outta here, okay? One way or another. Okay?"

"..." Ron smiled slightly at his father. "..Okay."

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Hiiii another A/N how fun
Just crediting JewelyMB again for writing a majority of the shuttle/Racquet stuff.
Also QnA thing.

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