Take-Over: A BFB/TPOT AU

Chapter 47: Leaving and Escaping

Team: Death P.A.C.T

"Shoot!"

Blackhole floated away quickly. Behind, Bomby and Naily followed. They somehow found a laser that was similar to the one that managed to kill him in B.F.B. How? He didn't know, but he had to get away before a beam landed on him. In all his life, he'd never felt more afraid of death than now. He looked back and saw that Bomby was an arm's length away, trying to aim it directly at him. Panicking, Blackhole flew straight up, there was no way he could get him now! He stayed there, trying to catch his breath. Now alone, he could think about what just happened. He had gone out again, this time he had a lot of berries. Then, he heard Bomby and Naily, talking loudly. Blackhole hid, but sucked in multiple branches and leaves, and the other two seemed to have realized he was there. They immediately got out weapons, but it wasn't surprising, since their spaces were placed next to each other, but what was surprising was when Bomby pulled out the gun. He wasn't afraid of it at first, but then he started shooting it at him, and it got rid of the tree next to him. He knew it could kill him too, because no other gun could completely obliterate something, only burn or paralyze. They must've gotten it as one of the items in their chest.
Then he realized something he should've before: He can just fly above the trees and out of sight! Yeah, why didn't he do that earlier? He started moving, as he saw a few birds fly near him. He enjoyed this, being above the sky, all alone, just him and the birds-

*BAM*

He looked around him, as he saw one of the birds next to him disintegrate and turn into dust. He looked down, and saw Bomby and Naily, once again holding the gun, and pointing it at him. He needed to leave, his teammates were hurt and delusional, he needed to take care of them. He has to come back, he has to-

*Shing*

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"He's sure taking a while..."

Pen twiddled his thumbs, looking down at them while he waited quietly for Blackhole to come back. Nothing ever happened anymore, and it's been so uneventful that he's memorized when Blackhole comes back! Like dude, it's been way too long! Maybe he's in trouble... Nah, it's Blackhole, nothing can hurt him. Pen sat back, and looked at Bottle's room, with the door slightly open from when he came in this morning. A frown appeared on his face. Ever since he'd confessed, they barely talked. When he gave her food and tried to have small talk, she never replied and just took the plate that he gave her. They needed to talk. He knew she wasn't in a good place, since Tree died, and she really cared for him. She cared for him so much that she's being depressed. Bottle, depressed! He couldn't help but feel a little jealous of how much she cared but knew that she needed somebody to talk to. He could try again, but that would probably end up the same. Maybe when Blackhole comes back?
He contemplated his decisions, and made his decision, walking towards the room. He nodded slowly and opened the door, putting on a small grin. He looked at Bottle, who didn't even look up, and rather stared at the origami in her hands, quietly playing with it. He walked towards her bed, and sat down next to her, nothing. He edged closer, nothing. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she glanced at him before going back to the origami.

"Bottle, let's talk." He said with a soft voice. He didn't like her silence but didn't move. Bottle just kept fiddling with the folded paper and focused on how it looked like it had been through multiple folds. He reached toward her hands, putting his on it and giving eye contact. Bottle looked at him, and they stared at each other, unmoving, and seemed to be stopped in time. This felt like a staring contest, and the pressure in the room suddenly got thicker.

Bottle looked defensive, while Pen just looked with empathy and pity. Unable to keep this up, her eyes got watery, and soon tears came falling down. Pen just hugged her, and patted her back carefully, comforting her. "It's not fair! Why did he have to die?!" She choked between sobs. He just patted her back and tried to calm her down. This continued, and after a little while, she stopped, and laid in his arms, eyes puffy, snot coming down her nose slowly. He got her a tissue, and she took it gratefully, wiping her face and setting it down. She got off him and gave him a weak smile.