Hello again! I hope you all are doing well!
Anyway, here is another chapter, I enjoyed it, so I hope you all do as well!
TW -
Flashbacks (Don't know if this is one)
Blurred cursing
Feelings of worthlessness (Don't know if this is one)
Panic attack
If I missed any, please let me know!
"Mitchie darling... Won't you play with me?"
He couldn't breathe.
Viper couldn't breathe.
His throat was closing up like someone had wrapped their hands around his neck. Soon, he started seeing spots floating around in the air.
Viper, the great SS class wizard, was about to pass out from a panic attack.
Pathetic.
No matter what he tried though, he couldn't regulate his breathing.
Dangerous and idiotic to pass out in an alleyway, but Viper couldn't do anything about it at this point.
All he could do was sleep...
———
Faintly, in the edges of his consciousness, Viper heard a voice...
"You look like death."
"Your gonna be dead soon if you don't shut the **** up!" He growled out, still drifting in and out of sleep.
"Geez kid, just tryna help you out here."
Wha?
Opening his eyes, Viper scanned his surroundings. He was in some sort of tavern... Which was empty except for some strange-looking man standing over him.
"Who...?"
"Ah, I'm Captain Morgan, owner of this fine establishment!"
"And why exactly am I here?"
The man blinked in confusion, then smiled, "You were fast asleep outside my shop. I figured it wasn't the safest place to get some rest, so I brought you inside. Albeit with a bit of struggle, your one heavy boy with all those muscles!"
EH?
As much as he wanted to scream at this man for moving him without permission... He couldn't get rid of Kay's voice in his head, saying he should be grateful.
"Ehm. Okay."
That was the best this man was gonna get.
"What time is it?"
The man blinked, then glanced at the window behind Viper.
"Eh, I'd say it's about half past ten."
...
****!
"Bye."
———
Racing down the alleyways, it was only after Viper left that he realized he had no clue how to get back. Nevertheless, he wasn't one to give up easily, so he just kept running, hoping to find his way eventually.
He had no clue what day it was, but he knew he had to get back soon. If he took too long, they may just figure out a way to escape and leave without him.
He would not be left here!
Still running, everything blurred past him.
Buildings...Buildings...Buildings...Ritchie...Buildings...
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