I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 28 - waste

TW: violence, cursing, yelling, character death & graphic description of injury/gore.
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Sapnap POV:
I had stayed up all night racking my mind around any fact that Dream would let me in on, which wasn't much. In the end, only three useful pieces of information came to mind.

When I had finished writing, I folded the paper and continued to sit in the uncomfortable chair silently. In all honesty, I was terrified. I knew that Dream was furious right now.

Regardless on if- to some extant -I was a valuable asset to his plan, I knew that I would be facing consequences.

As I continued to think of and make up ways I could get out of all this, I noticed the rooms door opening, which quickly snapped me out of my train of thought.

Phil walked in and sat back in the chair beside me as he took notice of the folded paper.

"There.. isn't much on the paper. He didn't like us knowing too much." I said flatly, offering an apologetic frown to Phil.

"It's alright mate. Anything helps." He replied, scanning over the contents of the paper before nodding and standing up. "I need to go talk with the others, but I believe that Quackity is coming to talk to you soon."

I felt both dread and happiness when Phil said that, and I wanted to ask if he knew when, but as I look up the door had just shut. Letting out a long sigh, I attempted to get some sleep.

Quackity POV:
The next morning I woke up to a strange noise while I was sprawled out on the floor. Confusion filled my mind until I remembered that I let Tommy sleep in my bed for the night.

With that matter resolved, I turned to searching for the source of the sound, which I quickly realized was my phone ringing. Getting up and walking to the desk where I left it the night before, I instantly felt more awake when I saw the contact name.

"Hey! Karl! What's up?" I asked happily as I answered the phone.

"Hi, Q! Im in the lobby of the hotel, the receptionist said she can't let me in unless I have 'proof I know you.' Whatever that means, so could you come down and get me?" He asked, a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment in his voice.

"Of course! I'll be right down. Love you, Karl." I said, a smile on my face.

"Love you too quackity!" Karl replied quickly, hanging up as who I assume to be the receptionist began speaking again.

Turning around to find my shoes, I noticed Tommy sitting up in the bed looking at me wide eyed.

"Karl's here?!" He asked excitedly.

"Yup! Just down in the lobby! I was just about to go down and get him." I said, laughing slightly.

"Say less! I'm coming with you." Tommy replied, jumping out of bed and grabbing his sneakers before opening the door and running down the hallway.

I stood there for a minute, confused, before I began running after him.

"WAIT UP, TOM!" I yelled, to which he only began running quicker.

Karl POV:
After I finished speaking with the receptionist, I walked off towards the lobbies seating area and mindlessly started to play games on my phone.

I sat there for maybe 4 minutes before I heard yelling from the hallway. Looking up quickly, I saw Tommy rushing into the lobby with quackity not far behind him.

I sat there struggling to hold back my laughter as I watched them scan the room quickly. Realizing that they were most likely not going to spot me I stood up and began walking towards them.