Your Trust Means Nothing (An AvA Oneshot)

Your Trust Means Nothing

(Third Person POV)

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All Alan wanted was his sticks to be safe.

Now he had been abducted.

With the way things had been going, he wasn't all that surprised. Victim was no doubt pissed at him. He had certainly grown over the years. It was still a mystery of how he was able to come back from the clutches of death itself, but now wasn't the time to question that.

He was stuck in a glass box with an illuminated white floor. The space around this box was just surrounded with gray, dull walls and a few wall TVs. Sitting alone, he couldn't help but wonder how long this had been coordinated. It freaked him out a little, admittedly, but he had to give it to them, it was pretty well done.

He had no idea who Victim had hired in real life to take him away. Alan hadn't gotten the chance to look at their face as they carried him off. All that he knew is that they were pretty strong. If he tried hard enough, maybe he could get out. Then again, they probably had a team, and he was here for a reason anyway. If he got out, he'd put his friends back in danger. It just wasn't worth it.

Alan had been in this glass box for what he thought was at least a day. Counting time was hard, but with nothing else to do, you might as well.

Laid out on the floor, he stared at the dark gray ceiling for god knows how long. That was until he saw one of the TVs flicker on.

"You know, it's interesting seeing you act like this. To think you were previously so full of life. Reduced to nothing. Wonder who that sounds like.."

He didn't even have to look up to know who was talking.. or putting text on the screen. He took a simple glance at it, staying quiet.

"Not talking, are we? That's alright. I don't want to hear your ugly voice anyway. I got a lot to say to you, I'm sure you know."

Alan sat up.

"Ah! And before you ask, yes, I set your sticks free. Not entirely, however. They have ankle monitors, so if you escape, we'll simply hold them hostage again."

Alan let out a sigh of relief. That's all he needed to hear.

"I find it funny how much you care for Chosen now. Do you think you can just change your mind like that on a dime? Did you really think you'd never have to face the consequences of your actions? Well, even 'gods' such as yourself have to pay for crimes."

"How did you even find me? Out of curiosity." Alan kept his cool, coming to terms with his situation. He was scared, no question, but he wasn't gonna get over this by being scared.

"Ah, that. Well we tried to get it out of Chosen first, but he's stubbornly tough. Refused to say anything. Gotta give it to him, he's bold. Then we tried Yellow. Said that he didn't know. We tried to get it out by force, but it turns out he genuinely didn't know. For how careless you are, you somehow managed to evade us. And then, I got an idea. I just asked my spy! I have no clue why I didn't do it earlier."

Alan raised an eyebrow. "A.. spy?"

"Mhm. Well no doubt you wouldn't know. The point of a spy is to, well, you know, spy."