TharnType: When Colors Are Gone (Completed) //Mewgulf

Chapter 6: Nail Cutter

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This program contains scenes with mature themes, including strong language, intense emotional situations, and potentially disturbing content. Viewer discretion is strongly advised, especially for younger audiences.

(New character added: Champ, techno and dr. Khunpol)

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Type's POV

"I never wanted this to happen" I mumbled.

The cold, damp basement was a constant reminder of our dire situation. The walls seemed to close in, amplifying our desperation. I looked over at Phugun, who sat quietly, lost in his own thoughts. His silence was deafening, and I could see the guilt weighing heavily on him.

"Phugun," I said gently, trying to reach him. "We'll get out of this. We'll save Cirrus and Tharn."

Phugun didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the ground. He seemed to be struggling with the events that had led us here, blaming himself for Cirrus's fate. I didn't push him further, knowing that he needed time to process everything.

Tharn's POV

In the courtroom, I stood alone, my heart pounding in my chest. The fabricated evidence Ms. Nana had presented was damning, painting me as the mastermind behind the drug operation. Despite my pleas of innocence, the jury's verdict was swift and unforgiving. I was sentenced to life in prison.

My mind raced with thoughts of Type, Phugun, and Cirrus, who were still trapped. The knowledge that I was powerless to help them was agonizing. As the reality of my sentence sank in, I could only hope that somehow, they would find a way to escape and expose Ms. Nana's treachery.

Champ, Techno, and Dr. Khunpol's POV

Champ, Techno, and Dr. Khunpol were on their way to Type's place, chatting and laughing in the car. Techno was his usual playful self, teasing Champ about his relationship with Dr. Khunpol.

"So, Champ," Techno started with a grin, "when are you going to pop the question to Dr. Khunpol, huh? You know, make it official and all?"

Champ blushed and glanced at Dr. Khunpol, who was sitting next to him. "Techno, stop it. We're not in a rush," he said, trying to sound serious but failing to hide his smile.

Dr. Khunpol chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on Champ's shoulder. "Don't listen to him, Champ. We'll take things at our own pace."

Techno rolled his eyes dramatically. "You two are so boring! Come on, live a little. Life's too short to be so serious all the time."

Champ laughed and shook his head. "You're one to talk, Techno. When was the last time you went on a date?"

Techno feigned a wounded look, placing a hand over his heart. "Ouch, Champ. That hurts. But for your information, I've been on plenty of dates. I just haven't found the right one yet."

The three of them continued to banter and tease each other, the mood light and cheerful. They arrived at Type's house still joking and laughing, feeling good about surprising their friends.

Techno led the way, bounding up the steps to the front door and knocking loudly. "Type! We're here to crash your place and eat all your food!" he called out, grinning from ear to ear.

When there was no answer, Techno knocked again, this time more insistently. "Type? Tharn? Anybody home?"

The lack of response was unusual, and the laughter faded from their faces. Champ exchanged a concerned look with Dr. Khunpol. "Maybe they're not home," he suggested, though his voice was tinged with worry.