FEARED [COMPLETED]

[15] | Pessimism

Your sarcasm won't save you.

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Baseball's eyes widened, he quickly grabbed Nickel. He glanced at Test Tube with wide eyes.

Test Tube gazed back, "We need to run." She whispered.

They started running for their lives. Baseball gripped his bat tightly as he looked down at Nickel, "Please. Hang on."

Nickel coughed weakly in response, groaning in pain.

Test Tube grabbed her gun from her lab coat, "Golly, this jeebweezer is right on our tail." She hissed, "Baseball, go to the hospital. I'll handle this mess."

Baseball paused, "You don't even know where he is!" He snapped, "You can't fight him, Test Tube. He knows these woods like a full on– goddamn map!" Baseball yelled, his voice cracking as he felt Nickel's blood run down his arms, "I'm going to need you with me, Test Tube. They're going to think I–" Baseball looked down at Nickel, a concerned expression on his face.

Test Tube looked around, her eyes narrowing as she focused. She knew he was around here, all she needed to hear was a sound from him.. She glared at Baseball, "Just go already! If you don't get there on time, Nickel's going to die!" She shouted in frustration.

Another gunshot rang through the air. Test Tube grunted as it pierced through her arm, "We–! We need to go to my car!" She yelled, her voice straining slightly.

Baseball and Test Tube ran back to the park, hearing more and more gunshots whizz by. Test Tube grabbed her crossbody bag, quickly opening it up and taking out bandages. She rapidly wrapped the bandages around her arm, cutting it off with her teeth. The bandages were quite fragile. Test Tube tossed the bandages to Baseball, "Try to cover Nickel's chest. I know it's going to be difficult." Just as she gave them, she stumbled on a large branch. The blood vials came out of her bag.

She attempted to reach for them, but a shot bolted down into her hand. She screamed in agony, squeezing out the tears in her eyes. Baseball's eyes widened, he turned around. He saw Test Tube on the ground floor, blood spewing out. He quickly crossed the road to reach Test Tube's car, placing Nickel down on the passenger seat. In a rush, he wrapped the bandages around his torso.

"I'll be quick." Baseball whispered to Nickel, squeezing his hand reassuringly before closing the door. He crossed the road again, just to notice a hooded person looming over Test Tube, a gun held in their hand. Another shot rang through, another scream was heard.. including sobbing.

"I need to tell Microphone I love her!" could be heard from afar.

Baseball gripped on his baseball bat. He ran towards the hooded person, swinging his bat towards his head, "I'm not going to let you destroy another person's life!" He screamed, his metal baseball bat hitting the back of the person's head.

The person stumbled, their hood falling. It was Trophy.

Of course..

Trophy gazed at Baseball with anger, "I can't get caught," He hissed, aiming his gun at him.

Baseball narrowed his eyes with focus. He swung the baseball bat towards the gun, knocking it out of his hands. He swung his bat again, hitting Trophy across the face. Trophy fell back, grunting as it had hit his jaw. Baseball grabbed Test Tube from the floor, placing her over his shoulder. He looked down at Trophy.

"You only attack the weakest ones." He grumbled, glaring down at him with intense hatred, "That's why they can't fight back, because they're your prey. They still remain human, but you don't seem to care about their personal self." Baseball kneeled down, gripping on Trophy's hair, "You're a monster. If you try–" He paused, his voice breaking, "If you try to attack me again, I swear to god, I'LL END YOUR LIFE!" He slammed Trophy's face down on the ground, a small crack was heard.