Project: Titan (Skibidi Toilet Fan-fic)

Chapter 15: Preparation

—18 Years ago...—

Agent kicked open the hospital doors, limping with a moaning Charlotte. Bewildered patients and nurses started to clear a path for both of them. Behind them was Lucky and Twisted, both loyal servants. 

"Oh god I think she's coming!" Charlotte screamed in pain, his heart stabbed every single time she was in pain. 

"NURSES!" Agent bellowed as multiple medical staff, accompanied by some medic Cameramen, rushed to aid them. A emergency stretcher appeared out of the crowd and he placed her down. The nurses then barked some orders to each other as they rushed to the emergency surgery room. Agent also followed them, holding his wife's hand in his own. 

"You will be okay." He calmed her. "Be strong."

"You be strong dear." She replied pleasantly before disappearing behind the double doors. Leaving Agent and his two servants standing there waiting...

4 hours later...

Nothing Twisted had done could calm his fizzling nerves. How come it took longer than usual? Is it because of his genetics curse? He tried to focus on Twisted. Twisted appeared as a middle aged man wearing a thick night-black East German cloak. His face was covered with, this time, the mask of a bird. All of his masks (He wears a new one everyday) had one thing in common, they only had a right eyehole for his eye. The left, however, would be painted and doesn't expose his left eye. His right eye was an earl grey colour, filled with concern as he watched Agent staring at him. He wore black combat boots with grey lycra pants. His short silver hair spiked all around his head, he doesn't even bother to comb it. A habit of Twisted would be him hiding his arms under the folds of his cloak. His skin is unmistakably human-like, peach and pale like he never got a suntan before. 

"𝔄𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔶?" He asked, his voice sounding like a wind-chime and filled with concern.

Agent bent over, his knee bouncing. "I am just nervous."

Lucky did a series of beeps and whirs before he shrugged. Agent sighed. "I promised [REACTED] that I would not—."

The doors opened and a male nurse came out. Agent immediately stood up with a worried frown. The nurse looked so grim.

"Your wife was strong." He said. "But your child...I am not so sure..."

His heart almost exploded, without hesitation he gave the nurse a thanks and slipped in. On the hospital bed was a worried Charlotte. She just stared at the incubator which contained a tiny baby. The baby was not crying. That's a bad sign, babies need to cry in order to breathe. A vision pounded on his head as he saw possibilities of their child dying. That was a warning from his friend Dom Studios. Tears slid down. He went through eternal suffering of isolation just to experience this....this bullshit. Slipping out a time-stop clock, he froze the entire world. Exhausted, pale Charlotte stared endlessly through the monochrome world. Agent fell onto his knees and sobbed, his hand on the warm glass of the incubator. 

You can do it again. His voice whispered. It's only a tiny thing.

But I promised. He replied to himself. I...

...

Just one last time.