Kiss of Fate

Kidnapping

It was my turn to go on watch, and of course, the vex duo kept trying to drag me out on my days off. It was like they had a personal vendetta against my downtime. Every time I turned around, there was another message blaring through the media, beckoning me to join their latest chaotic escapade. Seriously, couldn't they respect my time off?

The only way to actually contact me was through the media, which was both infuriating and a bit ridiculous. I didn't want to be a headline or a trending topic every time they decided to cause a scene. “Come on, Cute Guy! You can't just sit at home while we’re out there having all the fun!” they taunted in the videos they posted. I rolled my eyes at the screen, muttering under my breath about how “fun” their version of crime-fighting really was.

Every time I thought I could enjoy a peaceful evening, I was bombarded with notifications. My phone buzzed incessantly, the vex duo clearly oblivious to my annoyance. “You’re missing out on all the action!” one of them chimed. Action? More like a headache waiting to happen.

I had work today at the cafe, then going on patrol at night as Cute Guy. However, that plan went out the window as soon as I parked my car to head into my shift. Just as I stepped out, a bag was shoved over my head, plunging me into darkness. Panic surged through me, but before I could react, rough hands grabbed me, quickly tying me up so I couldn’t move. The last thing I heard was the muffled sound of laughter before I was thrown into the back of a car.

“Seriously? This is how my day goes?” I thought, struggling against the ropes. My heart raced as the car jerked forward, the engine roaring to life. The vibrations of the tires against the pavement sent me spiraling into a mix of anger and fear. I didn’t even get to clock in!

The stench of the vehicle filled my nostrils, and I could feel the fabric of the bag pressing against my face. Great, just great. I mentally cursed the vex duo for dragging me into their shenanigans, and now I was the one caught in a villainous trap. If this was their idea of fun, I wanted no part of it.

As the car sped away, I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I needed to think, to plan my escape. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t just some helpless victim; I was Cute Guy, and I had tricks up my sleeve. Just a little patience, and I could figure a way out of this mess. But right now, all I could do was wait and listen for any hint of where they were taking me.

I made them nervous because of my lack of reaction to getting kidnapped, so I mumbled loud enough for them to hear, “Oh good God, not again.”

The car fell silent for a moment, and I could almost feel the tension ripple through the air. A glance exchanged between the kidnappers? The engine’s roar felt louder in the sudden stillness, punctuating the absurdity of my situation. I couldn’t help but smirk under the bag. They expected panic; they expected fear. Instead, they got sarcasm.

One of them, I assumed it was Jingle, chuckled nervously. “What, you’ve been kidnapped before?” His voice dripped with a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“More times than I can count,” I replied, letting my voice drip with nonchalance. “Honestly, you’d think by now I’d get a loyalty card or something.”

The sound of my casual banter seemed to throw them off even more. They were expecting me to be scared, maybe begging for mercy, but instead, I was mocking them. I could hear the other one, Jangle, mutter something about “not taking this seriously.”

“Relax, guys,” I continued, trying to maintain my confidence. “You’ve got me all tied up and in a bag. I’m practically begging for a break here. Why not lighten the mood? I mean, the last time this happened, I got thrown into a few clutches.” I shifted a little, flexing my hands to test the restraints, looking for any signs of weakness. “I can say that you two have kidnapped me the nicest. At least there’s carpet back here, and it smells clean.”