[AUTHORS NOTE: Caution, this fanfic is NOT serious...meaning some GOOFY themes and unrealistic/uncanon tropes.]
BRADLEY
I heard footsteps bellowing loudly from the hall outside my office. *Please let it be Max.* The door swung open, full force, and in came Max. And DAMN he was fine. Even in my half delirious state(from the blood loss) I could tell he had been running. His hair was all messed up, sweat on his forehead. I felt my face go hot and i looked away, realizing i had been staring. "Bradley, what the hell happened?!" Max asked, his face full of panic. He kneeled down next to me on the floor, scooping me into his arms. *He's gotten stronger since college I guess..* I decided not to put up a fight this time. "I-.. I don't exactly know. This.. Hooded figure?? Came into my office. He stabbed me(obviously) and told me that you need to stop doing something?? Max what's going on??" Suddenly he went silent. Had I upset him? The silence stretched on for quite a bit. "Max..?" I asked, once more. "Sorry i just-have a lot on my mind." He replied. "Jesus you sound like air supply, JUST TELL ME ALREADY." I shouted, already returning to my antics. He rolled his eyes, sighing. "PJ is missing. And I think I know who knows where he is, if you know what i mean." After he said that, my jaw done hit the floor.
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As I laid in my bed of twigs and feathers to go to sleep, i found myself feeling kinda bad for max. He has no clue what he's getting himself into. Hopefully Pete led him in the right direction. My way.
