Take Me Home [MiniCat]

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The draw rolled open, displaying the source of buzzing. My god damn phone. No wonder I couldn't find it. Tyler had probably locked it sway so that I couldn't call for help. What an idiot. I picked it up and shut the drawer again. I then placed the broken up best post to under the bed, so that I at least had a chance of hiding it. I looked at the phone, buzzing with texts. Some of them were from Nick and Anthony, others were unknown numbers. The calls and messages dated all the way back to when Tyler pulled me out my dorm. I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my free hand. I fell backwards on to the bed and held the phone above me to unlock it. I looked over briefly the messages, wanting to reply sooner than later. The usual 'are you okay?' 'Where are you?' 'You're going to get into serious trouble.' I clicked on to Nick's name and began tapping away with my thumbs.

Message: Nick you aren't going to believe what I have been through, I need someone to-

[ u n d e r t a l e - 0 1 0 ]

"Put the phone down Craig." A voice demanded in a rough voice. I looked up to see Tyler stood at the door. I tried to look at him and keep typing at the same time, but he noticed the slight movement in my hands and appeared next to me in no time. He took the phone from me and stepped out of arms reach. He held the phone up above his head as I stood to grab it. "Come on that's not fair!" I replied in a slightly not serious tone. I tried to reach up and grab it, one hand holding on to the towel around my waist. He did his usual stupid slow laugh as he kept it above me. "No seriously Tyler it's my friend!" I demanded in a more serious tone.
"Your friend will end up calling the cops, which will just be an inconvenience." Tyler replied cutting to the chase. I gave up trying and slumped back on to my bed.

"Marcel is taking you for training today. So get changed already." He changed the subject, but I will still worried about Nick. He would call the police regardless.
"B-but my friend needs to know that I'm okay!" I pleaded. He rolled his eyes.
"Nick doesn't need to know shit. You can contact him in a year, if the world hasn't been destroyed by then." He crushed the phone in one hand, pieces of the glass falling to the floor. I tried to hold back tears, for that iPhone was costing me £30 a month. I took a deep breath in and looked away from him. "You have five minutes to get some shorts and a tank top. Or you're going into the forest with a towel on. And don't think I didn't notice the broken bed post." Tyler added. I heard him step out of my room and down the corridor, each noise getting quieter.

[ s o n g  o v e r ]

I stood up from my bed and immediately stood on the glass that scattered on the floor. I breathed in sharply through my teeth and made unnecessary noises as I lifted my feet back up. I wiped my feet clean of the glass and grabbed a brush to get rid of my broken phone. Poor Nick, he had no idea where I was, if I was okay, or if I was even alive. For all he knew I could be in another country being sold as a slave. Or being eaten by cannibals. Whatever situation he thought I was in, I hoped that he was dealing with it okay. I hopped back off of my bed and walked over to the wardrobe to get myself something to wear. Who's clothes were I even wearing? By what Tyler had said, it sounded physical. Going into the forest must have included something physical. It was with Marcel too, someone I had only met the day before. I didn't mind him, it's just that I didn't know him that well.

I changed and sat on the edge on my bed, fiddling with the bed post I had broken off before. What in the world spurred me to break a part of the bed to open a drawer in a room that didn't even class as mine. I then heard a knocking at the door, making me stand up. I walked over and opened it, seeing Marcel stood the other side. He looked me up and down, making sure I was in the right attire. "Alright. Let's go." He said, walking back down the corridor. I followed, unsure of what punishment I might face if I didn't. I saw David and Lui at the top of the stairs, probably escorting us. We walked down the stairs and out the back door. From there we took a side gate out and walked down a ridiculously long pathway that headed towards the forest. I tried a few times to hide behind trees so that Marcel would lose me, but he could smell me pretty well. At one point he even dragged me by my wrists, even throwing me over his shoulder. At that point I gave up trying and let him carry me,

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Hey,
Sorry I'm a day late.
Uninspired and procrastinating.
Hope you like the undertale songs mixed in, I giggled at how stupid the napstablook theme is when I put it with this chapter.
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