Brett and Sink wasn't actually evil, even though they may seem that way. They just had unknown knowledge, and wanted things to go their way. Perhaps it was their methods that made them appear weird, knocking out your 'targets' maybe wasn't the best possible way to go.
Rhett opened his eyes, finding himself in some sort of metallic bed. His head rested on a pillow, but he was held in Place by large leather, leash type things. His forehead was pounding and when he turned, he saw Link by his side. But, his eyes were closed and his forehead blueish red. Rhett imagined his own forehead looking the same. Where were Brett and Sink? Where was he? What was he doing here? Suddenly the light turned on and in came Brett and Sink.
" Are you okay Rhett? " Brett asked and walked up to him.
" Uh, y-yeah. Just a little headache. Where am I? " Rhett answered and sat up a little.
" Um, still at the studio. " Sink mumbled.
" Why am I held in place like this? "
" No more questions. " Brett sighed and walked over to a similar bed, laying head to head with Rhett.
Sink did the same thing, instead laying head to head with Link. Two crew members than came into the room.
" Listen closely guys. " Sink said and shook life into Link. " This is not some kinda of weird way of killing you. Trust us. "
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One Wrong Move
FanfictionThe young Rhett McLaughlin is slowly making his way home after a long night at work. He hates working as a dishwasher. He always has to work late. But one night he tries to take a short cut through one of the city's dark alleys. A creepy, cold feeli...
