Ch. 9

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You woke up in a dim lit room, the flickering light bulb swaying from the ceiling above you as you gained your senses back. You tried stretching, but failed, being strapped down to a table. You looked to your side, seeing a small stand with medical tools neatly placed in rows on it.

You took notice of a syringe, filled with dark purple liquid.

'Damn, where am I?'

You heard someone open the door from behind you.

"W-who's there??"

You flinched a bit. Your throat hurt like hell. It felt like torture to speak.

"So you're awake." They spoke. "I was wondering when you'd finally wake up."

It was a man. You heard his footsteps walk to you. He looked down above your face, intensely gazing into your (e/c) orbs. But you couldn't see his face. The light was too dim for you to see through the shadows cascading down on his face.

"What...What are you doing?" You asked

"...Observing." He backed away and chuckled. "You're probably wondering who I am, yes? My name's...Well, just call me Anonymous. I don't feel like giving you my name."

You remember this kind of personality this guy's got.

"Huh. I suspect you already know mine, correct?"

"Clever one you are, lady/lord (Y/N)." He smirked. "I suppose you know why you were brought here?"

"No, I do not. Would you be, oh so kind enough to fill me in on that?" You retorted.

You know what you've done. There's so much evidence of it, yet you ran away from all that. You were safe in this country, you just had to get rid of these people to stay safe.

"Well, lady/lord (Y/N), you've committed countless wrong-doings back in your home country. Then one day, you decided to run away to another country where you had thought you could escape all that. Ah, it's only been about three to four days yet the past catches up fast, no?"

'I remember this guy...'

"You remember me, don't you, lady/lord (Y/N)?"

You scoffed under your breath and glared at him.

"Zai."

"Yes, lady/lord (Y/N)?"

You could practically feel that smirk on his face. You felt like punching it off of him.

"Release me from these straps. Now."

"Oh?"

You gritted your teeth.

"That's an order, you fuck."

Meanwhile, with the gang and (B/F/N)...

"She's/He's been gone for like...5 DAYS NOW!" Edd yelled.

"Whatarewegonnadowhatarewegonnadowhatarewegonnado?????" Matt paced in circles, clearly panicked.

"..." Tord sat silently, being in deep thought.

"She/He won't pick up!" (B/F/N) growled in frustration and panic, failing about the one-thousandth time trying to call you.

Tom, who was hiding in his room and has been since the day you've been taken, was sulking, thinking hard on what to do to get you back. But he can't help but have this suspicious feeling...

"AUGH!!"

Tom heard a yell from downstairs, then stomping up to his room. His door swung open, revealing a very, very, aggravated Tord.

"Why are you just sitting here in your room doing nothing?? WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE WHEN (Y/N) IS MISSING?"

Tord grabbed Tom by his collar, bringing him up to his face level.

"Don't you love her/him? You would at least try to make plans with all of us to get her/him back, right??"

"..."

"Tom. This once, just work with me on this. Stop running away from problems like a damn coward. I'm offering to help you. Just...come to my room when you make up your mind."

Tord walked out of Tom's room and into his own. Closing the door and sighing. Tom got up to close his door and sat on his bed to think. He scoffed at the commie's last line to him.

"...That idiot."

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Hi, hello.

Hope you liked this chapter or whatever.

And heeeeeey lookie! Some little plot twist with the Reader, who is not what they seem. Theeeen some TomTord (insertlennyfacecuzimtolazytogocopynpaste)

also fUCC I hVe sCHOOL IN TWO DAYS AND I HAVE AN INCOMPLETE BOOK REPORT I HAD TO DO OVER THE SUMMER hhhFUCC-
(this is what happens to pro procrastinators)

(shoutout to fellow procrastinators out there who don't give a shit about something until it HAS to be done until the next day omfg kill me please)

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Imma stop right there. k.

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