Sam and Colby Imagines!

Killing Best Friend Prank (for Tricia)

I know, I know, many people have many different opinions about this prank, but I'm not gonna get into my opinion unless you guys wanna hear it (which you probably don't tbh)

Nonetheless, this one's for triciameece312 !

Enjoy! :)

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"How much longer?" I yawned as I leaned my head against the car window.

It was dark outside and I watched the trees pass by.

"About 25 more minutes." Colby answered keeping his eyes on the road.

"Okay." I yawned again as I felt my eyes get heavy.

"You tired?" He asked.

"Uh-huh." I replied as I closed my eyes.

A few minutes later I heard Colby mutter,"what the fuck."

I opened my eyes and saw that we were in an alleyway, and the car was coming to a stop.

"What happened?" I asked.

"It just stopped." He replied looking at me.

"Did you forget to fill up the tank again?" I asked with a baby voice.

"That was ONE time!" He defended himself.

I laughed and he glared at me.

"Let's go check the engine."

We both got out of the car and walked to the front. Colby popped the hood open and we took a look inside.

"It looks fin--" I was talking, but then I felt a bag go over my head and arms wrapping tightly around my body.

I screamed as loud as I could, I heard Colby screaming too.

My mind was racing with thousands of thoughts.

My heart was pumping faster than ever.

My legs and arms were flailing in all different directions.

I kept screaming and screaming, but it didn't work.

"COLBY!" I screamed as loud as I could over and over again.

I was pushed to the ground and tied up more.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed over and over again, still desperately trying to get free.

I kept screaming nonsense as I was picked up. I was pushed inside the trunk of a car.

I heard the trunk slam shut.

It was getting hard to breath, for many reasons.

I was crying.

I was screaming.

I was having a panic attack.

There was a cloth bag over my head.

I sobbed and sobbed and continued to scream as the car started to drive.

I must've blacked out or something, because next thing I know, I'm sitting in a chair with my arms and legs tied to it, with the bag still over my head.