Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

warehouse [e+g]

you were in your car, jamming along to a song as it flowed out of your radio. you bopped in your seat at each red light, until you got to where you were going; your best friends' warehouse. they had texted you, asking you to come. 

you were best friends with twin brothers ethan and grayson dolan. you had known them for about three years, ever since you moved to los angeles.

you pulled up infront of their warehouse. neither of their cars were here, which you thought was kind of suspicious. they were probably just running late. you shut your car off, and got out. you went over to the small white door on the side of the building, and jiggled the door handle. you were surprised when the door opened. the twins always locked their warehouse when they weren't here.

you went inside, and looked around. the place was quiet, and cold. everything looked normal, from the couches to the large blocks in their foam pit.  your phone buzzed, and you pulled it out of your pocket. it was ethan.

eth dol ;
are you here yet???

you ;
yes, where are u??

you heard a loud bang, and noticed one of the doors slightly open. you cautiously walked over to it, and pushed it open. the whole room was dark, and you prepared yourself for ethan or grayson to jump out at you. not only were they known for being late, they were known for pranking you too. you put your hand on the wall, and moved it around until you found a light switch.

"oh my god." you yelled. in the middle of the room was ethan and grayson, taped to chairs. they had tape over their mouths, and there was a hole in the wall in front of ethan, who was facing you.

ethan looked up at you, and he looked as though his eyes were going to pop out of his head. he started yelling, but you couldn't understand him because of the tape.

you ran over to him, and got on your hands and knees. you put one hand on his knee, and pulled the tape off with your other hand. ethan winced, and started gasping.

"y/n...you need to...get out." ethan said, short of breath.

"why? what is going on?" you asked. you ran over to grayson, and pulled his tape off. "guys! what's happening?" you demanded when you got no answer. you went back to ethan, and bent down to try and undo the tape. you scratched at it, trying to find where it ended so you could peel it off.

you heard a gun cock, and felt metal being pressed against the back of your head. you stood up straight, and kept still.

"you should've listened to your boyfriend." a man chuckled from behind you.

"he's not my-" you started to say, but got cut off.

"i don't care what he is! do you want him to be dead?" the man yelled. you gulped and shook your head.

"what do you want from us?" you asked. you looked down at ethan, as a tear rolled down your cheek.

"i don't want anything from you...but the twins and i have some unfinished business." the man replied.

"please...lower the gun." ethan said softly. "don't hurt her." he pleaded.

"hmm, okay." the man said. he lowered the gun, but then pointed it at ethan.