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50 : "At the Abandoned Fortune Cookie Factory . . . "

"The fortune cookie factory . . . " Tyler said, his and Evan's head looked up at the wide building. The colour of the walls seemed to be fading, and they were also small cracks and weeds had grown from the ground till the rooftop.

It was abandoned, but the apperance of it sent chills down the Asian man's spine. He was not very comfortable---and no, it wasn't about the cold air that kept blowing from one side, it was the scenery of the old building, like it was really old, and yet it's abandoned, and seeing those weeds and dead vines grew out from the cracks made it nearly looked like a haunted building.

His thoughts were running wild, and surely, he was frightened to death. He might not believe in ghosts, mostly because he laughed and scoffed about it while watching horror movies. But other times, his parents recommended him to watch Asian movies, as they have been said that the ghosts---demons---are to be more horrifying than in most Western movies [I'm not being rasist, okay? And it's true, most Asian movies are terrifying!😟😱]. Speaking of his parents, he accidentally remembered about his dad, and hopefully he was in a better condition than he was the last time he visited him.

"Are you okay, bud?" Tyler's raspy voice broke the silence, as the smaller male shook his head, letting the thoughts to go away and focused back to rescuing his boyfriend and his close friend.

"Huh? Oh, y-yeah. I'm good," replied Evan, pretended that he didn't think about his father. "Let's go in."

= = =

It was quiet.

Too quiet. And this bothered the duo.

"I don't think they're even in here," Evan whispered, following Tyler close from behind. "We've just entered the place, you dumbass son of a bitch," answered the giant man, annoyed. He was deteremined to try to find his British boyfriend, but noticing that Evan had his hands on his broad shoulders made him more annoyed than before, as the nails dug into the shoulders of his shirt, slowly piercing his skin.

"And will you please cut that out?"

"What?" Asked the Canadian, his slanted dark brown eyes widen into saucers.

"You hands . . . They're on my shoulders, and they're weighing a lot of me," said Tyler, his head looked over his shoulder to see a shrunken Evan. "Sorry," the man squeaked, taking his hands off of his tall friend's shoulders.

"Good," Tyler turned his head away from him, kept on walking, his pace was getting faster. But the faster he's creeping, the louder the footsteps were---and this could cause a problem and these two might end up in a situation probably even worse what Craig and Jonathan had to endure, which, they had no idea what really happened to the two after being kidnapped.

"Ty, slow down!"

"No! Not until we find Craig!"

Evan sighed. "And Jonathan."

"And your boyfriend," the giant rolled his icy blue eyes, his mind still thinking about his precious Craig's whereabouts.

"Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother;
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive."

The American man heard his friend started to sing in a low voice, but audible enough just for him to understand what words came out of his mouth.

"Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin';
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive," Evan sang, his body moving for a few seconds, forgetting his worries about Jonathan and Craig for one moment. His started to swivel his hips to both sides little by little, his arms suddenly began to move around also.