Kidnapped

Chapter 11

I run down the aisle and jump on the cart, riding it into Foxy, making her glare at me. I burst out laughing and she crosses her arms, "Your 16 you should behave!"

"Oh no!" I taunt, laughing. She scoffs and puts some food into the cart that she enjoys, it's not like we're paying for it.

"Go away and find food, I'll just go over here, k?" She whispers to me when the old lady leaves the aisle.

"How exactly am i stealing this? We kinda need to put this in the vehicle.."

"Ok, once we fill this to the brim, I'll make a huge mess and cut off the cameras. I'll run outside and start the car while you sprint outside and do what you just did into me.." "The sliding thing? I'm going to ride the cart down the hill!? Then what?"

"I'll drive in front of you and you have to throw the food into the pickup part, once you finish, jump from the cart to the food and I'll drive off." I nod, gathering literally nothing except that it's a near death experience, "So, what if I die?"

"If you miss jumping, then you just have to climb in while I drive, fun right?"

"Not really.." "Don't worry, you'll make it. It's not like your out of shape right?"

"No.. I'm pretty fit.."

"Then you're fiiinnnnee.." She says, walking away from me, "Meet me at the Checkout area once your done, then it'll start." She says, winking at me.

I nod and smile, walking away. I run through the aisles, trying to find some food that I would eat, and can eat at the restaurant, they didn't teach me how to freaking cook so.. I either have to fail miserably or just eat food that is simple to cook or doesn't need to be cooked, which is fine by me. I grab like three boxes of pasta, several cucumbers, cuz why not? A few boxes of good looking strawberries, a salad box with some dressing, milk, of course, and other shit that I enjoy.

"Gaygge! Stop it!" I pause from grabbing a jar of sweet pickles and try to find out where that came from.

"Mom! But I want that! I at least should get something! I'm too old for grocery shopping with mom!" I turn around at that oddly familiar high voice and look around my aisle to find them. A fourteen year old kid with blond hair next to his mom.

I gasp at the sight, "Gaygge.." I say to myself, staring at them bicker. I wanted to run over and hug Gaygge, never letting go, but I know they forgot me.. Don't love me anymore.. We were the only ones in the aisle, but I still felt lost. My mom glances at me as she passes with her cart, no expression on her face.

"Where'd..?" I say to myself. Gaygge was still in the same spot, grabbing some food that he likes. I sigh and wipe some tears that slipped, grabbing another jar of sweet pickles.

"Excuse me, can you stop looking at my son?" I turn to see my mom a few feet to my right.

"Oh.. Uhm.. I just Uhm.. Zoned out.. I wasn't checking him out or anything.. Uh.."

"You sure..?" She says, looking at me with a curious face.

"Uh.. Yeah.." I say, brushing my hair out of my face, trying not to make eye contact so she doesn't recognize me..

The weird thing about me that is different is that I have two different color eyes, the animatronics never noticed or asked about it, which is fine by me. I have one bright blue and one is dark brown, which makes it obvious..

"Mom, stop embarrassing her, she's too old for me anyways." Gaygge says, laughing. He looked the same as I remember, he still had his icy blue eyes, his adorable face that never stopped smiling, and his yellowish blond hair. I stop smiling and realize they looked confused.

"Are you..? No.. It can't be true.. Can it..?" Gaygge says, looking directly at me, into my eyes.. 'shit..' I thought.

"Cetahrre?" My mom asks.

"Uhm I..?" Before I could form a sentence, I drop my jar of pickles and sprint out of the aisle, leaving my baby brother and mom behind. I stop at an aisle and look for Foxy, when I finally find her, she walks over and I dump my food into her cart, which made it filled to the brim.

"K, take this and stay here, I'll make the distraction.." She whispers to me. I nod and wait for her to sprint to the cameras.

It took several minutes until the intercom came on, "Can I have seven workers in aisle three, seven workers in aisle three.."

"Yess.." I mumble to myself, looking by the door to see Foxy breaking the cameras. She looks at me and runs out to start the pickup.

I nod and turn the cart, casually walking to the door, none of the workers took notice, so I sprinted through the doors, ignoring the beeping of the alarms, and went outside. I started running down the parking lot, eventually finding the pickup pulling out of the parking space.

"Ok Cetahrre! Go!!" She yells to me outside of the window. I put my feet on the edge of the cart and lean forward so it doesn't lift up. I start throwing the least fragile foods into the pickup part, until I had fragile parts left.

"Slow down!" I yell.

"Why?" She replies.

"Just do it!" I yell back. She slows down, making me crash into the back, I flip over and quickly grab on the end. I sit on my knees and start gently placing the food, until I finished. I flip myself into the truck and she turns and drives off back to the restaurant.

Turns out, the police were waiting for us, so she turns into the forest and goes super fast.. "Where are we going?" I ask in the back window.

"I know a shortcut." She says, giving me a smile.

I nod and lean back on the truck, watching the cops follow us into the woods, "They're on our tail." I mumble, pulling out a box of Gushers and eating them.

"Well, I'm going to lose them!" She yells, stepping on the gas and weaving through the trees.