Homebound → Fortnite [COMPLETED]

| chapter thirty-nine |

{Narrator's POV}

"What exactly do you mean, 'a lot to discuss'?" John asked, his eyebrows raised in confusion as the man sat there, his googly eyes following the other three.

"Well.. as you know, we're on week ten. Meaning there's only a few more days until season six comes into play. I figured we should ALL discuss how to get these two kiddos home." Ancient Tomato Head spoke softly.

(y/n) and Drift perked up, the smiles emitting from their faces. John and Raptor looked toward them and frowned.

"It'll suck knowing these two are gonna go home. They won't ever be around no more." Raptor said, his eyes looking dull.

John nodded, his hands crossed between his legs. "I agree with Raptor for once, it'll be a kick in the face once they leave. It won't be the same."

(y/n) looked at the two men and then back at Drift.

"Hey, don't worry about it now! I'm sure we have plenty of time to stay here, correct?" she asked, her (e/c) orbs glowing against the temple torches and caverns.

"Wait one second." Drift raised a finger, all four looking at him in confusion.

"What is it?" John and (y/n) asked in confusion. Drift watched as the temple began to grow darker as night set out. He looked back toward the main entrance and then shrugged.

"I thought Oblivion was supposed to help us get home?"

Ancient Tomato Head rubbed the back of his neck, his soft chuckle sent confusion toward the squad. He looked around and then ushered the crew to get inside the temple.

"There are some things I should mention." He started, his voice more cold and dark than before.

"Oblivion and Omega.. they're out of.. 'commission', per-say."

"What the fuck did you do?!" (y/n) roared in anger, her fists balled, Drift held her back and looked up at Ancient Tomato Head.

"Ah. they were friends of yours, yes? Well, they didn't want to comply to me, so.. I ended up, sending them away. Forever."

Ancient Tomato Head cackled a menacing laugh, his googly eyes bouncing as his head tilted back. (y/n) and Drift looked at the man with wide eyes, Raptor and John just watched.

"I don't know how to put this into words.." He started, tapping his fingers against the walls, the smirk being noticed by the way he talked.

"You better put it into words you sadistic fuck." (y/n)'s words spat out like venom, her anger boiling in the pit of her stomach and bloodstream.

Her only way to get home, was either killed or the plans had been foiled, that meant Drift and (y/n) may be stuck here forever.

Trapped in a shithole game like this.

"I thought, maybe if they found a way to take two earthlings like yourselves home, I may as well get a good look at you before. However, they failed to comply to me, thus taking action." He started, the tone of his voice changing.

"Don't take it so personal, YOU knew getting home wasn't an option."

(y/n) tried to make a move, but Drift held her back. She looked behind her to see him, his eyes pleading for her to relax.

Sighing, (y/n) obeyed and relaxed, her eyes still sending daggers to the man.

"But.. maybe there's another solution."

The two teens perked their heads up, Ancient Tomato Head looked around and then whistled. But, there was nothing.

What did he whistle for?

"That's your solution? How pathetic." John chimed in, his arms crossed. Raptor nodded and watched the back of the man's head closely.

"Oh fuck." He whispered, John looked at him and raised a brow.

"What's the matter?"

"I think THAT'S the player we saw.."

"Who-" before John could finish, a huge muscular man jumped into view, his ice blue eyes sending shivers down everyone's spines.

"This, is the way you'll be getting home."

Drift looked in horror as the man grew closer to himself and (y/n). The mask covering his face, though, his eyes are still VERY noticeable.

"Ah, Drift. Long time no see, brother."

"Enforcer.."