Accidentally On Purpose

I Have A Wife And Kids

                                                                Bob's P.O.V.

I stood at the corner, fidgeting. This is a total different setting than the gas station I used to work at, A Million Little Things!. I have a gun, and camo, and boots and a wet diaper--I MEAN a water bottle.

I going the Hunters not to long ago. A few days ago, actually. They said back when the crazy circus clowns came that it was actually a supernatural experience, and that I was welcome to join them. The other option was death, so I joined.

Now I was guarding the prisoner. We had to be extra careful with him, he can break through leather somehow. According to them, anyway. I actually just cut the straps because I felt sorry for the guy. Don't tell anyone that though. I'd probably be killed. I was also the one who gave him socks and some disinfectant when nobody was looking. Again, don't tell anyone. They'll kill me.

I'm just one good troop, aren't I?

As I was pondering my thoughts, I heard it. My fellow comrades in arms shouting.

"It's a bird!" Joell shouted, running my way frantically.

"It's a plane!" Alice shouted, pushing past me down the hall.

"No, it's Birdman!" screeched an unknown person with black hair and leather. And wings. Behind them was a...a thing. It was all black, covered in feathers. The upper-half was bird-like, except the wings that worked like arms. And the lower half was humanoid...It swooped down to me as the other with black hair and wings went to try and open the cell. I pulled a helmet over my head and waddled to the other, holding the keys to the cell up to him. He looked really confused, and got the...the Birdman to stop pecking at me.

"Why are you giving me this?" he asked in a thick French accent.

"I HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS DON'T KILL ME!!!" I shouted, hugging myself. I looked to the prisoner who was looking at me funny. He knew I wasn't married and I didn't have any kids, because I speak with him whenever we're alone. Don't tell anyone that, I'll get killed. If I get left here in fact, I'll get killed.

I followed them as they left. It took them a moment to realize I was following them. The prisoner just smiled, but the Birdman became alert and the dark-angel dude looked confused. "Why are you following us?"

"Because if I stay I'll get killed."

"Then why did you help us?"

"Because it's not right."

"Then why did you join the Hunters?"

"If I didn't I'd get killed."

"Why?"

"Ah, long story. Let's go, tall people!"

"Actually you're just a midget." the dark-angel muttered. "Hey!" I protested, and kicked him in the shin. "I prefer dwarf, thank you very much. Makes me sound manly."

The prisoner burst into laughter, making me scowl. And then the craziest thing happened. The Birdman turned into a human with messy hair and neon Band-Aids. Red eyes looked back at me, along with a toothy grin.

"Short guy is funny. Can we keep him?"

"Doesn't he have a wife and kids?" dark-angel replied before I could interject. Not that I could, I was three feet shorter than them all and talking to their crotches.

"No. I lied so you wouldn't kill me. It works in movies, at least." I said, and dark-angel grinned. "We can keep him. So, Short Guy, what's your name?"

"My name is Bob."

"Well, this is Quill, the prisoner here is Sketch, and I'm Zaastaish." dark-angel said, wings suddenly disappearing. They walked quietly around the halls, and I could tell they were lost. "How about I lead?" I suggested, taking longer, faster steps. Stupid long-legged people.

They let me lead, but they were suspicious. And then screaming came. Very manly screaming, too. I wish I could scream like that. I always sound like a little girl who lost her dolly.

Zaastaish rushed ahead, leaving Quill to carry Sketch. Well, not really carry. Sketch was actually healing pretty fast. We've learned if we put paper-mâché on his wounds he heals quickly, so now only his feet were weird because of ingrown toenails and foot fungus. Really painful to walk on.

I gasped at the scene in front of us as we turned the corner. A group of young kids was huddled by the door crying, covered in blood. And then down the hall there was more blood and my comrades were covered in it on the ground. But somehow I knew it wasn't theirs. Okay, I knew 100% that it wasn't theirs because it wasn't normal colored blood. For some reason, it was...blue. Like ink. Blue ink. And then I saw an albino figure laying on the floor, with ears and a tail. Conjoined twins knelt beside the figure, and Zaastaish was trying to pick up said figure.

"I wish I could come with you guys. And I wish that you could go back to where this all started." I muttered out of nowhere, and suddenly a little boy from the huddled group and Zaastaish looked up at me simultaneously. They clapped their hands together with grins on their faces. I had no idea why I said it or where the idea even came from, but then another prisoner came barreling towards us at the last second before everything around us vanished and suddenly we were all in a forest.

The silver cuffs around Zaastaish disappeared, but then he looked down to the figure he was holding. The female of the conjoined twins woke up and dragged the other away, and nobody seemed to notice. I went to follow, but then someone came out of nowhere and barreled straight towards them with a samurai sword before cutting them in half.

I fainted.