Verloc. It was all Verloc’s doing. He was doing some sort of batshit crazy things to the others, it was so crazy that those people never came back. Everyone was screaming, pounding on their prison windows for escape. Arthur was sitting on his bed, cross-legged and crying after his recent round of shots. They tried to give him Joy- fucking JOY ! It didn’t work though, he thinks that it was coconut from the little taste he got before he spit it out. He hates Verloc, not only for electrocuting him when he was trying to get cod liver oil for Sally and whatever the hell she was doing, but for also taking him away from Graham, Watts, and Fran. Sure, their last conversation wasn’t the best, but he forgave them, of course he did. Arthur Hastings: always the one to forgive quickly.
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Done. They were done with this shit.
“It’s bull!” Graham was yelling at the others, stressed out of his mind to the point that Joy wouldn’t even help.
“Graham-” Fran started but was quickly cut off by Graham.
“No! Arthur’s out there alone and scared and we’re doing jack shit ‘bout it!”
“We don’t even know where the hell he is!”
“Ask around in the Garden! Get Watts to talk because he seems to know those people so well !”
Watts had been quiet up to this point. “Be quiet all of you! Sure, Graham, we can go around and ask, though you have to come with ! Fran, you need to collect all of the medical supplies you have because people will definitely be hurt.”
“But-” Rabossan started.
“Hush, you’re coming along too. We’re getting the help of the others too.”
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FanfictionArthur felt hazy, like his mind was somewhere else. His arms felt weightless, he felt like he was underwater... Wait, was he underwater?
