Permafrost

61: Glaciate

⭐️Chapter 61: Glaciate

Fang was already making his way down the dungeon halls. Cod, he felt uncomfortable. The other two were watching him like hawks, and he hated it. In his own team, nobody stared at him like that unless he was the reason they lost a turf match. He sighed, and kept running with the other two.

The three eventually stopped at a point in the dungeon. Zane and Rehl stated that they would wait there for Fang while he went and got the weapons. Should anything go wrong, he should holler or something, despite the risks of another guard hearing and reporting them. They had no other way. Fang, knowing there really wasn't much left to do now, agreed, and made his way over to where the Wave Crashers had said they were going to stay when they finished with the prisoners.

He found the area easily enough, and walked up to the doorway that led into the room. Fang took in a deep breath before entering. This was it, and he could not afford to mess it up. As he walked into the room, he automatically noticed Spyke on a chair and Thorne against a wall. Thorne saw him first.

"Oh, you're back?" 

"Yup," Fang groaned.

"Where did you go, shorty?" Spyke sneered.

Fang rolled his eyes at the name, even though he WAS the shortest Wave Crasher member. He hated it, especially since he was a giant squid...or at least, that's what his mom told him.

"Just went to see what the prisoners were up to. Anywho, I came here for the weapons we took," he replied.

"What? Why?" Thorne asked.

"I was gonna destroy them."

"Oh right! Psh, duh! I can't believe we forgot about that! They're right over there!"

Thorne pointed over to a metal crate, where indeed, the Infernos' weapons laid.

"Thanks."

Fang grabbed them in a bit of a haste, but halted in his tracks when he heard another voice in the room.

"Hold on now. What is Fang doing?"

"He's gonna destroy the weapons, right?" Spyke asked.

Fang nodded.

"Yeah."

"You sure he has the strength to do it?" Thrash asked.

"Well if he doesn't break them, I will! I've got the dynamo for it!" Spyke replied.

"Heh, alright then. Go on," Thrash grinned, as if he still didn't think Fang would do it.

Fang sighed before adjusting his grip the four turf weapons. He made his way out of the room at a moderate pace, so as to not raise suspicion. He could feel his heart beat faster and faster as he got further and further away from the room, as he was ever so desperate to get away from there. Once he'd gone back to where Rehl and Zane were waiting, the three took off in a sprint, ready to get out of the dungeon before anything else happened. Rehl quickly put the turf weapons into the crystal pins as they ran, and put them in his pocket.

Good, they'd managed to get that done. Fang just hoped the other Crashers wouldn't suspect him for a while, because now the group was on ticking time bomb to return the weapons. The faster the better, and they hoped they wouldn't get caught. Of course, 3v3 would be no problem, but fighting was not the top priority now. As the rounded the corner that they'd last seen Corrin by, they froze.

"Wh...they already left?" Rehl said in a panicked, yet slightly annoyed tone.

Indeed, the Infernos group had already departed. Zane just shook his head.

"They've probably already left for Misty's room. Let's go."

The trio resumed their running as they made their way towards the exit of the dungeon. Zane led the way, but Fang found that he couldn't keep running for much longer. He was...not a super active person, so say the least. He slowed down behind the two to take a breather, and the others immediately noticed.

"What are you doing?!"Rehl hissed. "You're gonna make us sitting ducks!"

"You guys...keep...going..." Fang huffed. "I'll...catch up..."

"No," Zane said sternly. "We were told to watch you VERY closely. We're not about to drop that just because you decide you can't make it to the exit of the dungeon."

"This...isn't...an excuse...and I'm...being...honest!" Fang managed, still breathing heavily. 

"Oh really? How are we supposed to know after the stunt you've pulled, eh? None of us trust you a whole lot yet, even after what you just did to help your so called "friends". Sorry, but you're going to have to keep running! We're not about to carry you or wait an hour for you to be in a decent condition!" Rehl angrily exclaimed, though quietly so that it wouldn't echo through the dungeon's halls.

Before Fang could respond, Rehl turned back around and kept running. Zane followed behind him, and soon Fang found himself doing his best to catch up with them. He really felt like an outcast. Frankly, if he had to choose which team he was on, he'd pick the Crashers. He didn't fit with these scary Rinklings or Ryn's happy little friends group.

He was him, and he belonged somewhere else. He'd been with the Crashers for at least a year as far as he was concerned, so he knew them better. Even if everyone else tried to help him, it just wasn't the same. If the Wave Crashers were in this situation, they'd probably find some sort of chaotic way out of it. Didn't matter anyway though, they always treated him like the lowest ranking member.

Fang thought to himself as he tried to keep up with the other two. Why did Thrash hate him? Maybe that other player he'd substituted for was better than him, and he just needed to up his game. Maybe it was just because he hadn't spent a lot of time with the others and didn't know them as well. He sure hoped it wasn't because he was ACTUALLY weak.

Zane notified the group that the door was up ahead, and as they made their way to it, Fang sighed in relief. There was a bit of ease as they walked through, and then Rehl and Zane started talking about directions. Fang used this time to rest as best he could before the duo shot off again. He could overhear their conversation, but didn't bother to take in the information. This was already too much for him. Once they were done, Zane and Rehl then resumed running, Fang further behind them like he had been.

They could only hope a fight hadn't been started yet.