Hold On To Me (WillDip)

Chapter 36: Containment

Ford glanced at the door from his seat and frowned, the note from Hunter still clutched in his hand tightly, as if it was Hunter's neck he was strangling and not some simple piece of white paper. Will was taking an awfully long time to get some water. "Mason? Can you go check on Will? Make sure he's okay?"

Mason did as he was told, he was also starting to get worried for his boyfriend.

The kitchen was empty upon his arrival, which worried Mason greatly "WILL!?" he yelled, hoping he wasn't too far away. He was met with cold hard silence and his heart beat sped up as he searched for his small boyfriend. He opened a few cupboards, peering in to see if perhaps Will had gotten stuck. But no triangle met his gaze.

Mabel's eyes widened as she felt a damp patch on her arm and she heaved Bill up off her lap and threw him into the sprinklers. Bill woke with a yell of alarm as the cold water touched his skin, "What!? What was that for!?" he spluttered, the sprinklers soaking him head to toe in their icy drops.

Mabel giggled "You drooled on me"

Bill sighed "Fair enough."

Mason came sprinting out, panting a little and red faced "I can't find him!" he cried. Ford stood up with Taco in his arms. "What? Are you sure?" he asked, setting the white kit on his shoulder where he perched precariously.

"I looked everywhere! The entire Manor!"

"What do you mean you can't find him!?" Bill grumbled "He's small! Check the cupboards and stuff!"

Mason glared "I did! I'm not stupid! Grunkle Ford, where's the tracker? Does it work?"

Ford nodded "Yes, of course, let me go get" he said, rushing off to his lab to collect the item.

"Poor thing, I hope he's okay" Mabel said.

~

Will woke in a glass case, an air vent at the top filtering in oxygen and sending cooling waves down to him, so much nicer than the awful heat he had been subjected to earlier. He felt groggy and weak as he sat up and rubbed his eye, taking in his surroundings.

He shrieked in fright as he noticed someone pressed up against the glass, watching him intently, "Hello, little Flatlander, I hope you had a good sleep, welcome to your new home!" TC said

Will stood up "But I already have a home" he replied,

"That's why I said NEW home, you belong to me now, you're a part of my collection!" TC replied.

"Collection?"

"Collection, my grand collection of rare species, you are the last Flatlander, and so, you are rare, and lo, you belong to me. I won't repeat it again."

Will sat down. "I already have an owner! He micro-chipped me and everything. You can't keep me here! I don't belong to you!"

"You do now," he said, making to leave.

"He'll come for me!" Will cried, standing up and placing his hands on the glass.

TC smirked "Oh, I'm counting on it," he whispered.

~

"Well, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?" Ford asked, holding the small tracker in his hands. Taco was still sitting on his shoulder.

"All of it!" Bill cried,

"The bad news is he's been taken. The good news is I have a signal locked, and I know exactly where he is."

"Where!?" Bill asked, he was getting far too impatient.

"Dimension dgyone/-"

"What's that?" Mabel asked, reaching out to grab Taco and cuddle him close, "The Collector's Dimension." Ford answered.