Dancat "One Big City, One Small Cat"

Bashur's Pain

({Warning: Strong Language})

*Dan's POV*

We had finally arrived at the banquet hall place, it was actually a giant fancy building where celebrities' would hold red carpet parties. But anyway each of us got a weapon just in case if things got ugly, which most likely would happen. Also I was starting to get the feeling that Bashur had more in this then just killing Target, he keeps looking at a piece of paper that he had in his jacket pocket and before he picked up his gun he kissed it and put it back inside his pocket. Something about this made me think that there was more then one reason why he was helping us get Stampy back, but other than all that things seem to actually start looking up for us. Once we get Stampy back we can go find out how to get us back home, We can finally be happy again....

"Everyone ready?" Pat asked looking back at us as he grabbed a gun from the crate.

"yeah lets d- wait, Lee and Squid don't know how to use guns...." I looked over at Lee and Squid who currently didn't have weapons of their own.

"I thought you guys were like warriors? how do you not know how to use guns?" Bashur lifted an eyebrow confusedly as he looked at the two brothers.

"We don't have guns where we come from, the closest thing we had to that was a bow and arrow and that was mainly my weapon" Squid shrugged as he explained why.

"Hmmmm....then you know how to use a crossbow right?" Bashur asked as he walked over to his crate and rummaged around through it.

"Yes, I use to hunt with one when my bow got split in two"

"Good, here ya go" he tossed Squid a crossbow along with a large quiver of arrows.

"What about you burly bear man whatcha use to packin back in your own world" Bash asked as he once again started rummaging through the crate.

"I mostly just use my sword" he replied as he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well then here, I stole these Katanas when I was paid to murder some fuckshit who owned some shitty pawnshop" Bash explained as he handed Lee the Katanas.

"Wait....that was you?!" Pat turned around quickly glaring at him.

"Yeah! did you hear about it on the news?"

"I was the one who was sent to investigate the scene! I'm a cop you dumbass!" Patrick exclaimed as he raised his arms in the air frustratingly.

"Oh.....well shit...."

"Look the only reason I'm not arresting you right now is because your helping me save my son" Pat sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Whatever, anyway here is what were gonna do, were going to bust the front doors down and just go ape shit!! but but but!! I will use these dope ass smoke bombs for our escape once we put a bullet through Mr. Target's head and grab the little Kit Kat" Bashur went on as he pulled out some small ball like devices from his trench coat.

"That is one of the most terrible ideas I ever heard in my damn life, and that's coming from the person who employs this dip shit" Trayaurus said plainly as he gestured to me.

"Really Trayaurus now of all times? but yeah he's right Bash that's a horrible id- Bash? Bash?!" I looked over at Trayaurus for a split second before I realized Bashur was gone.

I looked outside the window to see Bash running to the front entrance.

"I'll see you inside pansies!! WHOO!!"

"DAMNIT BASHUR!!!"

We all quickly followed behind leaving the bus at the front, We ran as fast as we could when we saw Bash had shot randomly from his gun at the sky. Which was probably to get people to leave well more like leave in a mass panic. Bashur then pulled ahead of us moving faster into the building, when we finally had caught up to him he had the entire banquet screaming and ducking for cover.

"Alright listen up and listen well cause I ain't saying this twice!! Mr. Target come out with your fucking hands up your under arrest!! Anything you can say or will say will get you a bullet through the head!!" Bash yelled as he shot his gun at a random vase shattering it to make a point.

"Bash what the hell is wrong with you?!" I looked at him as if had completely lost his mind.

"Everything is wrong with me!! but right now the only thing I care about is shooting off that ugly face of his!!" He screamed as he looked at me with pure rage.

"Bash what exactly is your deal with Target anyway? You act even more crazy when you mention him..." Tourqedawg asked as he looked over at Bashur concernedly as he held Sparklez close just in case anything would happen.

"Am I acting crazy? Oh I didn't realize!! I thought it was just regular old Bash being his crazy fucked up self who wants nothing more then to see the world burn!!" Bashur yelled as cocked his gun once again earning squeals from many of the people who were hiding.

"Bashur I want Target dead more than anyone please calm down, were trying to kill Target not anyone else, so think this through..." I tried to calm him down.

He whipped around getting close to me and jabbed me in the chest with his finger "Well you shouldn't be so calm now should you?! NO!! I was once in the same boat you're in right now Dan!! I had everything taken from me, Target took everything from me!! Target took away MY everything!! HE KILLED HER HE TOOK MY CLARA FROM ME!!" He screamed as tears started flow down his face from under his glasses.

I looked over at him eyes widened he was breathing heavily and crying a lot. I'm guessing he realized what he said and looked away wiping the tears away.

"Oh  Bash......" I felt bad for the guy no wonder he was so messed up.

"You!!" Bash turned to some guy who was ducking behind a table and pointed his gun at him.

"Where the fuck is Target?!"

"I d-don't know he l-left l-like ten m-minuets ago with his d-date I'm sorry!! P-please don't shoot me!!" The man cried out as he covered his head.

"SON OF A BITCH!!" Bash yelled in frustration.

"FUCK ALL YA'LL RICH PLAYBOY WANNABES!!" He threw the smoke bombs down causing an exclusion of smoke in multiple colors.

When we were finally able to get out of there I tried to go talk to Bash but all he really said in response was "Get in the damn bus...".

"Don't worry Bash....were going to kill that son of a bitch"