Ian Hecox
"You? You're the leader?" Anthony scoffed, "You've gotta be kidding me, you can't even bathe yourself." He cackled at him. Then Charlie suddenly hurled a knife at Anthony, flinging it like he always does and hitting my friend.
"AAAAARRRGGHHH!" Anthony yelled in pain, the knife buried halfway into his shoulder, "You didn't have to do that!"
"You're lucky I didn't aim for your heart, you wanker. Get me some booze, Connor." Charlie's raspy British voice said. Connor left the room then came back right away with two cans of beer.
"Just tell us what the hell's going on." My friend groaned, his hand clutching his injured shoulder, tears flowing from his eyes.
I held on the handle of the knife and began pulling it outwards, "OW! OW! IT HURTS!" He screamed.
I kept pulling but it's really stuck in there. "I'm trying!" I shouted back, but the blade won't budge one bit.
"IT'S DEEP INSIDE ME!" Anthony bellowed as I kept on tugging, "OW! YOU'RE PUSHING IT DEEPER!"
"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" I spoke, snickering. Out of nowhere, Anthony slapped me and I think I deserved it."Move." Link then pushed me sideways and decided to give it a try, "Anthony, you're gonna feel a little stinging pain when I yank this out." He held on the handle.
"I-is this gonna be a short or a-AAAHHHHHH!!" Link effortlessly pulled out the knife without warning, making Anthony squeal an impossible whistle note like Ariana Grande.
"You okay?" Link asked.
Anthony rose his head up, "S-sure, a-as long as y-you define 'okay' as 'IN MASSIVE AGONY'." He cried.
"Just put pressure on it." Link squeezed on his shoulder.
He yelped, "Yeah, thanks for the tip." He stuttered, pulling out his scarf then putting it on the bloodied spot.
"Enough of the drama, poofs, let's discuss about the matter at hand." Charlie the drunk guinea pig said, motioning us to sit down. We took the chairs beside him and I sat on the chair to Charlie's right while Anthony stumbled to the left. "Okay, now you assholes have settled down, how about some booze?"
I banged my hand on the table, "Charlie, get to the point—" I said, "—why are we on the run from them?" Silence filled the area. "Well?" I interrupted.
"A few days ago back in the Smosh house, we were just there minding our own businesses and the Smosh Games crew were playing video games while you two were away. I was screaming for booze but no one would give me some." He narrated, "—then someone knocked on the door."
I slowly turned my head at Anthony. who had turned pale and his shocked expression mirrored mine. Suddenly, a dramatic music started playing 'Dun dun duuuun!' I traced where the music was coming from, Connor Kenway was holding a boom box.
"Do you mind, Connor?" Charlie politely asked, trying to be as calm as possible.
"Oh, Sorry." Connor pressed the pause button.
"As I was saying, someone knocked on the door. Mari answered it and two guys in black stood outside, wanting to talk to her in private, she agreed then went with them. I looked outside the window and watched her being smothered by the guys until she fell unconscious."
We gasped.
"They took her body to a black van then returned to the house. I warned the crew to hide but they won't believe me, they said I was hallucinating again. So I hid myself as the goons barged inside taking Joven, Sohinki and Lasercorn, they were no match for the goon's strength. One of the guards said, 'Ian and Anthony should be arriving soon, we better get them to the boss.'"
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SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)
FanfictionThe THIRD BOOK of the SIX-PART EPIC SMOSH SAGA which was divided into TWO TRILOGIES, making this the THIRD and FINAL book in the 'Original Trilogy'. Written from January 05, 2015 to May 06, 2015. ___________ They were supposed to be peacefully cele...