promise.

What is going on?

Badboyhalo- Darryl
Skeppy- Zak
A6d- Vincent

Ik this isn't rl and Bad is older then Skeppy and A6D in irl but yknow. This is a fanfiction. My world😈

Darryl- 16
Zak- 18
Vincent- 18

Zak, Darryl and Vincent were having a completely ordinary Sunday evening, not knowing what will soon occur.

"Guysss I'm tiredddd" Complained Darryl, to the other two males. Zak looked at the sky. 'It is getting kinda dark out' it was quite silent now, other then the sound of breathing and Vincents pencil running over his paper, while he drew Bad and Skeppy, sitting on the bench; that they by the way were completely oblvious to. The park was in the middle of nowhere. It was just the 3 friends most of the time, so it was pretty nice.

"Hey, we should get going guys." States Zak. "I said that like 5 minutes ago!" Exclaims Darryl. "B-but I wasnt r-ready to leave.." Zak sniffed, fakely of course, messing with his innocent friend. Darryl obviously was sent to a panic, not want to make his friend upset. "No no I'm sorry Skeppy!" Skeppy then starts to laugh loudly causing Darryl to realise what was going on. "Hey Skeppy dont do tha-" his words were muffled by and hand and he tries to pull away to protest. Zak, on the other hand was looking at something. "Smeppy spo-" "Shh" he was cut off by Zak, pushing Darryl to Vincent. "Wha-" Vincent also sees what Zak does and pulls Darryl behind a bush. "You stay here." Vincent said sternly. "What? Why? This isnt funny." He tries to poke his head out from the bush to see what Vincent was staring at. He barely caught a glimpse of a large white van, till Vincent quickly pushed his friends head back behind the bush. "Stay. Here." He repeats, more harshly this time, causing Bad to nod softly. He wasnt used to this. What is going on. Is it just a troll? Did his friends plan this? A million questions ran around his head, till he heard a voice. "Well. Look who it is. Zak and his little companion. What was it? Victor? Vance? Oh! That's right" the deep voiced man he snaps his fingers. "Vincent. Your so forgetful. "What do you want Jacob?" Says Zaks voice. But it didnt sound like Zak. It was cold, and harsh. Jacob chuckled. "You know what I want. Now pay up." "What?? The agreement wasnt till 2 weeks!" Vincent raises his voice. "Yeah, but I changed my mind."

Zak was pissed. He didnt have the money. "What are you going to do?" Zak asked raising a daring eyebrow at the Jacob. The man chuckles, slightly worrying Zak along with Vincent. They then all hear muffled crys. They look over to see one of Jacobs men. With Darryl. Mouth covered by his hand. "Ba- Darryl!" Zak yells trying to run to his scared and confused friend, now being thrown into the back of the white van. He gets suddenly grabbed by the collar of his shirt, by Jacob, pulling him back. Vincent also being held back from their friend by another on of Jacob's men. "Ah ah ah" Jacob's cold voice states. "Money. Then your precious little friend back. And you better hurry. The longer this money takes, the more pain he will be in." Zak glances nervously over Jacob's shoulder seeing Darryl in the van, the door open, sobbing, hands tied, and a cloth in his mouth. He looked pleadingly at Zak, breaking his heart. "The clock is ticking.." Was Jacob's final statement, before throwing him to the ground roughly and walking over to the van, closing the door, restricting there sight of the poor confused boy. Another man walks by Zak, kicking him, and also getting in the van. He turns to look at Vincent, worry washed all over his face.

Darryl looks around the van. What was going on? Where was he? Another man, a tall, muscular one, walks into the van. He looks at Darryl and starts coldly laughing. He sits down on a bench, still looking at the boy on the ground. He decided to let the boy talk for a moment. He leans forward and slips the cloth down, out of Darryls mouth. Darryl doesn't say anything for a minute, just stares at the man. The he finally speaks up. "W-who are y-you" Darryls voice trembles quietly. "I..am a Jacob Reins. And you are?" He chuckles. The man looked to be around his 40s making Darryl extremely uncomfortable. "W-where are w-we g-going" Darryl asks, not answering the question. "Back to our base." "What I-is hap-happening" Darryl questions cautiously. The man doesn't respond. He just stares at Darryl, till he finally spoke up. "Your a pretty one." He smirks. Darryl tries to push himself away from the man, feeling violated by words. "Sacred Sweetheart?" The man laughs. "Dont t-talk to m-me like th-at" All the men in the van freeze. That was a bad move. "What did you just say." He says it more as a statement rather then a question. Darryls every inch of confidence dissapeared. The man leaned closer to the boy. Then, out of nowhere, grabs his throat tightly, restricting his oxygen. Darryl tries to pry his hands off him but failed. His vision suddenly getting blurry. Then. It all goes

A/N: Eyy new story! I wrote this in September so that's why it sucks TwT But as the description said, it will have very slow updateds and short chapters, I am working on multiple stories right now and have school. Sorry for having it be so intense the first chapter TwT Anways hope you enjoyed and are excited for this story and much as I am!