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𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍
I went through the walls. Each time I thought I was near Malcolm their would be a dead end. It remembered Me about how each relationship or friendship I've been in Reached a dead end. Where is he? This shit is so frustrating. Maybe I should just leave him. I stood in silence for a second and Started looking for Malcolm again. He was still laying on the Floor unconscious. I poked his cheek. Is he dead? Damn. I checked for his heartbeat. Oh, still there. Guess he is Still alive. I pinched his nose tightly. He started to somehow wake Up.
Malcolm: y/n?..
(Y/n): congrats, you survived Brahms Heelshire beating The fuck out of you.
Malcolm: we need to get out. Now.
(Y/n): Nope, You need to get out. And I will help You
I said as a smiled at him. Malcolm looked At me as if I was fucking crazy. And at this Point I think I am.
Malcolm: W-what?
(Y/n): did I stutter? Cause You did.
Malcolm: your not coming with me? Y/n HES DANGEROUS!
He said getting a little loud
(Y/n): Do you want to fucking die? Shut the Hell up dude, you're gonna get us caught. Come on
