𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝙰𝚜𝚜 𝙻𝚊𝚋 | 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜𝙳𝚞𝚘/𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 & 𝚃𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘 𝙰𝚄

𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

I don't know this man who took me, but he's scary. He's rude, and he yells a lot. He took my leg, so I'm just kind of stuck here on the cold floor, unable to move around.

The man walked in, holding a phone.

"Do you want to call you father?" He asked. I nodded fast, hoping he wasn't teasing me. "Here you go. Call the hero headquarters." He tossed me the small phone.

I opened it, dialing the number to Miss Puffy's desk. It rang three time before clicking.

"SBI Headquarters, this is Puffy at the front desk, how my I assist you?" Miss Puffy asked, her voice slightly muffled. "M-Miss Puffy?" I questioned. A moment of silence. "Fundy..?" She gasped. "Mhm...Can- Can I talk to papa..?" I asked, wanting to cry just from hearing the voice of someone I know. "Y-Yes, of course! Are- Are you ok?" She asked. "I am." "Ok, give me two minutes, I'll be right back."

The line went quiet.

"She's going to get him." I said to the ram man. He nodded, humming in response. A few minutes later, the phone shuffled, and I heard a voice.

"Hello?" Papa's voice asked. I started to cry, barely managing out a greeting. "Hi! Hi, Fundy! Are you ok?" He asked. "I-I'm- I'm ok." I hiced. "You are? Oh, that's such a relief, bud." "They won't feed me." I said. "They what?" "The ram guy won't feed me." "He- He won't feed you?" Papa asked. "No...I wanna go home, papa." I cried. "I'm gonna get you out of there, alright? You're gonna be home soon and I'll never let you go." "Ok...Is Mister Blade there?" I asked. "Yes, Mister Blade is here." "Does he miss me?" "Yes, he misses you so much."

I was quiet for a second, thinking of what to say.

"I love you, papa."

"I love you too, buddy." Papa said. It sounded like he was crying. I don't like when papa cries. "Are you gonna save me?" I asked. "Mhm, yes, I'm gonna save you." He replied. "You're sure?" "Mhm, and you're not hurt? You're ok? He's not hurting you?" "No, I'm fine." I sniffed. "You're not injured? Oh my god, that's great. I'm- I'm very glad."

"He took my leg." I said. "What?! He took your leg?!" "Mhm..." "So- So you're just stuck there?!" "In the floor, yeah." "Oh my god, I'm gonna be there soon, buddy. Just give a few more days."

"Ok. I-I can wait, I'm brave, I'll be fine." I said. Papa laughed a little bit. "Yes, I know you're very brave and I do believe you'll be ok."

Then the ram man snatched the phone from me, not talking I to it.

"Hello? Fundy? Hello?" Papa's voice was quieter as the phone was farther away. "Hello, William." The ram man smiled into the phone.

"If you touch my fucking son I will have your head on a goddamn stick, JSchlatt!" Papa yelled. So his name is JSchlatt? "Do you have my money?" He asked. "Yes, I have your money."

The 'JSchlatt' guy grinned, dropping the phone onto the floor, and pulling out a gun and clicking it. I shrunk down on myself, scared. "W-What was that?" Papa asked.

The guy aimed the gun to the phone, pulling the trigger. The phone exploded, a shard of it flying towards me, creating a small cut on my arm.

He looked down at me, smiling.

"So they can't track the number." He said. I nodded, biting down on my lip. "Why...did you not let me say bye?" I asked. He rolled his eyes, shoving the gun into his back pocket. "You're gonna see him in a few days anyways. Let's hope, for your own life, that he comes by himself."

He smiled, then turning to walk away, leaving me in the small, concrete room, my actual keg chained to the leg of the metal bed that I couldn't even get on.

I pulled my knee up to my check, resting my chin on it. My stomach churned with hunger and my throat pleaded for water. My prosthetic was on the other end of the room, staring at me, taunting me.

I exhaled sadly, leaning my head back on the frame of the bed, letting myself fall asleep.

Techno's POV
the next day

Wilbur had been asleep for hours. About fourteen, to be exact. He really needed the rest.

The lot of us were sat in the sitting room, sort of quiet. A few talked amongst themselves, but I drowned most of it out.

That's was, until I heard the floor creak. I turned my head, seeing Wilbur stood in the doorway, his eyes half open.

"G'morning, sleeping beauty." I said. He flipped me off, rightfully so. He came over, sitting down next to me. "How long?" He asked, his voice raspy. "Fourteen hours." I said. He nodded. "Wow, that's...too much." He laughed.

"God damn, Wilbur, your morning voice is hot!" Quackity said. Wilbur's head shot his way, his mouth hung open slightly. "It was a joke, man, chill." Quackity defended. Wilbur blinked a few times, exhaling. "Yeah, I know." He said, looking away at the floor.

I shot Quackity a glance and a grin with a raised eyebrow. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

I looked over at Wilbur, who looked in my direction at the same moment.

His face was red.

My eyes widened at him, and we seemed to have an entire conversation with just our eyes, even though he didn't move.

Wilbur had the hots for Quackity, for sure.

"You two are like middle school girls. You know exactly what each other is thinking by your flipping eyes." Hannah laughed. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with middle school girls." I said. "Oh wait- that sounded really bad!" I gasped, covering my mouth.

Everyone burst out into loud fits of laugher, and even Wilbur let himself giggle. I smiled at him, happy that he was happy.

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