!WARNING! This chapter contains BLACKMAIL, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE and DRUG USE if you can't handle reading blackmail, kidnapping, torture, and drug use PLEASE DON'T read this chapter viewer discretion is advised
Fundy passes back in forth in his house. He just got messages from some guy blackmailing him. Apparently this guy knows a lot about Fundy. Where Fundy really lives, he doesn't actually know Dutch, all he cares about is money nothing else, and apparently he's talked to his fans in a inappropriate manner. That last part wasn't true but the screen shots make him look bad. To top it all off he has a recording on him saying how he doesn't care about his friends. This guy wants to meet him in person. Not like Fundy can call the police, the guy will just leak the screen shots. Not like he can refuse either or tell his fans.
No. He'll lose everything , he'll have to work at low class job! He can't have that! Fundy makes a lot for a Content Creator. Fundy packs his suitcase. He's going to meet this guy. Fundy can't afford to get canceled. Not now. Not while he's at the highest point of his career. He leaves in a hurry, Fundy will do anything to keep his name high and mighty.
Earlier
Dream: Oh baaaaaadd~<3
Bbh: yes?
Dream: I got iiittt :)
Bbh: Got what?
Dream: You know what
Dream sends Darryl all the dirt on Fundy, even the false accusations of him.
Bbh: Wasn't it your job to release this once he was dead?
Dream: forgot the plan already?
Dream: you blackmail Fundy, you meet up with him, you kill him THEN I release the dirt.
Bbh: pretty sure that wasn't exactly the plan
Dream: pretty sure I didn't ask you for your opinion
Dream: besides you remember it wrong. I know the plan very well
Dream: even if I was slightly wrong you still gotta obey me
Bbh: so you're giving me the ok to begin?
Dream: yup
Bbh: what took so long?
Dream: oh I didn't take THAT long! Plus you don't need to know
Dream: besides, didn't I tell you to have some fucking patience? Do I need to remind you where your place is?
Chills run down Darryls spine, Darryl has made a mistake on testing Dream. Darryl remembers the last time Dream had to put him back in line. After what Dream did to Darryl to "remind" him... Darryl never wants Dream to remind him of anything ever again.
Bbh: no
Dream: Good 😌
Bbh: can I go now?
Dream: yes you may
Dream: have fun
Darryl goes through all the screen shots that Dream has sent him. Some were false, some made him look completely bad, and the majority is true. Darryl was annoyed... very annoyed. There's nothing he can do about Dream. Dream has dirt on Darryl. If Darryl's secret gets out there he'll be done for. He has to do what Dream says.
At least Darryl can finally get rid of Fundy. His existence means nothing. Darryl gets to work.
Darryl arrives at the spot he was supposed to "meet" Fundy. Sure enough there he was... late at night, underneath the street light. Fundy ruined Darryl's date with Zak, Fundy lied about where he lived, Fundy doesn't care about Wilbur, Eret, anyone! It's people like him that won't be missed. Under the cover of darkness, Darryl quietly approaches Fundy. Slowly making his way to him.
Fundy grows more and more impatient. Where is this guy? Who is this guy? Was it just a prank? 'If it was a prank they wouldn't have that shit on me' Fundy thought to himself. Fundy turns around only to meet a guy in a hoodie and is immediately knocked out. Fundy's head is pounding with pain, he can't move his arms. He also can't see anything. It's all dark. Fundy is awake for sure but he can't move or see anything. It was like he was tied up and blindfolded.
Fundy hears footsteps get louder and louder. Each footstep taken has a crunch to it, why? "Hey" a voice whispered in Fundy's ear. Chills ran down his spine. 'That voice... that's..' Fundy was shocked at first, then laughed. "Bad what the fuck?" Fundy chuckled "You really had me there for a sec. Good job with the trolling!" Fundy said cheerfully. "What do you mean Fundy?" Darryl asked in a monotone voice. "Come on Bad! You're obviously making a trolling video, duh!" Fundy explained.
Darryl wasn't so sure if Fundy really knew what was going on. Darryl would never do such thing...in front of a camera. "Fundy, do you know why you're here?" Darryl asked "Because you're making a trolling video!" Fundy answered right away. Darryl takes off Fundy's blindfold to reveal where they were. They were outside, in the woods. The look on Fundy's face so priceless yet satisfying for Darryl. "Fundy. IF this was a trolling video how would I be able to record?" Darryl asked while grinning. Fundy looks around, his heart starts beating faster. He notices a duffel bag beside Darryl. "T-That bag! It's big enough for camera equipment!!" Fundy says.
Yeah yeah! This HAS to be a trolling video!! He just hasn't recorded anything yet!! Darryl picks up the duffel bag, brings it closer to Fundy, unzips the bag and drops everything that was inside it. What was inside the bag was not camera equipment. No. It's was knives, a syringe, a syringe vial, nails, hammer, and a long piece of rope. Fundy stared at the contents on the ground. "You should've left me and my sweetheart alone" Darryl giggled, he didn't think that this was funny he giggled because he was pissed...really really pissed.
Fundy shakes in fear, it wasn't that bad! It was fun and games. He was just having fun. "Look Bad I-" Darryl shushes Fundy, "I don't wanna hear anything from you." Darryl whispers. Fundy starts to tear up, "Bad! PLEASE!!" Fundy cries out. Darryl grabs the hammer and swings it into his face, breaking his nose. "SHUT UUUUPP!!" Darryl shouted swinging his hammer over and over at Fundy. Only leaving bruises, Darryl avoids hitting the brain. It'll be too easy to kill him now. Darryl stops hitting Fundy. Seeing Fundy in physical pain, seeing him cry in pain and all out just suffering put a twisted grin on Darryl's face, but Darryl wasn't satisfied yet.
"You fucked up messing with my sunshine." Darryl said to Fundy "You ruined the perfect moment between me and Zak" Darryl explains while getting the nails out, and getting the substance in the syringe vial into the syringe. Fundy struggles to move. The rope on Fundy was getting loose, Fundy continues to struggle as Darryl gets the syringe ready. Once Darryl turned around to inject the drug into Fundy he quickly got out of the rope and ran. Darryl quickly grabbed his knives and went after Fundy.
"HEEELLLPPP!!!" Fundy shouts on the top of his lungs sprinting for his life. The more he ran the more it seemed like he was running in circles, everything looked the same. No sign of a road, lights, or something anything! 'Where the hell am I?!' Fundy thought it was only a matter of time before he gets completely tired and goes to sleep. He stops behind a tree to catch his breath. It's a miracle that Fundy has the energy to move even though his body hurts from getting hit with a hammer. What's wrong with Bad? Why would he hurt-no KILL for someone? No one is worth killing for! Doesn't he understand everyone uses each other for their own benefits?!
Fundy suddenly falls to the ground screaming in pain. He looks at his legs only to find a knife in his leg. Chills run down his spine, he reaches for the knife only to get a punch in the face from Darryl. Darryl immediately pins Fundy left hand to the ground Fundy struggles to get Darryl off. Darryl plunges another knife into Fundy's left hand Fundy cries out in pain. Darryl pins Fundy's right hand to the ground with another knife. Fundy screams on the top of his lungs. "Did you really think you can get away from me?" Darryl asked as he smiled "Do you know how long I've been following you?" Darryl followed up his previous question with another.
Fundy froze in fear. Darryl knew where he was yet he waited. "Y-you...why?" Fundy asks as tears run down his face. Darryl looks at Fundy in the eyes and whispers "You want to give someone false hope? Give them a false sense of security." Fundy moves his legs rapidly kicking and squirming was all he could do. Darryl has had it with Fundy fighting back, Darryl grabs his hammer and swings directly at Fundy's legs. Each swing getting harder and harder, more and more painful, and more of Fundy's crying. Eventually Darryl heard loud snap in each leg, Fundy was no longer kicking and squirming his legs. Fundy screams and continues to scream. "HEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPP-" Fundy coughed, his throat was getting sore from all his screaming. "Alright Fundy.." Darryl starts as he pulls out the syringe with the unknown substance inside. "It's time" Darryl giggles.