Random guy POV:
I can't believe shlatt is fucking making kidnap a fucking kid from the police!
This shit is insane!!!
The kid has just been found by the police after his "kidnapping".
What does he want from a fuckin... how old even is this kid?
He's getting fucking kidnapped twice!
As soon as I see a clear I go and grab the sleeping kid.
I quickly run with him in arms as I hear yelling and foot steps catching up.
I run a bit fast and reach the get away car.
It starts up and I just throw me and myself in the car while Daren starts driving off.
I can hear the bullets being shot at the car, the noise is making the kid stir.
Shit.
I look around and grab my headphones and put them on his head.
His breathing seems to relax a bit so I carefully put him in the backseat while Daren starts going down a straight road.
I look a the kids face and fuck...
There are scars almost everywhere on the poor kids fucking face...
It's nothing like the bosses kid though-
But it's still fucking bad!
His clothing is ragged and torn while he literally only has one shoes on.
What the fuck happend to this kid while in that dudes basement?
I turn around and start texting boss.
Was the money really worth it?...
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Tubbo POV:
I have been bouncing off the walls ever since I heard that Tommy has been found.
He has been gone longer than I have of course, so it's a really big deal.
The scary part of this is that dream is the one who took him...
But why?
How am I supposed to feel ok when I was told my older brother kidnapped my best friend and when the police tried to arrest him he got out of the handcuffs and escaped?
God why is this so difficult????
I want to feel thankful that he had Tommy but at the same time WHAT THE FUCK?!?!
As I start spiraling I hear the knob to the door turn and the door open.
Before I can even think I get up off my chair, pushing it to the ground and fly over to the unconscious body before my eyes.
HES ALIVE!!
FOR REAL ALIVE!
I snatch him out of the strangers hand and-
What-?
I expected a LOT MORE weight than that...
I look down at my arms and my world freezes.
...
Am I dreaming???
This must be my mind fucking with me-...
I place him down on the bed and start observing him more.
No...
No no no no no no no no-...
Dream wouldn't-
He-
Right?
I take off my jacket and take off Tommy's shirt to switch it out and throw his shirt in the hamper.
I ring the bell and jack comes down.
I ask for 2 cups of water and 2 plates of food.
He nods and shuts the door, locking it front the outside.
He must have went back up stairs because I hear his feet hitting the raggedy ass wooden stairs.
I look back at tommy and see his hair and body covered in what seems is dirt and blood.
If he was kept in a basement where did the dirt come from?
Nvm- stupid question!
I put his head in my hands and look around his face.
He has scar's covered everywhere...
I sigh and get up to grab the medkit.
I grab it off the wall and place it next to the bed.
I hear a knock and respond with a "COME IN!"
Shlatt walks through the door and sets down a 2 sets of clothing.
"I uh... heard your friend was probably going to need new clothing so it's there, ring the bell if you need anything else.
I nod as I see jack someing back with a tray of what I have asked.
I watch as shlatt passes jack and walks back up the stairs.
Jack hand me the tray and waves off to do whatever the fuck.
I walk over to the desk and place the tray there.
I walk back over to Tommy and start to disinfect/clean his wounds, as well as bandaging and changing bandages.
After getting all the little scars I start getting to the big ones...
And god... Tommy has been through so much.
If only I just stayed fucking home...
I start to tear up and before I stop the tear from coming out it does...
I feel so over stressed I break down and start sobbing.
I lay my head on Tommy's chest...
I have to listen for his heart beat even in the hardest of times.
It's the least I could do...
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I must have fallen asleep...
I lift up my head and see Tommy's no longer under it-
I jump up and start getting ready to ring the bell until i look over at the desk.
His eye-...
What has clay done to you toms?
I run over to him and hug him.
Hanging on for dear life...
I bury my head into his neck as I start crying... pleading for him to never leave me again.
Until a I hear a sniff...
I look up to see him crying and trying to wip them away...
I grab his hands and he looks at me.
He goes silent for a minute until he starts sobbing his poor little heart out, practically screaming "I'm sorry Tubbo, I should have been better"
Why does he think it's his fault?
Did I do something to make him feel that way???
I throw myself back into a warm hug as me and him cry ourselves to sleep, huddled together on the floor from when we fell off the chair.
( NOT A SHIP!!! It's like a brotherly 'I missed you' type cuddle! If you don't know what that is I'm so sorry🥲)
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Quackity POV:
I park my car and run into the police station.
I look around first then I walk up to the counter.
"WHERE IS HE?" I say out of breath from running so fast into the station.
"Sir, who are you talking abo-"
"Where is Tommy!?" I scream.
"Sir, when we were trying to get him out of the house, someone took him and ran off..." she says in a apologetic tone.
He was close evidence to find Tubbo.
Me finding the kid could have given me answer on where tubs is...
My last chance-
"What..."
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Story's almost complete, how do you feel about that?
Ngl this is probably the most successful fan fiction I have made so I am very proud!
Love y'all!♥️♥️♥️♥️