Thirty

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***Chapter 38***

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*Welcome to the 20k special…*

“Karl, your still in North Carolina, right?”

“yeah of course I am! Why are you asking?” I could feel Karl’s smile through the phone.

“well—um this is kinda hard to tell you but, I’m out on the side of the road in Ottawa, because I just got—kidnapped” I breathed out, having no other way to tell him.

“Ollie, I know your with everybody else right now, I’ve gotten prank calls before” Karl laughed.

“Karl—I know this is hard to believe but I need you to listen, I’m at a payphone right now because i literally just escaped from my kidnappers house. I can’t tell wilbur or tommy or anyone because they have cameras at the cabin they’re staying at. I wouldn’t have called you if I didn’t absolutely need to” I said in a hushed tone.

“ok—Ollie it’s not even funny—” I cut him off.

“No I’m serious Karl, please just trust me”

“you’re not joking?” Karl asked.

“no, I don’t have my phone or any money and I’m at a gas station”

“oh my god—are you—are you ok?”

“yeah I’m fine—I just need your help” I responded.

“ok I’m—on my laptop right now, you’re in Ottawa?”

“mhm”

“the closest flight is in 3 hours, there is an exclusive flight leaving in 50 minutes” Karl rushed, I heard typing on the other end.

“just texted Jimmy, he knows a guy”

“I effin love jimmy” I sighed.

We waited in silence for about 30 seconds before Karl cheered,

“YES, Ok I got it, the flight leaves in literally less than an hour—it’s a two-hour flight, I could get there at 8ish if I speedrun, do you have any idea what gas station you might be at?”

“It’s a shell” I looked up at the neon yellow sign above me.

“ok, I better get going, um—stay safe, everything will be okay, you got it?” he assured me,

“yes—Karl I love you so much right now” I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“anything for my friend, I’ll be there soon”

And then the call ended.

I took a deep breath as I shakily put the phone back on the handle. I started pulling at my hair in pure anxiety,

“what to do in the meantime” I muttered.

I paced the sidewalk outside of the gas station. I had about 3 hours to loiter around, I couldn’t leave since this was the place Karl was looking for, and I couldn’t call him back now.

I slid down against the concrete walls and started thinking. After all, the reason I left the cabin by myself to begin with was to think. I traced my steps back to the very faint night i had were Me, Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, Clay, (and Quackity) simultaneously kinda, sort of, broke the internet.

*“chat what should we do I’m boreeeeedddd” Tommy whined.*

***Whatthehonkity: paint your nails!!!***

*“ooh we should paint our nails!” I said, pointing to a message sliding by. Tommy held out his hands to show butchered nails.*

*“what the literal hell tommy what did you do to your nails oh my god” I took his hand and started scolding him.*

*“I don’t do stuff to my nails” Tommy whimpered.*

*“damn ok I’m getting the nail polish be right back chat”*

*“ok byeeeeee” Tommy waved to me as I ran across the room*

*“I’m not leaving forever” I scoffed.*

*“but I’ll miss you” he pouted.*

*“tommy this isn’t good for your streaming persona” I chuckled lightly as I started walking up the stairs to get nail polish from my room.*

***Spiceyshitface: she’s right, I’m clipping this.***

***Chickennoozlesoup: CUTE***

***Justjadynnn: Ollieinnit moments?***

***Schlattsgun: AWWE I LOVE THEM***

*“ok tommy, we have white or black I literally couldn’t see any other colors” I ran across to the PC where the stream was up and showed off the two containers of polish.*

*“if I do black will I be called an e-boy?” Tommy muttered.*

*“yes, you most definitely will. But it’s for the audience retention dude”*

*“fine, I’ll do black if you do black” he leaned back in his chair, almost falling over*

*“I was already was gonna do black, its superior” I said shaking my head.*

*“what music should we use?” I started fiddling with the streamdeck wilbur had set up for the snowman stream yesterday. My hearing senses were uncontrollably high due to the weed. So as Able Sisters started booming, i fell out of my seat.*

*“what the—” it took tommy over 3 seconds to figure out I was on the floor.*

*“she need some milk” tubbo shouted from the couch, I was still surprised he was awake.*

*“I’m dead, gone, find me a coffin” I said from the floor. Tommy took this seriously and pulled out his phone.*

*“hey Siri, where does one get a coffin?”*

*“Mr. A Hammers coffin selling, call now?” Siri responded.*

*“um—yeah—” tommy said, not really listening to himself speaking.*

*“calling A Hammers coffin selling, 1-800-6969-420” We all zoned out, not listening to Siri reading out the number. The phone rang for a whole 30 seconds before all of us snapped out of our trance, I jumped off the floor and clicked the end call button.*

*“what the heck tommy!” I laughed.*

*“oh oops” Tommy glanced at the screen and started laughing.*

***ItsBree13: WHAT WAS THAT-***

***Caught\_u\_simping: DID THEY NOT NOTICE THEY WERE ACTUALLY CALLING?***

***Femboydream: WOOO COFFIN POG***

*“tommy gimme your hand” I ordered.*

*“in marriage?” Tommy grinned proudly.*

*“shut up” I smiled at his comment.*

***Spiceyshitface: MARRIAGE WHAT***

***Chickennoozlesoup: OK TOMMY POP OFF***

***Justjadynnn: WHATDIDHESAY***

*“ok you need to stop shaking your hands or its gonna get all over your fingers” I held Tommy’s hand sternly.*

*“you’re the one holding it” Tommy remarked.*

*“fine, put it on the table before I cut your fingers off”*

*“wait like that one cut scene in outlast—” Tommy widened his eyes as I focused on his nails.*

*“yes” I responded blankly.*

*“my god” Tubbo stated.*

*“why are you still awake” I asked, not taking my eyes off of Tommy’s nails.*

*“cheerios”*

*“mhm” I excepted his confusing answer.*

*“ok, I have one hand done, lets wait a bit for this one to dry before I start the other” I held up Tommy’s left hand for the stream.*

***Lxipexii: POG NAIL POLISH***

*“Molly Molly Molly” Tommy started tugging at my shirt as I showed off his nails.*

*“what peasant” I snarled.*

*“truth or dare” he gave a smirkish grin as he said so.*

*“dare” I stared at chat,*

***Schlattsgun: TRUTH OR DARE YES***

***SavvytheDavvy: POG DARE***

***GalaxyDruid\_4: GO OLLIE GO***

*“um—do a cartwheel” Tommy wheezed.*

*“heck yeah I did gymnastics in the 4th grade” I jumped out of the chair and went all the way to the back of the wall, in front of the camera.*

*“you ready?” I asked, holding my arms up in a starting position.*

*“sure” tommy clapped giddily. I launched myself forward, putting my arms in front of me. then landing perfectly on my feet again. I gave the camera a wink and pointed finger guns toward the chat.*

***ItsBree13: WAIT THAT WAS GOOD-***

***Caught\_u\_simping: THE FINGER GUNS SKJDFNJKD***

***Femboydream: CARTWHEEL POG??***

***Whatthehonkity: GODDESS BEHAVIOR***

*“Tommy, truth or dare” I sat back into my chair and pushed the hair out of my face.*

*“um—dare”*

*“wow this shocks me Thomas I really thought you’d wuss out—”*

*“shut up before I stab you”*

*“jeez Louise—”*

*“my names not Louise” tommy crossed his arms*

*“no it doesn’t mean your names Louise—”*

*“whatever just give me a dare”*

*“I have a very good one, but you will literally kill me” I tapped my chin, seeing if the chat would catch on to what I was suggesting.*

***✅ Cadarino: its throwback time baby ;)***

*“I don’t think there could be anything that bad” tommy muttered.*

*“no trust me—I will be surprised if you even do it” I tried guilt tripping him into agreeing before he even knew what it was.*

*“no I’ll do it, no matter what”*

*“promise?” I held up my pinky.*

*“pinky promise” we locked pinkies; he was very confident.*

*“ok then—” I smiled as I pulled up YouTube and typed in the forbidden words. Tommy watched as I clicked on the familiar video.*

*“WHAT NO OH MY GOD WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS NO MOLLY I WILL START STABBIN—”*

*“YOU PINKY PROMISED” I argued.*

*“I DID—OH MY GOD NO PLEASE MOLLY—”*

*“you can’t break the pinky promise” I pouted.*

*“fine. I hate you; I will get you back I swear to god—” tommy muttered.*

*I pulled the tab over so the stream could see, and the familiar purple tinted frame showed. I pressed the space bar, making it unpause. And Tommy started doing the thing where he fake cries.*

*“jump in the Cadillac, girl lets put some miles on it”*

*“TOMMY YOU HAVE TO DO IT” I slapped the top of his head as he fake cried.*

*“anything you want, just to put a smile on it” Tommy finally joined, mouthing the words.*

*“you deserve it baby you deserve it all” tommy moved his head in a similar fashion to the original, flipping me off as he did so.*

*“and I’m gonna give it to you”*

*“Gold jewelry shining so bright strawberry champagne on ice” I clapped to the beat.*

*“Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like” I joined in on some of the movements with Tommy.*

*“Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like” We finished it off together and I laughed. Tommy sat there blankly.*

*“I hate you so very insanely much”*

*“love you too I guess” i scoffed.*

*We continued to play truth or dare for nearly 30 minutes, whilst painting both Tommy and I’s hands.*

*“ok chat, here’s both of our hands” I wiggle my fingers, and tommy did the same.*

*“well, what do you want to do know” I said nudging Tommy’s chair slightly, making it roll. Tommy nudged mine, making it the do the same. We continued to push each other’s chairs.*

*“wait hold on” I stood up and walked behind Tommy’s chair, then pushed it hard. He slid across the room.*

*“woah” we both acted like we’ve never interacted with rollie-chairs before.*

***Spiceyshitface: NOT THEM STILL BEING ZOOTED***

***Chickennoozlesoup: WOOO CHAIRS***

***Justjadynnn: ARE YOU GUYS OK?***

*We continued to laugh as we pushed chairs around for over 20 minutes causing us to end up on the floor laughing. Tubbo and Alex had nearly no reaction to us anymore.*

*I paused abruptly “wait wait wait” I shook tommy, him becoming concerned.*

*“what?” he asked.*

*“c h a I r s” and with that, we were back onto the laughing track. Literally giggling on the floor like children.*

*“c-ch-chairs” I said in between breathes.*

*“wait!” i paused,*

*“WHAT?” Tommy wheezed.*

*“w h e e l s”*

*“WHEELS” Tommy nearly yelled before bursting out with laughter, at this point we had forgotten about the stream, forgotten about the rest of the group, forgotten about my parents, about everything. It was just me and Tommy.*

*“what a-about, tires?” Tommy laughed.*

*“T I R E S” I said in the same tone as before.*

*“what are we doing?” I said clutching my stomach.*

*“Molly—we are laughing”*

*“we’re laughing!?”*

*“y-yeah were laugh—” Tommy’s sentence was cut off by another wheeze.*

***-WPCmcyt: T I R E S***

***Lxipexii: T I R E S***

***✅Cadarino: T I R E S***

*“NO LOOK AT THE CHAT NO—” I stood up , but shortly fell back into my chair doubled over.*

*“CHAT GET IT TRENDING, JUST #TIRES” Tommy whispered into the mic.*

*“I’m c-crying” I said, tears were streaming down my face as I almost wheezed again.*

*“WHY IS TIRES SO FUNNY” Tommy held up his hands.*

*“MI GUSTA TIRES” I breathed.*

*“T I R E S”*

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***Chapter 39***

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***Tw: slight suicidal thoughts woops***

I slowly peeled open my eyes to see the dark sky and realized I wasn’t reliving my memory anymore. Although as I glanced up, stars were spinning similar to that night, but I soon realized it was frozen flakes slowly coming down upon me.

“you’ve got to be kidding” I held out my hand to see multiple sprinkles of ice land on it. No wonder I was shivering, my sneakers were basically frozen to the ground. I rubbed my hands together to bring some warmth into them. Looking into the window of the gas station, I glanced at the clock on the wall and read the time. I had only spent 30 minutes outside. I shuddered and rubbed the side of my arms with my hands.

The snow was building up and sticking to the ground. Almost no car’s were on the road since it was so hard to see. I took deep breathes, racking my lungs with the icy air. I had an extra dollar from the money the cashier gave me for sweeping, and I had barely eaten anything the past day. Lifting myself up off the concrete, I strayed inside. The immediate warmth from the store was extremely welcoming. I quickly shook a couple snowflakes away from Tommy’s hoodie and walked through the aisle. Once picking a small bag of sour cream and onion lays. I walked to the counter and handed over the dollar. He swiftly scanned it and I was on my way. Once back outside in the freezing weather, I walked down a little so the cashier wouldn’t see me camping out.

I could’ve stayed inside, but the sign at the front of the door was loud and clear. “NO LOITERING” The small overhang of the roof was my only cover from the snow. I shakily opened the bag of chips and placed one in my mouth. I ate them sparingly, since this was all I had.

After what felt like 10ish minutes I was watching the cars go by, my eyes almost drooped since I was overly tired. I had pulled an all-nighter the night before, and it has been an excruciatingly long day. I feared that if I fell asleep, I wouldn’t wake up. the cold was really getting to me, and my brain was getting foggier by the second.

“what if this is it” I thought to myself.

It was a great run; I had my fun times. I could’ve just laid down against the frozen blacktop waiting for my heart to eventually freeze and stop beating. I strongly thought about it. staring blankly at the parking lot. I probably looked like a crackhead. Curled up against the old gas station, shivering.

Just as I was about to take a last look around at the miserable world I decided to leave, I caught a glance of something orange on my wrist. Tommy’s bracelet.

At the sight of the colorful yarn, instead of a frozen flake landing on my face. I felt a single hot tear.

“dammit” I wiped it away. I wasn’t going to cry; I hadn’t fully let my emotions out today. I was silently crying of fear in the car ride, and had a panic attack in the bathroom, but hadn’t really been emotional.

I didn’t want to seem weak. I had to stay strong for my friends, Karl was coming, and I couldn’t give up now.

I watched slowly as some older man pulled up to the gas station, the first costumer all night. He was obviously drunk, and barely noticed me as he barged through the door of the gas station. It was very entertaining, watching him grab multiple six-packs of the trashiest and cheapest beer there was. If had any money I would have totally joined him.

“I need new coping skills” I muttered as I held my hand in my hands, realizing I was totally willing to go get drunk with a total stranger.

After multiple minutes of distracting myself with the man, he drove off into the snow. And I was left to wallow in my pit of despair.

More time passed. And it seemed a little easier, I had now adapted to the weather, and I lay my head against my shoulder, barely keeping my eyes open. I needed to keep a look out for Karl, I didn’t want to miss him. I wanted to take a quick nap, maybe if I just let my eyes rest for one minute, I could obtain enough energy to stay awake for the rest of the waiting time.

I slowly let my eyes droop into a close. I surely wasn’t going to be sleeping for too long, I’d wake myself up.

Seconds later, (or what felt like seconds) I feel someone holding me in their arms.

“oh—hey” I am surprised by the sudden intake of warmth, I’m so weak I can barely hug Karl back.

“I was so worried—your actually—how did this happen?” he kneeled down to help me up.

“el oh el I kinda got kidnapped” I said drowsily, still having a speck of humor in me.

“i—yeah you said—but—do I need to call Wil—” Karl was tripping over his words, struggling over where to start.

“no you can’t call Wilbur, or Tommy, or anyone at the cabin for that matter” I said as Karl walked me to a car.

“why—well what am I supposed to do?” Karl expressed, walking over to the other side of the car, and getting in the drivers seat.

“you can’t call them or talk to them, because the group that kidnapped me is listening on them right now, they have cameras and mic’s and all this super techy stuff, there probably locked in on them right now since I ran away, there expecting me to show up any minute” I breathed out.

Karl was utterly confused trying to take in all this information, “how long—”  he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“well—what was it two nights ago?” I pondered, “I got a call from them saying they have my parents and they’d take me if I told anyone, even the police—that was the night we got high” Karl slowly nodded, “and then the next day I hoped in a uber and got kidnapped, I spent the entire day at their house and then I jumped off the roof because I’m built different” I chuckled, bringing my hands to the heater, I noticed my hair and clothes were soaking wet from the snow.

“that’s—interesting” Karl said, trying to think of words for this situation.

“indeed, can we please get taco bell or something” I turned to him.

“uh—sure” he giggled lightly.

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“what do we do now” Wilbur was talking with Officer Banks as I watched multiple people being pulled out of the house in handcuffs.

“honestly, all we can do at this point is to wait, we have a search party out for Ollie, and if she sees flyers or anything, she’ll instantly come back” Officer Banks assured us.

“yeah, but she doesn’t have a phone, heck she could be going full cavemen style already and just be living out in the forest” Schlatt attested.

“yes, that’s why we have a search party. Its best if you guys go back to your place and we’ll give you hourly updates” Banks ushered us away from the crime scene and handed Dream his phone number. We slowly walked to the car we had speed through the streets in.

Once we all sat in our seats, we didn’t say anything. Wilbur didn’t put the keys in the ignition, he just stared into the abyss. After about 3 minutes of the silence. Wilbur brought down his head, so it touched the steering wheel, making the car honk

“I—hate—this—so—much” With every word he brought down his forehead again making the car beep. We let him have his moment, every couple seconds he’d once again honk as we silently watched.

“should we—” Schlatt started to whisper, but it was cut off with a longer honk. I just shook my head slowly at Schlatt.