Play Time
"So ... what now?" Donald asked as he glanced at the other 3 boys trapped with him.
Lee couldn't help but rip his hair in frustration as he panicked, "What do you mean what now? We're under arrest from the FBI! We are doomed! It's all you guys fault! Why did I come?!"
"Hey! Don't go blaming us! Who was the one all horny over the girl even after learning that she was underage," Patrick snapped back.
"Like you weren't the same!" Lee howled back.
James rubbed his forehead in annoyance before he yelled, "Yo, can you all shut up! Now isn't the time to argue amongst ourselves! Think about how to escape instead!"
"Escape! Escape! That's all you think of! Even if we escape, the FBI's got our faces and will find us easily!" Lee roared back.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
The sudden loud knocks on the door of apartment 446 interrupted the teens' argument. The four teens went silent as they stared at the door with a worried look. Frowning, James inquired, "Who's there?"
"Michael. The bodyguard of young master Charlie," a gruff male voice replied.
"Ah! Charlie's bodyguard! Please! Come save us!" Lee shouted in excitement as he scrambled towards the door.
"Mm ... just let me confirm the situation. I heard a gunshot earlier, is young master Charlie alright?" Michael questioned.
"Huh? Charlie isn't even-" Donald wanted to reply, but Patrick jumped on him and covered his mouth while shushing him.
With Donald looking at him in confusion, Patrick hollered out, "Yes, Charlie is alright. He's here with us, but he has passed out due to being frightened by the gunshot."
James frowned as he wanted to refute this, but his open mouth eventually closed as he sighed. The bodyguard was their only way out. If Charlie wasn't here, they might be left behind to appease the FBI.
"Alright, then stand back from the door. I will try to get it to open," Michael replied as he began to kick the unlocked door.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
However, to the boys' surprise, the door refused to budge. The boys can clearly see that the door is unlocked from the inside and that the door knob was constantly being turned around, but nothing else happened. A while later, Michael's voice came from outside to ask for confirmation, "Is the door unlocked from the inside?"
Lee who was closest to the door replied in a panicky tone, "It's not locked! Y-You can't open the door? Then, are we going to be trapped here?!"
Michael paused for a bit before he replied, "Hold on, let me keep trying. The door may just be stuck somewhere."
Michael continued to kick the door. Suddenly, the kicks stopped as the sound of colliding flesh sounded from outside. The boys were then able to hear Michael's scream, causing them to scramble away from the door frantically. The boys weren't able the sound of something being smashed into the ground as a groans of pain sounded from outside.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Hearing the gunshots coming from outside apartment 446, the four boys trapped inside tensed up in shock. They then heard soft grunts as the bodyguard that was trying to save them attempted to yell something, but they were too far from the door to hear it clearly. It wasn't long before the outside returned to silence, but this only caused the boys to be frightened even more.
"M-Michael? Are you there?" Lee whimpered, but hearing no response after a while, he squealed in fright, dived into the bathroom, shut the door, and sat against it as the lock on the door was broken.
The other three boys glanced at each other with worried eyes as Donald couldn't help but ask once more, "What now?"
James grumbled inwardly in annoyance as he replied, "Seems we have to find a way out on our own."
"Huh? James, why are you always thinking about escaping?" Donald couldn't help but question in confusion.
James frowned a bit before he sternly replied, "Based on my intuition, I don't think that man earlier was the FBI."
"Huh? Not the FBI? Then who was here?" Donald asked in confusion as Patrick fell silent as if his thoughts were confirmed.
"Based on how he was dressed, his lack of gun expertise, and his words, I have more reason to believe he is a criminal hiding out here," James replied with a grim face, "What just happened outside confirmed my thoughts further."
Hic! Donald hiccuped in fright as his face paled,"T-Then aren't we lambs waiting to be slaughtered staying here? What will that guy want with us? We are just kids!"
"His target may not be us. It may be Charlie. We are just unlucky victims caught in the mess," Patrick concluded sadly.
"Then ... what will happen to us?" Donald couldn't help but ask.
"Best case, we get off with a couple of bruises after being trapped here for a while. Worst case ... we get silenced," Patrick coldly replied as he got up calmly.
"W-Where are you going? Shouldn't we call the police now?!" Donald couldn't help but ask as he glanced at Patrick and James who were walking towards the bedroom.
"To see if we can escape from the window in there. You can check the kitchen and see if you can find us any tools to pry the window open. As for calling the police, our phones don't have signal here," James commanded as he strolled into the bedroom with Patrick.
Donald gawked for a bit before he took out his phone and saw no signal bar. He then grumbled a bit to himself, but he still listened to the command and went to search the kitchen. On the other hand, James and Patrick were now observing the dark alley outside the window.
"It's a pretty high drop from here. It's unfortunate that the building next to us is not tall enough for us to climb down using the the walls," James muttered.
Patrick also glanced around outside as he couldn't held but mutter, "There's no pipes or anything we can latch onto. Even if we had a rope, someone will still have to stay behind and hold on to the rope unless we can find an intact furniture as an anchor."
Patrick then turned around to glance at the bedroom's charred furnishing, but he was shocked to see the door silently closing on its own!
"Noooo!" Patrick yelled as he tried to run towards the door, but the door closed with a click before he reached it.
Hearing Patrick's panicked voice, James also turned around and saw the closed door. He frowned as he watched Patrick try to open it. Even though the lock was broken on the door, it didn't budge just like the front door! A chill ran down James' spine as Patrick frantically continued to open the door, but to no avail. Hearing the bangs on the door, Donald scurried over to help, but they still failed.
James also wanted to go help, but James's vision suddenly blurred and the next moment, he discovered he was inside somewhere completely dark! He tried to shift around, but the area of available for his movement is really small, and there also seemed to be a bunch of clothes packed all around him.
He tried kicking forward but only felt himself kicking something hard. He panicked and yelled for help, but he wasn't sure if anyone was able to hear him at all as there was no response even after a long time.
Back in the bedroom of apartment 446, Patrick finally gave up opening the door in exhaustion while commanding, "Donald, it's alright. Go to the kitchen to see if you can find anything to break the door apart."
"Alright, just wait a bit in there with James," Donald replied as he shuffled off.
Turning around, Patrick's face was a bit pale and he told James in a panicked tone, "James, there's something not right about this place. The doors shut on their own and won't open. I also noticed faint dark stains on the charred floor. I think that might be blood ... maybe this place, it might really be ..."
However, Patrick paused suddenly as he felt a shiver down his spine as he finally noticed something wrong with James. James was standing by the window while silently staring at him with a weird smile. Patrick couldn't help but whimper, "James?"
"Yes?" James responded with a cheery tone.
Patrick felt goosebumps on his skin once he heard the reply. Although the person looked like James and had the same voice as James, Patrick felt something very wrong with him! Hanging out with James for so long, Patrick knew that James doesn't talk in such a weird tone!
Patrick backed up against the door as he began to ask some questions to confirm his conjecture, "James, who was the first girl you had a crush on?"
James silently stared back with a weird smile as she replied, "I dunno? Maybe Alice?"
"A-Alice? Who's that?" Patrick asked in a panicked tone as sweat rolled down his chubby face.
"Oh, Alice is a very cute and charming girl," James replied with a playful grin as he strolled over slowly, "Do you know why?"
Patrick frantically shook his head as he flattened himself against the door.
"It's because Alice can do this~" James giggled as his head tilted to the side and rolled off his body.
Thud. Patrick opened his eyes wide in shock as he watched James's head dropped onto the ground and roll towards him. Tears leaked from his eyes as he screamed, "AHHHH!"
Patrick scrambled away from the head rolling towards him, but he tripped on himself, falling to the ground. Patrick continued to crawl away in fear as tears fell from his eyes. Eventually, he was trapped in a corner, and he could only slump down against the wall in fear as he stared at the grinning head.
"Don't you think I am cute? Hehehe~" James giggled as he glanced at Patrick with playful eyes.
Patrick's eyes widened before it rolled over and he passed out in shock. James' face stiffened before it gradually transformed back to Alice as it pouted unhappily, "Why do all men pass out so fast? Is this what master meant when he said that other men can't last as long as he can?"
Sensing her master nearby, Alice switched to ghost form and floated out of the bedroom. She glided forward and buried her head against the chest of Pro who came to watch the show as she whined, "Master~ Alice hasn't played enough yet."
"Yush, yush! Be good Alice, you will get your chance soon. Let me harvest some points from the one in the bathroom first. Then, you can play with him," Pro replied as he activated his abilities to send Mr. Lee to the toilet fighting ring.
As the moans of pain came from the bathroom, Alice and Pro watched as Donald trembled in the kitchen as he tried to hid beside the kitchen counters in fright due to the screams he heard. He didn't even dare to go check on his friend. Ignoring him, Pro deactivated his ability on Lee after harvesting 20 points and then allowed Alice to go play with him.
It wasn't long before screams of fear came from the bathroom, and it didn't take long for those screams to go silent. Alice floated out of the bathroom pouting as she grumbled, "All these men are the same. They can't last longer than a minute!"
Pro rolled his eyes and strolled into the bathroom. Switching to physical form, he moved the unconscious Lee from the floor into the bathtub, flushed the toilet, and cleaned the area. Then, he switched back to ghost form and went to send a ticket to Toilet Wonderland to the poor frightened Donald.
Watching Donald trying to resist his urges with a frightened face, Pro couldn't help but comment, "Don't worry and go to the toilet, Donald. You have a lot of sh*t talk waiting to be let out!"
Even though Donald scrunched his face up in pain, his fear seemed to triumph as he held it in. Eventually, Pro could only helplessly activate
With a confused look, Donald stood up in a trance and sat onto the kitchen counter. Pro covered Alice's eyes and his own eyes with his hands as he whispered, "Don't watch."
After a while of moaning, the black, charred counter was painted with a fresh new color. Pro peeked out from in between his fingers as he commented, "Nothing can trump that in disgust."
Watching the boy wipe his booty with his empty hands that he believed to be toilet paper and leaving the illusion bathroom, Pro awkwardly materialized behind him and knocked him out as the boy blankly stared at his hands in disgust.
Pro then moved his gaze away and told Alice, "Alice, go to the bathroom and switch back with that James guy. Lucky him, as he also gets a chance to enjoy the Toilet joyride."
Alice obediently floated into the bathroom and deactivated her ability to swap back with James. Suddenly appearing in the bathroom, James vigilantly look around in horror and confusion. As he gradually calmed down, he discovered Lee in the bathtub and was about to go over and check on him, but his stomach grumbled as his face distorted.
Glancing at the unconscious Lee and then at the toilet, James gritted his teeth for a bit before he decided to sit on the toilet, "Lee won't mind as long as he can't see."
As he listened to the music coming from the bathroom, Pro happily glanced at the extra 65 points he has harvested, bringing his total up to 4310.
"Unfortunately, the chubby one has already passed out or that would be an extra 20 points, and that Donald only felt enough disgust to give me 5 points, how sad. Still this harvest is more than a day of harvest from service personnel," Pro muttered as he watched Alice knock out James who actually attempted to fight back instead of being helpless in fear, "With that, the whole army is wiped out."
After dragging the now unconscious Charlie over to join the rest of the boys in apartment 446, Pro grinned as he returned to apartment 444 and brought over the small bag filled with white powder that he found on Charlie's body. He fed a little bit to each of the unconscious boys, then poured the rest of the bag onto Charlie's body.
"That should help mislead the investigation a bit. Maybe the mayor will even help suppress it," Pro snickered with no remorse, "As for what happened to them after, not my problem."
Returning to his bedroom with Alice, Pro dialed for the police on the phone as he diligently reported, "Sir! I think there are underage boys passed out from drugs at apartment 446 of XXX building of XXX street! Come arrest them!"