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Hey guys, so Major props to Useful for pretty much staying up all night and writing out two whole chapters, you did an amazing job XD
Useful: I once again have to stand up to a character acting rudely in the chapter, saying: "If your friend was kidnapped and you were getting suspicious of intentions and such, you'd be angry too." So yeah. Here, have this MEGA-FEELS chapter. I was up til' 5 AM writing it because I love you.
A resounding whimper echoed through the dark recesses of the basement, Ian trying to ignore it as best as possible. His father was watching from the side quietly.
"Just be lucky it's not Frank." Ian's dad spoke true; Frank would have probably made it all a game. Whereas the cop lady was just down to the point, tooth and claw. Her precision accurate, Ian shuddered where he stood.
"Why." He practically sobbed, knowing he would get the same answer from his father like every day.
"I had to teach you a lesson." There was regret, insane regret in his voice as he said that. Ignoring as the whimpers escalated into a scream.
Ian couldn't ignore it, shouting. "Don't hurt her! Please!"
"There isn't anything you can do. She's dead set on hurting you, Anthony, and the ones you love." His father continued, even his own eyes had to avert away from Ian.
This only made the bowl-haired comedian even angrier. His blue eyes blazing in anger. "Well, she'll have to get through-through..." He stopped, not able to think of anything. He didn't know how much this was hurting them, the Smosh fan base, everyone. More importantly the people around him, they were getting hurt.
His head dropped to his chest in defeat. "I give up." Were his only words, he couldn't help it. Not even when the screaming stopped and the woman left the basement with only a glance his way. Her guilty look going unnoticed to Ian.
This game had been lost, Game Bang, he got the punishment. So did the rest of the Smosh crew.
Back at the Smosh house, Sohinki was once again pacing as the police officer arrived. This one was different, a large sturdy African American male. His dark eyes watched them in worry, his brown notebook flicking open. "So you were right, we found Ms. Takahashi's car in the hospital parking garage." The officer explained, his gaze falling on Anthony.
"Since under circumstances and conveniences, it's been approved to go ahead and report her as a missing person."
Sohinki breathed out, his hands moving to through his hair in what sounded like a whispered "thank god."
The officer continued, "Is there anything else you can think of, any cars suspiciously following you; at this moment we're considering all of you in danger and will posting a officer outside the house. All three of you will be considered under temporary protective custody."
Joshua was about to say something, but was silence by Sohinki laying a hand on his shoulder. "What about our friends?"
"Your friends will be well taken care of. If you need to leave the house for any reason, just walk outside to the officer stationed here and ask. We're not limiting you from hospital visits or food, but we do think that your safety is on the line."
Joven nodded, as did Sohinki and Anthony. "Thanks officer." He said, pushing up his glasses.
"My pleasure, if you think of anything, don't hesitate to call."
He turned, letting himself out with the slam of the door. Sohinki, who was now once again pacing frivolity, fell into silence. Anthony and Joven watching quietly as the young gamer thought, chewing his nails, running a hand through his hair.
Brown eyes watched the ground until finally, someone slammed his palms on the table.
"This is all Ian's fault!" Joven finally shouted, practically red with pent up anger. Startling and shocking Sohinki from his pacing.
Anthony couldn't help but glare and jump to his friend's defense once again, "no! Ian would rather choose any of us over Mari first. Heck he'd probably choose Wes before Mari."
Joven winced from his spot, knowing that the young man named Wes was a Smosh Games editor and friend of theirs since before Clevver Games.
"Then why is she suddenly being subjected to god only knows what, with the probability to turn out like David?" He moved closer, the sweat causing his glasses to fall off his nose.
"Because—"
"Near dead and unconscious. Think Anthony, this is getting us nowhere if we keep it up."
"Keep what up? We're trying to live without Ian and the fact our friends are now in danger, now we are just hiding and blaming him when we could be looking for him."
"Where? We don't even know if he's behind this—"
"Don't you dare." Anthony didn't realize his reflexes had pinned Joshua up against a wall, causing Sohinki to step up. As the voice of reason between Joven and Lasercorn on Smosh Games, and a good friend of Anthony's it was hard to see his friends fight like this.
"ENOUGH YOU TWO."
Sohinki shoved his way between them, his breath hitching, trying to maintain calm and manageable breathing. He didn't need to be exploding at either of them too. No, he didn't like it that Mari was gone, he was distraught as much as Joven was. He knew what Josh was feeling, he was feeling it also.
He wasn't blaming Ian directly, but instead his anger was more towards the people doing this.
Matthew had to remain calm in front of the two storm fronts, about to kill each other here and now. They didn't another one in the hospital, or dead. "What happened to friendship always wins?"
Anthony choked back his next retort, eyes watering. Letting go of Joven, he quickly turned on heel and made his way upstairs and slammed his bedroom door, like a child. But Sohinki couldn't blame him.
Josh shouldered past Sohinki, the smaller man making his way to follow. "Where are you going?" He asked as Joven opened the door.
The dark-haired man didn't glance at Sohinki, though there was definitely a glare. "Out."
"But we're supposed to stay—" The door slam cut off his words, leaving Matthew alone.
He trotted up the stairs, knocking on Anthony's door. "Hey Anthony?" He jiggled the knob, finding it locked. "Anthony?" He called louder, starting to become frightened his friend was doing something drastic.
"I just need some time alone, Matthew."
Sohinki sighed, retreating to the couch. At first he thought about playing some Dota 2, then his mouse clicked on the browser tab; instantly taking him to Youtube.
"Ian." Mari struggled, her figure hunched forward, trying to the attention of her friend. Her dark eyes watching him from the short distance across the room. "Don't let them get to you." She coached, knowing he can hear her.
His gaze drifted up at her, guilty, broken, and not able to go on. "Ian you listen to me damn it. She, he, them, don't let your father get you down. We're your friends, we'll support you through this once it's all over." She seemed so confident, even if the lopsided smile was wavering.
"I can't watch anyone else get hurt."
"Then don't watch," Mari was blunt, and it was cold hard truth. She needed something to keep him from feeling horrible. "You're just as much of a victim as David, and I."
Ian's gaze averted, not believing her. Mari sighed, though it came out as more of a choke on air. "Please Ian, believe me when I speak for the rest of the guys. We don't blame you, really."
That's what they all said, Ian couldn't help but wonder if there was a tiny shred of blame. He had gotten her and David tortured, one on the verge of death and Ian too afraid to tell Mari what might come; if that was her fate also or worse. "Okay."
His voice was emotionless, like a child being told to do the dishes and they do it, but they don't have the heart to do it. Ian's heart wasn't in him to believe anyone would be safe, anyone would be on his side. Ian even believed after this Anthony would lose faith in him.
Ian really was sorry.
"Hey there audience." Tobuscus licked his lips as he looked down slightly, genuine seriousness in his eyes. The channel known as Tobuscus would be blowing up today, and this video itself would become a battle ground for love and hate.
"Listen, I've always been an out there guy, though you've seen me in a couple of videos with these two particular men." A lazy vlog rolled of him with Ian Hecox, Anthony Padilla, Shay Carl, Justine, not to mention Rhett & Link at NATPE, him talking to Ian and them throughout the video.
"Um, there have been some recent troubles—you don't understand how at a lost of words I am." Sohinki watched quietly, his fingers pressed against his lips. He didn't know much about Toby Turner, only meeting him briefly at Cons, but from what he saw the guy was generally nice.
"They just need to be in everyone's thoughts. The Smosh guys do, I don't exactly know them as well as many other Youtubers, but I do talk to them quite a bit when we do see each other. Just get well soon guys, you need as much support as possible." He bent over and picked up his dog, holding Gryphon close."Bless you all."
Sohinki immediately scrolled down through the comments, like he always did for videos. It was a natural habit of any Youtuber.
Daxter2231:
You said "Bless you all", not "bless your face"...I don't know if it's the emotion of this video or just what's happening that made that hit me hard.
Sohinki had to rub his face, trying to look and feel manly again. The common joke of the internet, "I had to punch a wall to feel manly again" honestly wasn't a bad idea. He clicked the mouse back to the main page, not hearing Anthony come down the steps.
"Hey, go to the Fowler sisters' recent videos." Anthony's voice made Sohinki jump, but he obliged. Typing in their web address and clicking on the video, "Smosh Hang in There!"
What looked like Blair adjusting the camera popped up on the screen, she took a deep breath as she sat back, looking at her sister next to her.
"Hey everyone, so as you know the Smosh guys have been having a hard time lately..." Said Blair, before taking another deep breath. Elle placed a hand on her sister's shoulder, she knew how much Anthony meant to her; but the two men watching were oblivious to this fact.
"So, if you could please take the time to wish them well, and offer them as well as the Smoshers support that would be most appreciated." Said Elle sincerely.
"We hope you guys are holding up ok, and we want to offer up as much support as possible, we hope that you find Ian and the word is out that Mari is missing now, and that Lasercorn...David gets better soon." Said Blair, nearing tears.
" So please offer up as much support, and love to Smosh, Smosh Games and the Smoshers as you can...they really need it right now." Said Elle. The camera cut out, Sohinki once again scrolling through the heartfelt comments.
"God, I feel like a jerk." Anthony sat down next to Sohinki, his figure slumping lightly.
"Why?" Sohinki asked, glancing over as he found a Playlist sent to Smosh Games that the FineBros were putting together for all their 'heartfelt' videos of support. Many of which have multiple people Sohinki didn't know, but other Youtubers were also in it. He clicked on the one by the FineBros, letting it load.
Anthony didn't answer, leaning forward to click for the video to play.
"Hi, we're the Fine Brothers." It began, the two in their normal studio, sitting where they usually sit for spoilers and Fine Time. "We want to wish Smosh well, and from all the Kids and Teens and Adults and Youtubers."
The scene suddenly changed to a large open area, Anthony recognizing some of the kids from the React series, and the teens, and the Youtubers who pledged their time for this one simple segment. "WE LOVE YOU!" They chorused loudly.
Sohinki and Anthony smiled. "I talked to Kevin, Kimberly, and Matt while cooling down. They wanted to visit, but I can't risk it. I even told mom to go on vacation. I'm even tempted to tell Kalel and Melanie to go stay with their parents for now." His friend placed a hand on Anthony's shoulder.
"Whatever decision you make, it'll be for the best."
Ian had no idea how long they've been down there, isolated, alone. Him being there the longest, and Mari having arrived in the middle of what must have been the night. He glanced around, trying to straighten himself to keep his arms from hurting anymore than possible. Blue eyes dull, blood smears on his skin and body.
His eyes wandered over to Mari, who had finally lost consciousness after the second round. They were getting quicker, they wanted more results and were up to something. They wanted the grand finale soon.
Dear god he hoped they were found soon.
The day passed onto evening and onto night, no word from anyone, the police, and Lasercorn's fiancée who promised to keep Sohinki updated, Joven was still having a fit of rage but was kind enough to send a text stating he was still alive.
Sohinki and Anthony hadn't bothered to make anything, seeing as Kalel was visiting her parents; instead munching on grilled cheese; leaving a few for Joven when he returns. Well, Sohinki did, Anthony set against it.
Sohinki was silent, munching on the grilled cheese contently. The door bell startling both out of their silent dinner, which was way too late to be dinner at 9 P.M.
"It's probably Joven."
Sohinki got up and went to the door, answering it cautiously; but once he saw the familiar figure on the other side his eyes widened.
"You know, it took me forever to get past your personal security now, and to convince them I was friend and not foe. That bad, huh? Sorry, haven't heard anything since I left Italy, mainly Jack here giving me the details." A familiar dirty blond figure smiled, his Swedish accent evident and also jet lagged it seems. Recognizing Sohinki from when they played videogames together the last time he was in Los Angeles.
Next to him was a less familiar figure to Sohinki, but a good friend to Ian and Anthony since Your Grammar Sucks #50, smiling and waving at him and Anthony as he appeared to see if it was Joven or not. A look of astonishment genuine on his face.
"Felix! Such a surprise!"