AN: NOT DEAD!
I know I've been MIA for a while, but I'm still kicking!
It's shorter than I realized, but I'm rather proud of myself for one particular phrase in this one.
"RrrrrraAAAGH!" Max heaved another chair at the glass pane, but had to quickly dodge as it bounced right backwards.
He jabbed a fire poker into the doors and didn't even chip the wood. Actually, being an underweight 10-year-old meant he wouldn't have done much anyway.
He pulled everything he could in the room in case there was a secret passage somewhere, but in the end he just got a lot of books lying on the ground and a broken the arm on a bust that looked suspiciously similar to Campbell.
He gave one more push on the doors before he growled angrily in defeat and kicked the door until his toe was sore.
"This is hopeless! You stupid! F*cking! Door!" He shouted, enunciating each word with another kick, earning another wave of pain to his jammed toe.
Defeated and in pain, he sank to the floor panting and grunting and punching the wood in the last throes of what might as well be a tantrum until finally, rage spent, he gave up.
He curled in on himself, stopping only when he felt something slightly-solid press into his stomach. Reaching into his expansive hoodie pocket, he pulled out the stuffed bear he had as a companion the entire trip.
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"Any ideas, Mr. Honeynuts?"
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"Didn't think so." He whispered, hugging it closer. Who gives a shit? Yeah, it's a stuffed bear. Yeah, he kept it since pre-K. So. F*cking. What?
"I'm gonna die, anyways." He mumbled mostly to himself.
He was stuck here forever, even if he did get out of this cult-freak's clutches. This 'Wizard' bullshit wouldn't help him in the slightest.
He'd never get home.
He'd probably never eat a decent slice of pizza again. Or a burger.
Or play another video-game.
Or see his normal friends instead of the doppelgangers.
David should probably just give up.
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He stood up from the edge of the floor and walked over to the basin, still swirling quietly in the center of the room. He focused again:
David grunted as he hauled himself and his small pack higher on the small mountain. He was straining, clearly tired, but still not giving up.
His hand grabbed another rock perch-
*crumble*
"AAAAAHHH!"
"DAVID!" Max exclaimed outside the basin.
David's fall was interrupted by a convenient sturdy tree branch anchored into the rock face. The adult took shuddering breaths to try to calm himself as he clung to the small plant before he reached over and grabbed another rock perch, careful to make sure it was steady.
And then, he kept going.
"No! Stop, you idiot!" Max shouted at the image.
But picture-David was still climbing.
"I'm not worth it! You f*cking idiot! You're going to kill yourself!" Max kept shouting uselessly at him. "I can't get back. It won't matter… I'm not worth it…"
His voice got fainter as the image faded to the reflective mercury of the potion. David was still going. He didn't know where Max was or if he was still alive, but he cared enough to try.
That caring would get him killed!
And for what? Max wasn't there! He wasn't even on Earth anymore!
He imagined David returning to Camp hours, maybe days later. Beaten up, exhausted, frustrated. Finally broken like he'd always wanted. Broken out of that 'sunshine-and-daisies' attitude to see just how shitty the world really is outside of his little fantasy.
It wasn't as satisfying as he'd wanted.
In fact, it felt like he had to swallow some bile in the back of his throat.
Imagining David finally giving up after months, maybe years of trying so hard to locate him. Maybe even just hoping to find his tiny skeleton amid some decimated rubble as closure. Only to find nothing. Ever.
He'd be heartbroken.
He'd finally 'get with the program'.
Max would have finally… beaten David…
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Max sighed as he thought to himself. He was the shittiest kid in camp. He was a shitty brat destined to be a shitty adult in a shitty world and die in some shitty way like everyone else.
So why was David trying so hard? Why care?
"Because someone fucking has to."
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The Warlock would be here soon.
It didn't matter anyways.
He probably already got his frie- travelling companions.
The mercurial fluid responded to his thoughts, showing a new image.
Nikki and Neil were holding Space Kid sideways between them like a battering ram.
"Okay, Neil, ready?! On three!" Nikki shouted.
"I-I'm not sure how effective this-"
"GOOOO!" Space Kid screamed excitedly.
"THREE!"
They swung Space Kid back, head poised towards a familiar, red-
*SMASH!*
Max jumped as a few splintered fragments of wood flew out of the recently-opened doors to his prison-room.
The dust cleared and three figures climbed their way through.
"Hi Max!"
"Guys!" He ran up to them, avoiding the rubble, "For once, it's actually great to see you!"
"C'mon, hurry up!" Neil ushered from the broken doorframe, "We have to get out before they find us!"
"Not without that dagger," Max asserted.
"Forget the dagger! Forget the wishes! Forget the Wizard!" Nikki shouted, "For once, I agree with straw-for-brains-" "HEY!" "We need to get out of here Pine-Sap!"
"You mean; ASAP?"
She gave him a weird look, "Are you messing with me?"
woooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Guys, c'mon, we gotta hurry!" Neil cried over the siren echoing through the prison break siren.
The Dark Warlock Daniel sipped his grape-flavored punch contentedly. His grin widened as he heard the obnoxiously-loud siren indicating a break-out was in progress.
This definitely made things more fun.
The chase was on.
AN: I'd like to point out, that was the first time I'd ever written 'f*ck' properly in a fic and I thought I'd use it for this special occasion.
By-the-way, I don't have the Rooster Teeth 'First' thing, so I'm an episode behind like everyone else without a stable-enough income to afford something like that. No spoilers! Thank you.