Felix Vonlanden was on his way home after visiting the love of his life, Marzia Robertini. Inside the taxi, he pulled out his smartphone and checked the weather. A storm was apparently approaching from the north, so he decided to stop near his favorite mall and stock up on a lantern and batteries, in case the power went out. As soon as the driver pulled over, Felix exited the vehicle and moved towards Plaza Marx when he noticed another man shooting out of a taxi which evidently followed him there. Alarmed at the redhead marching towards him, Felix tensed and wondered if he ought to run from him.
"Top o' the morning to you, partner!" the stranger spoke with a thick Irish accent. "Are you ready for this?"
"Um…" Felix stared back at him, confused, "ready for what, exactly?"
"I'll explain later" the stranger said. "First, we need to find our third team member!"
Before he really understood what was happening, Felix found himself shoved inside another taxi and headed back to the airport with a delusional maniac.
"So," he tried to start a sane conversation, hoping to distract his kidnapper, "what brings you to Sweden?"
"The lovely weather, of course!" the stranger said. "You're acting like you don't remember me, you goof. Don't you remember your old buddy Jack Nichols?" he nudged Felix with his elbow, as if he needed to catch on to something he said.
"Um…no, I'm sorry. Ow!" Felix received a harder elbow to the ribs. "What was that for?"
"For forgetting me. Now, we'll just—stop here, please" the taxi driver pulled over, and the two men got out. "We'll just catch the next flight to America and be on our way!"
"America?!"
"I know you're excited, but we'd better leave before that storm hits. We wouldn't want to get stuck here, now would we?"
"Actually, yes, I would. Now will you tell me what the heck is going on here?" Felix demanded.
"Sorry, can't do that yet, buddy! Y'never know who might be listening." Jack Nichols, as he introduced himself, semi-dragged Felix to the American-bound jet about to depart. Only after they sat down did Felix think to call out for help. Jack kindly 'let' Felix take the window, positioning himself in the aisle seat next to him. "Isn't this nice?" Jack breathed in the fresh scent of the airplane and spoke as if on a casual trip with an old friend. "Just me and you, off to the old U.S. of A…"
Now's my chance, Felix began sneaking his hand into his pocket while Jack chattered on, while he's distracted, I can call—
"Hey, what's that?" Jack held a sharp tone when he noticed what the blonde was up to. "What the heck is that? You know we're not supposed to use our phones, dang it! Now hand it over."
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Yes. I censor the smallest of words.
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Don't judge me…
I own neither Pewdiepie nor Jacksepticeye. If I did, that would be both morally wrong and downright creepy. The same goes for Marzia.