"NO!" Stanley shouts, as Fiddleford drops the gun down to his leg, letting Stanford shakily breathe out in relief.
"What!" Fiddleford shouted, looking directly into Stan's fear stricken eyes.
"You can't do this." Stanley croaked, him having his throat being completely dry.
"Is that all?" Fiddleford questioned, raising the gun back to Stanford's head, as Stanley tries again to get out of his bonds.
"No, it's n-not." Stanford Informed, Wincing as he slowly starts to get up, only to be knocked down again, by the same man before.
"Well, why don't you tell us why not?" The hooded man scoffed, being cut off by Ford.
"The journals." Stanford huffed, looking up at Fiddleford as he could see the anger rising in his eyes, while he grabs Ford by the chin and looked straight into his eyes.
"W-where are they?" Growled Fiddleford, as Stanford yanks away from him, Stanley looks down at the scene that is playing before him.
"Like I would tell you, look what you're doing Fidds!" Spat Ford, "This isn't you." Stanley adds, mumbling under his breath, Fiddleford backs up and pinches his nose between his fingers.
"Ivan, M-Mack and Kurt go search their house for the j-journals." Ordered Fiddleford, as he walks away from the Twins, he turns back and looks at them before completely leaving, while another hooded figure comes up and puts the gags back in their mouths and too walk away leaving Stan and Ford in the empty dim lighted room.
"What do you mean you couldn't find the other two?" Snaps Fiddleford, glaring at the other member who returned, Stanford squirmed in his bonds when heard Fidds say 'other two' meaning that they actually found one of his journals. Fiddleford marched his way to the Stanley and Stanford, and pulled out Stanford's gag and slapped him hard on his cheek; Stanley tugged hard on his bonds making it burn his wrists, and shouted at Fiddleford but was muffled by his gag.
"Where did you hide the others!" Fiddleford shouted, making Ford lean away from his face.
"I will never tell you!" Shouted back Stanford, he winced at the sharp stinging on the side of his face.
"W-well then I-I have q-quite a problem on my hands t-then." Said Fiddleford, as he brushed his hand threw his hair making it shed. Fiddleford snapped and three other hooded figures walked up and grabbed Stanley by the arms dragging him away from Stanford with a sound of muffled yelps for help.
"Wait stop! Where are you taking him?!" Pleaded Stanford, Trying to follow his brother but being held back by Fiddleford and another hooded man named Ivan, and his eyes started to sting again.
"Don't worry Stanford he will be fine." Fiddleford lied, as Ivan was trying to hold in a laugh.
"P-Please Fiddleford don't hurt him! I-I will tell you where the journals are!" blurted Ford, biting the bottom of his lip hoping that they will agree to what he offers. Fiddleford lets go of Stanford signaling to Ivan to do the same, Ford fell to his knees and looked up at Fiddleford with a stern face.
"What did you say you would do?" Asks Fidds, already knowing what he said.
"I will tell you where my journals are if you don't hurt my brother." Clarified Stanford, having a pure look of hatred painted on his face that made even Fiddleford cringe and feel bad for what we was doing to them, Fidds shook his head and looked back down at Ford doing the same.
"How do we know your telling the truth?" Ivan chimed in, as he glares back at him.
"He's telling the t-truth, and I-If he is lying why would he, he knows w-where not lying about his b-brother." Fiddleford insisted, looking away from Stanford and looking at Ivan.
"I'm going to tell you where I hid my journals, unless I have Stan by my side." Ford declared, not looking away from Fiddleford's face like they were having a never ending staring contest.
"Y-you can have him back when you t-tell us where one of the journals are." Fiddleford proposed.
"So what will it be?" Ivan asks, looking down at Stanford.
"Fine, the second journal I hid it in a tree stump five miles west from town into the forest." Ford mumbles, as he stares down at the floor.
"Thank you. Now was that so hard?" Fiddleford thanked, looking from Ford to Ivan as he gestured for him to go tell the others to bring back Stanley.
"Now tell where the third journal is." Fiddleford urged, looking back down at Ford, Fidds saw the pain and shame in his eyes and the panic of his brother being hurt, he cringed again as he started to feel sadness and guilt for the people who he used to call his friend and also lover.
"Not until I have Stan back." Ford hissed, now looking at Fidds with anger and hatred. But just as he finished his sentence he saw Stanley being dragged back still struggling in the others grip around his arms, and being tossed back on the ground shouting back muffled curse words.
"Can you take the gag out of his mouth?" Growled Stanford, as Fiddleford takes it out. "So now you have your brother tell us where the third journal is." Spoke Fiddleford, looking down at the twins.
"F-Ford don't tell me you said where you hid the journals at?" Asked Stan, but he knew already by the look on his face is exactly what he did. "Why did you do that bro!" Stanley Questioned, he opened his mouth again and was about to say something else but look on his brothers face was all he needed to know, and he closed mouth again.
"Okay you got your brother now tell me where the third journal is." Fiddleford repeated, but as he gets more agitated from the wait and started to get impatient and angry.
"Fidds come on you now have two journals ju-." Stanley was cut off by the sound of his brother being smacked again. "Now if you don't want that to happen again I think you better keep your mouth shut!" Fiddleford threatened, and Stanley looked at his brother who was breathing very shakily and then looked at Fiddleford with the look of absolute deep hatred for him, making Fiddleford turn away out of guilt.
"I hid the third Journal in the woods in a secret hole in the ground about two miles away from our house." Stanford admitted, and looked at Stan who felt guilty for getting his brother slapped.
"Alright now we just need to get them…..And Stanford, Stanley you're going to help me." Fiddleford smiled an sadistic grin and turned away as the twins looked at each other then saw someone putting bags over their heads.