Warning for PTSD, mentions of past character death, kidnapping, and threats of violence.
King's nerves shot up seeing the abundance of weird agent people standing around his neighborhood.
He had just gone to run errands and get Purple's birthday present, was barely gone for two hours, and and the entire neighborhood was in a complete lockdown state.
What the fuck happened?
Other neighbors nearby also shared the same sentiment. A friend of his, who ran a corn dog shop in town and lived a couple of houses down across the street from his own, was being questioned by some of the agents, and looked very confused.
Okay, something was definitely happening. And he wanted answers.
Dear God, if they did anything to Purple-
No, King shook off the nerves. Purple was a smart kid, he knew what he was doing. If anything, he probably had snuck out his bedroom window once they had all shown up and was hiding somewhere safe.
Until he reached his house, which somehow looked ten times worse than any other house on the block.
Okay, what the fuck did these assholes do to my kid?
His home is in such a state of disarray, it would drive Purple crazy.
God, he loved his little neat freak of a child.
A ransom note sits on the counter, and his fears are only further confirmed when he sees a text of Purple.
Almost two hours ago.
Fuck.
Fuck, where is Purple?
Scrolling into his messages app, Purple is right at the top, with a message sent nearly two hours ago that he had completely missed.
How the fuck had he missed a text from the kid he was swearing with his life to protect?!
Purple: Bunch of random agents from some secret organization came breaking down the door and attacked. Green and the others showed up, and we escaped into one of their trucks. I'm not sure where we'll end up afterwards, but I know you'll figure something out. You care that much, right?
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
The entire neighborhood is under lockdown, and Purple's in the middle of God knows where with probably hundreds, or even thousands more agents.
Shit shit shit.
King grabs the note left on his counter.
We've got your kid. Or, my cousin, whichever way you wanna put it.
Not that you care that your kid is my cousin. Probably just wanna know where he is.
Anyways, this ain't like a normal ransom note. We're not asking for money, and we're not asking for your life in exchange for your kid. Those are both wayyyyy to cliche. And stupid. We need your kid alive, and you.
After all, your probably gonna adopt him soon, so we need you both alive for that to happen, right?
Anyways, I'm sure if you cooperate, you'll find a quick way to get to our base. Because, if your smart enough to almost take over a video game out of grief for an eleven-year-old, I'm sure your smart enough to calmly negotiate for the life of a fifteen-year-old.
Just follow the trucks. Good luck!
Remember, calmly negotiate. I'd hate to have to kill your innocent little boy.
-Agent Silver
"Those fucking bastards." He gritted under his breath.
If those fuckers put one hand on Purple's head, I am going to beat the shit out of them all.
Stepping outside, he noticed Maroon, sitting on the sidewalk.
"Hey, Mar, I need your help."
Maroon blinked at the nickname. "What'd you do this time?" He smirked.
"I didn't do anything. These little bitches putting our neighborhood on lockdown took my kid." King snarled.
"You mean that fifteen-year-old purple dude your trying to adopt?" Mar pointed to the satchel King was still wearing, a stack of papers slightly sticking.
King shoved them out of sight. "Yeah, that one."
"And your asking for my help because..."
"Because I can't do this alone. I know it sounds illegal, but they want me there. They want me to come for Purple."
"It's a trick, that's what it is. Those idiots told me that some cousin of his is setting up this whole thing for some bigger plan. It's as if they know you got your ass beat by a bunch of children a while back, and they think you'll try and do what you did again." Maroon chuckled.
"Okay, sure, I get my ass beat by twelve-year-olds and suddenly they decide 'hey, why don't we take this dude's kid?'" King said, waving his arms around wildly.
"It's as if they're predicting that you'll try and destroy an entire video game for Purple." Maroon said thoughtfully.
"Purple is not in a video game, but I will probably gladly blow up their headquarters if they so much as touch Purple." King retorted.
"Relax, man. I'll help. Did they say where?"
"I don't know, Mar," King said, suddenly back at square one of whatever kind of plan he had.
A glance at the trucks all over the area gave him another idea. "But, I know how to find out."
He snatched a crowbar sitting on the floor, and sent out a message to Purple.
King: Hang on buddy. I'm coming. I'll figure something out.
He really hoped he did. These fuckers were not getting away with taking his kid.
"Sir, they are returning now."
"Excellent. Thank you, Agent Smith. See that any stowaways are taken care of. We do not want a repeat of last time, do we?"
"No, sir."
"Wonderful."
Blue peeked over the boxes. "We're nearly there. I remember this path."
"I do, too." Red whispered.
Purple stayed silent as the three agreed with each other. Staring at the message King had sent him.
Two hours after his own SOS message.
"King reply?" Green asked.
"Yeah. I think he's got a plan, and he's coming after us." Purple said, a small smile gracing his face.
"Dad's coming to rescue your reckless ass." The voice nagged.
Purple wanted to shut it up, but found he couldn't. It was right, in a sense.
"So, your dad's gonna follow our influence and come save our reckless asses?" Blue said, and Purple flinched on how it sounded so similar to the voice in his head.
"You okay?"
Purple shook off the feeling. "Yeah, I'm fine. And for your information, Blue, he's not my dad."
"He might as well be. You've been living with him since the Nether battle."
"And? I have literally nowhere else to go. My mom's dead, my dad's is who the fuck knows where, and I think my cousin from my dad's side is the one who put us in this predicament in the first place."
"Your what now?"
"Silver? The bright stick that led the ambush? They're a child of my dad's estranged sister. They haven't liked me from the start, for some weird reason. Not because they thought I was weak, or any other reason why my dad didn't like me, but something else. I haven't been able to figure it out."
"And then the shit with your mom and dad and all that happened." Green said.
"Yeah. Then I lost contact with both sides of my family. None of them have tried reaching out, nor have I tried. I'm happy where I am, and nobody came to help, so why should I care about them when they didn't try to help me even when I needed it?"
"Eh, who cares about them. You have us, and King." Green sympathized.
"Thanks, Green."