After the terrible night of what Craig had to go through to save Peanut, but what did the 10yr old pup went through when he got kidnapped? The 4th set of chapters is missing side of the story that will be told from his angle along side with new cast of characters.

A MAJOR thanks to the Beta-Reader here on that helped me put this into words and to fix it as much as possible till I felt confident with it. Thanks to...

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WARNING/DISCLAIMER! This is written with TEENS to ADULTS IN MIND. Bad Language is UNCENSORED.

The Story is Drama first, Suspense and Action. In that order.

Another thing is that there aren't any Wisps elemental weapons of power. The weaponry is typical weapons used in military. Knives, Pistols, Assault Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and Shotguns.

Chapter 7 Contains: 4,106 words

The OC Cast is: Main: Peanut(Pomeranian), Junior(Pomeranian), Bobby(Bobcat), Talbot(Bengal Cat).

Side Characters: Craig(Fox), Regal(Rooster), Vince(Lion), Marcus(Gecko) Drew(Raccoon) More will be filled in as the story progresses.

New Chapter will be submitted every Friday.

Forces DRR: Peanuts Tribulation

Chapter 7: Mr. Do-It

"Get away from them," Regal scolds Bobby for being close to Peanut and Junior. He pulls him far away from them, still going off on him, "Are you out of your damn mind?"

"I was just making sure if they were alright," Bobby explains.

Regal pokes him in the chest. "Wrong. What you were doing is a sure fire way to getting yourself killed." While poking Bobby's chest, he notices that he doesn't even have his police uniform on; he slaps him across his chest concerned, "You don't even have your fucking uniform on."

He takes a step back and franticly looks in every direction. He mutters, "Where is he? Why is everything off script?" He checks his watch, and then in confusion, he looks past Bobby. "There he is." He begins to wave.

Rewind a couple of minutes…

Within the breakroom of the Police Department, the microwave can be heard running in the room. 'Beep, Beep, Boooo-' The lid of the door quickly opens as Talbot anxiously grabs his snack. 'Finally I can eat something. I've been on empty since the gas station.' Feeling the hot-pocket in his hand, he looks at the microwave, annoyed. 'Piece of junk. It's barely even hot.' About to put it back in, he gets shoved out of the way.

"Move it dumbass! Your turn is done."

Stumbling back regaining his footing, he complains, "I wasn't even-"

The Doberman officer slams the microwave lid shut and stands tall staring him down. He snarls back as he threatens, "You were saying?"

"Umm, nothing." Talbot quickly backs off taking a small bite out of his snack. "Mmmm, yum. I like eating it cold."

The officer backs off as he crosses his arms. He mocks, "So when are you going to stop hiding around here and actually do something for once?"

Talbot doesn't answer and just looks at the exit.

The officer scoffs, "I'll find something for you to do." Seeing how eager Talbot wanted to go to the exit, he asks, "So what happened to that Bobcat at the gas station?"

Talbot snaps back, "You mean the Bobcat that I had to kick in the head before YOU were going to put a bullet into? I locked him in one of the cells."

"You should've kept him there. Now we have a child killer in the station. Right now he's standing next to the two kids in the office room giving them a hard time."

Talbot turns to the exit. 'He knows who it is. He's not going to do anything to them.' He turns back to the officer as he backs up to the exit informing, "He's not going to do anything to them. He'll behave if he wants his Lamborghini back."

The officer eyes widen with curiosity, "Where did you put that damn car?"

Talbot just gives a big smile in return and quickly exits out.

'I'm not telling him shit.' He looks at his cold hot-pocket and sighs. About to take a bite, he notices Regal waving at him with the chauffeur right next to him. 'What the hell does he want?'

He walks up to them while taking another bite out of the hot-pocket. "What… I can't eat lunch?" he says annoyed with his mouth full.

"You never got Marcus' message?" Regal asks.

Talbot waves the hot-pocket in his face. "What do you think?"

Regal snatches it out of his hand. He points at the chauffeur. "You're in charge of him." He then points right past him, ordering, "Go put his uniform on before he gets here. Right now!"

"OKAY! …Shit. …Locker room, right?" He puts his hand out as Regal just looks at it. "You're not going to eat it."

Regal extends his arm out to his side, opening his hand, letting it fall into the trash.

As he glares right at him, upset, Talbot angrily says, "Let's go." He grabs him by the shoulder and pulls on him still complaining, "Told you he's an asshole."

Reaching the locker room, he opens it while saying, "Get inside."

Inside the locker room, Talbot closes the door and locks it. Searching around, he sees a box on one of the benches. On the box it had the name Marcus with a message on it saying: 'For Mr. Do-It'. Looking back at the chauffeur, Talbot realizes something. 'Shit… I don't even know his name.' Talbot gestures to it while walking towards it. "This is it." Opening it, he takes his pants out and throws it at him. "Put it on Mr. Do-It."

Catching it and looking at it, Mr. Do-It asks, displeased, "And if I don't?"

Talbot warns back, "Just know that it won't end well for you if the boss sees you without a uniform on."

Mr. Do-It sighs and begins to un-buckle his pants. Just when he's about to lower them, he stops to look at what Talbot is doing. He sees him looking at him right back. Feeling awkward, "Do you mind?"

"Mind what? You got nothing to brag about, so DO IT!"

He takes his pants off and folds them neatly and then puts his pants on. And once done, Talbot then throws his shirt next without warning. "Geez."

"Hurry up. Who knows if he's here already," Talbot orders as he also goes through a locker taking out a small uniform shirt that fits him. He quickly removes his large shirt and puts it on.

As he turns back to Mr. Do-It, he was looking back with disapproval at him for stealing. "Don't give me that look. Put your shit on."

Mr. Do-It unbuttons his chauffeur's vest to take it off.

Talbot watches him struggle to put his uniform on while he still holds onto his vest. He shakes his head and asks with his hand out, "Hand it over."

Mr. Do-It holds it out to him.

Talbot reaches out to grab it and while taking it… he notices something from within the vest. Something was hanging out from one of the inside pockets.

While Mr. Do-It is trying to put his cop uniform on, he hears Talbot mutter in concern, "What the… What the fuck?" Wondering why he said that, he turns back to Talbot, seeing his chauffeur vest on the floor while he's putting two pieces of paper together.

Talbot's face was in disbelief reading what was on it. It was the crazy Ex-BOA maniac's prison background information. Talbot slowly turns back to him. "You… you know him? You fucking know him?!"

Mr. Do-It slowly puts his uniform down. "Look… it's not what it-"

"Oh fuck you." He pulls out his gun and points it at him. "You brought him here. You're friends with him."

With both hands out trying to calm Talbot down, he confesses, "Yes… I brought him here. Yes… I know him… But… I'm not friends with him." He points at the exit. "One of the kids out there is. He's best friends with him and he's out there looking for him."

With realization hitting him hard, he remembers, "Oh shit… The warehouse… What he did there…"

Noticing how worried Talbot was becoming, Mr. Do-It remained calm seeing his hands shake. "That's correct. When he gets here… and he will, he's going to-"

"We're fucked." A sense of dread slams down onto him that shakes him to his very core causing him to lower his gun. In a panic, he puts out his other hand out asking, "New deal."

Mr. Do-It scoffs and crosses his arms. "We already made a deal."

Talbot, upon seeing him crossing his arms in refusal, demands desperately, "THIS IS FUCKING DIFFERENT, ASSHOLE! MONEY AIN'T GOING TO MEAN SHIT TO ME IF I'M FUCKING DEAD!" He takes a step forward while pointing his gun at him shakily. "New deal… Alright?"

Mr. Do-It doesn't answer and just stands there with his arms crossed, knowing he has the upper hand.

Talbot takes a step forward as he desperately begs, "I keep YOU alive OUT THERE while YOU… you keep me alive FROM HIM!" He takes another step to him with his shaky hand out. "Deal?"

Mr. Do-It grabs and shakes it. "Deal," he says with confidence.

And as soon as Talbot tries to tighten his grip… he feels his very own hand gets squeezed even harder, being pulled forward by force instead. In shock from what just happened, he looks up seeing Mr. Do-It staring him down.

Mr. Do-It smirks and asks, "Does this mean that you're going to stop aiming that at me?"

Talbot slightly shakes his head, not backing down, "Hell no. This shit going to be front and center the whole damn time," he answers while he still pointing it into his mid-section.

Mr. Do-It grabs the prison information from him then releases his hand. "Guess I should finish getting dressed," he said.

"Yeah… you go do that," he remarks back, putting his gun away. Going back to the box and looking inside of it again, Talbot raises his hand, saying. "Hold up."

He stops half-way while putting on his shirt again.

"I didn't notice this was in here. It was hiding in the bottom of the box." Looking at the note along with it, he reads it. "Have Mr. Do-It wear this ASAP before being seen by Brutal. From: Marcus." He pulls it out and throws it at him. "Put it on."

He catches it, realizing it's a vest but heavier and thicker. "Is this really necessary?"

"Coming from Marcus, then it has to be. So put it on." Mr. Do-It begins to put it on as there's a knock on the door. "You finish up. I'll go answer it."

Opening the door, he can hear loud commotions coming from the main office room. The sound of so many people talking as if the whole building is in full capacity. "What is it?"

"Brutal's here and wants everybody in the main room right now. He's pissed too. I think he knows about the warehouse incident."

"Alright, be there in a sec," he says and closes the door. Looking back to Mr. Do-It, he sees that he was done getting dressed. He was folding his clothes neatly and putting it back into the box. Once he was done, he then stands straight up, adjusting the vest under his shirt. He then looks over to Talbot to let himself be seen in his uniform. Looking at his uniform, he notices that it had a lieutenant badge on it. 'It's Marcus' spare uniform. He never let anyone touch his stuff. Whatever he did out there with him, earned a shit ton of trust to let him wear it.'

Mr. Do-It gestures to Talbot as he presents himself. Dissatisfied, he asks, "Are you now satisfied?"

"Yeah, a lot better. Now I don't have to worry about you getting shot," Talbot rudely answers back as he grabs the doorknob to-

"I do have a question," Mr. Do-It asks.

"What is it?" Talbot asks back, releasing it.

"Regal - Are you friends with him?"

Talbot shakes his head, answering, "Not really. That crazy Rooster has flown over the coo coo's nest one to many times and just hovers around me."

"It seems like he knows a lot about you."

"Ya think, right? But there's no way. He just showed up today and never leaves me alone. Always says random shit as if this is nothing but a TV show to him."

"That means he's concerned about-"

"I don't need anyone to be concerned about me!" Talbot snaps back. "The only thing I'm concerned about is getting my money." He grabs the doorknob and turns it. "We got to get going. There's a meeting going on."

Upon exiting out, Talbot hears an insult being called. "Hey dumbass." Once he looks away, Mr. Do-It quickly heads back to the main office room to where everyone is. He doesn't waste time to get in front of everyone to make sure Peanut is okay.

Talbot loses sight of him… again, and turns to who called him. "Fuck… not this asshole..." he mutters in annoyance, seeing the same Doberman officer from the breakroom approach with a grin plastered across his face.

The officer mocks, "I said I was going to find something for you to do and I did." He sees Talbot's eyes go to the crowd. "Don't even think about it. You're going out there or I'll throw you out there myself."

"What is it?" he rudely asks.

"After the meeting, we need you to check something out for us."

Talbot looks back to where Mr. Do-It ran off to then back to the officer asking, "Check what out?"

"A donut shop. We got a call that someone saw the Ex-BOA maniac head into it. Need you to go check it out," he orders.

Talbot ponders to himself… 'If I'm going to be sent to a death trap… I'm going to need him by my side. Dying isn't really on my to-do list. I can bring him along to calm his ass down and have him stand still for one fucking second… Then I can then get the drop on him and kill him myself... and…' He starts getting excited. 'Oh shit... I'm going to get paid so fucking much.' In excitement, he accepts, "Sure, I'll go check it out. Just got to get someone first before I go. Y'know, Buddy System, right?" He quickly heads to the main office room.

"Alright, but after the… AFTER THE MEETING," the officer shouts back.

Ignoring his orders, Talbot heads to the main office room.

Entering the room, he can hear Brutal shouting threats to everyone. 'Damn… he must know what happened, but fuck him. I just need to find him and get the hell out of here.' Trying to force his way through the crowd to find where he is, he manages to get in front of everyone. As he looks around while ignoring Brutal's threats, his eyes go past Regal who is eating popcorn. "Hmm?" He quickly looks back, seeing Regal staring right back, shoving a handful of popcorn past his beak. Talbot simply looks back in concern. 'He seriously needs some help.'

Regal's eyes go from Talbot to his right.

Curious, Talbot does the same and sees Mr. Do-It fifteen feet away from where he's standing. 'There he is.' Just when he's about to go back into the crowd to get to him… A chair gets knocked over by an officer, with him tripping over it and hitting the floor. Getting his attention, he hears a shotgun preparing to fire.

Brutal storms to the officer aiming it down to him as he demands, "WHO… GAVE… THE FUCKING ORDER… TO DO IT?!"

'He's mad about someone doing it?'

"IT- IT WASN'T ME!" the officer shouts begging. He points at the dispatcher. "IT… IT WAS HIM!"

Talbot looks at the dispatcher, and Brutal does the same, causing the dispatcher to panic. "YOU FUCKING LIAR! IT WAS TREY'S IDEA!" Brutal takes a step towards him, making him confess even more. "I SWEAR! Trey ordered Marcus to do it, but he couldn't go through with it. He came back here and grabbed someone else to do it instead."

Talbot tries to remember about it. 'That's right. Marcus came here to find someone… to… do it. To do it?'

Brutal then grabs the shotgun with both hands and demands again, looking at everyone in the room. "Who… did… he pick?"

'Do it?' With startling realization, "Oh, shit... Mr. Do-It," Talbot mutters worriedly while he looks at everyone point to who did it.

They were all pointing at… Mr. Do-It. 'You assholes. The fucking idiot is just standing there with his head turned staring at the two kids.'

Backing up into the crowd and forcing his way over to him as fast as he can… He hears the first shot sound off, causing him to panic.

Trying not to lose focus, he keeps forcing his way through the crowd even faster to get to where he is. 'Get the fuck out of my way.'

Almost reaching Mr. Do-It, he sees him trying to get up to his feet grabbing onto a table, only to get shot once more, making him collapse to the floor in front of him. He looks over to Brutal approaching aiming the shotgun down to his face, but quickly Talbot shoves the closest person near him to collide into Brutal causing him to fire at the floor instead.

Brutal grabs the unfortunate officer with one hand and with terrifying strength, he hurls the officer clear across the office room. With both hand on the shotgun once again he aims down… onto nothing.

Dragging Mr. Do-It backwards into the crowd, Talbot can hear Brutal's booming voice shout, "WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GO!"

Terrified, Talbot didn't stop. He just kept going. 'Go… fucking go…' Without looking, his back makes contact against the nearest wall while still holding onto him. Near to him was a closed door. Looking away, he sees someone standing there looking right back at them concerned. In anger, Talbot demands, "Open the fucking door!"

He startles the officer, who quickly opens it for them.

With no hesitation he drags him into the room and lays him on the floor.

Mr. Do-It clutches onto his chest, coughing and wheezing for air. Every deep breath he takes, he then gives out a shout of pain.

Talbot stared down at him, seeing him in pain on the floor. The only thought that was crossing through his mind was, 'I can't have him die on me.' Falling onto his knees, he yells out, "MOVE YOUR HAND… MOVE IT!" He grabs his bullet-ridden shirt and tears it apart. Looking down at his vest, he sees two spots on his vest where the shotgun blast made contact. One: On his midsection, and the Second: Directly in the center of his chest.

As he was about to reach out to touch his chest… his wrist gets grabbed. He looks at Mr. Do-It's hand and his forearm, seeing the fur on it was flared and tensed. Further up his arm and to his shoulder and then up along his neck, he stops at his face, seeing just how enraged he was… and he looks directly back at him.

Before he can say anything, the sudden impact of a fist connects to the side of his face. Trying to get up to back off, he felt his wrist being pulled back, just to get punched directly in the face again. Talbot's head whipped back, exposing his neck for it to get clasped around, and then slammed to the floor onto his back. Staring into the anger in Mr. Do-It's eyes, Talbot reaches down and un-holsters his gun. He then aimed it at him, and with the very little air in his lungs… he pleaded, "Didn't know. I didn't know." Just when he was about to pull the trigger… he then feels his neck get released. Talbot coughs and wheezes for air in relief.

Mr. Do-It gets up, clutching his chest, and staggers to the window. He stares out to the main office room.

Rising up, Talbot also looks out the window, and sees the two kids that he's looking at being taken away. 'It has to be one of them… but…' He sighs, "Whatever you were trying to get out of them… forget about it. You're dead to them now." Talbot sees him take a deep breath while still holding onto his chest; he slightly shakes his head like he's blaming himself for something.

Remembering about the donut shop, Talbot smirks and informs him, "I got a lead on that the BOA prick was last seen entering a donut shop. We can go meet up with him there… so you can let him know that those two kids are here. But we got to go now."

Mr. Do-It nods in agreement but then mutters in pain, "Okay… but I need to go to the bathroom for a moment."

"Right, but don't take too long… who knows if he's still over there." He walks to the door ending with, "I'll be at the squad cars." Once opening the door, he then exits out.

Closing the door, Talbot rubs the side of his face then moves to the back of his neck trying to alleviate some of the pain. Once he stops, he looks for Brutal, not seeing him around. He then looks at everyone instead, who stare right back at him. He then points, not saying anything… then gives all of them the finger. He shakes his head then walks to the exit while muttering, "Assholes, every single one of you."

The door then re-opens again as Bobby exits out without his police uniform shirt and his vest on. He was now wearing his chauffeur's white undershirt that he still had on. Everyone just stares at him as he looks right back while he holds onto his chest. He begins to walk towards the bathroom, not saying anything. Once reaching it, he stops at the door and before entering, he lets them know, "Just so you know… those kids are alive… and in safe hands, but… by the end of the day… I'm not too sure how all of you will turn out, once this is all over." He enters the bathroom.

Inside of the bathroom, the exit door opens as Regal enters. He closes the door and locks it. Standing there looking around and seeing that it's empty, he listens for anything, trying to figure out where Bobby is but then shortly after… he hears him vomiting in one of the stalls. He smirks and asks, "Are you okay in there?"

"Go away," Bobby requests.

Regal heads to the sinks going through his pockets and takes out a bottle of aspirin. He puts it on the counter along with a bottle of water. He crosses his arms and informs him, "I'm not going to do that." Hearing him cough and spit… the toilet then gets flushed.

The stall slowly opens as Bobby staggers out clutching his chest. He looks at Regal and asks, "How's your show turning out?"

Regal shrugs, "It's alright, but from seeing where the source material originally comes from, it's kinda weird seeing it so down-to-Earth and realistic than what it's usually portrayed like."

Bobby simply stares at him, perplexed.

Regal smirks, seeing his reaction. "Right now it's on intermission 'cause one of the characters is in the bathroom."

Hearing what he just said, Bobby asks with concern, "Are you… well?"

"I'm fine, but you..." He grabs the bottle of water and hands it to him. "You got places that you need to be." He then hands him two pills. "Talbot is waiting for you."

"I don't want to have anything to do with him," Bobby says in refusal as he swallows the pills and goes back to rubbing his chest.

Regal smirks. "Do you really mean that? Because I doubt it."

"I really do mean it."

"No ya don't."

"What makes you so sure?"

Regal walks around him and washes his hands in the sink. "Because you got something that those assholes out there don't have."

Bobby continues to rub his chest. "What would that be?"

Regal turns to him, grabbing his hand, pulling it away from his chest. "What you have is-" He jabs him in the chest, forcing him to take a step back in pain. "Compassion." Another jab. "Morals." Another jab. "Heart." Reaching the door, he pulls his hand back one last time. "And most importantly…" he swings again, only to go for the door to open it, finishing with, "…you're not an asshole."

Bobby stares at him in pain.

"The story needs to continue. Talbot needs your help. He cannot go to the Donut Shop by himself. If he does, what he will do there will put his mind in a very bad place."

Being pushed out the door, Bobby looks to the side exit and asks, "What does he need help with?"

"You're not going to figure that out, by being in the bathroom." He sees Bobby looking around, and he knows exactly who he's looking for. "Bobby? Don't worry about the MC, I'll watch over him. You got a side plot to do with Talbot."

Utterly dumbfounded and confused from what he just said to him, Bobby heads to the exit. He stops at the door and looks back to Regal seeing him waving back. He mutters, "Did that just happen… or am I going crazy?" He then exits out.

End of Chapter. Thanks for Reading. Please leave a review to let me know how it's turning out.

Next: Chapter 8: One Donut with Extra Terror