I can't move.

I can't see.

I try to call out for someone, anyone.
My motives are pointless.

I can hear humming and shuffling around me.
"Anti?!" I try yelling, but words only echo back to me in my mind.

The cushioning I was on - which I can only assume is a bed - shook abruptly, scaring me yet still taking away my ability to jump for a reaction.

"God-! Shit... My foot..."

This isn't Anti.

This man isn't Irish.

His voice is low...

very low.

"Dark? Is that you?"

I heard a door open and footsteps slamming toward me.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here? What did you do to her?"

"A-Anti! H-hey man! I was uh, I was just checking something... f-for Pewdie."

"And what the fuck does that douchebag want?"

"He wants... uh..."

"I'm waiting, Dark."

The area suddenly got much warmer as a sound flicked through the room. It sounded like a lighter was just turned on.

"H-hey man... I-I'm not looking for trouble.. You can put the flames away..."

"I'll fucking put them away when you fucking tell me what he wanted."

"H-He wanted the girl! O-okay! He threatened to take my supply away, w-we know I can't lose it!"

"What did you do to her?"

"I-I put the Amanstipolen Syrum in her! O-only Pewdie has the solution to fix her! S-She's still alive! She can probably still here us! She j-just paralyzed! She can't speak, move, or open her eyes, b-but she can hear!"

"Where's Pewdie?"

"I-I don't know! CinnamonToastDead teleports me to him! Y-You'd have to find him to get to Pewdie!"

It got colder at the heat ticked out. It got real quiet as slow, soft footsteps walked to the other side of the room.

"...Get out." Anti's raspy voice got lower than heard before.

"O-Okay.. We good, bro?"

"Dark, get the fuck out of my house!"

"Okay! O-Okay! I'm sorry!"

The room got quite once again, and the only thing to be heard was a faint, yet steady breathing.