February 2nd, 2020

Harshita was confused when they couldn't stay in India. "The land of the free is where the key to our victory lies," Papa told her, rushing her onto a helicopter as metal pelted the skies. America sounded cool, stories of eagles and hamburgers, and most importantly, the legality of mass destruction. She didn't care so much about the destruction, the cheeseburger she got upon arrival was amazing! But Harshita rarely got to take in the surroundings. When they weren't traveling, they were locked up in hotels while papa went off to do adult business. Most of the time, one of his many employees stayed with her but today it was someone she didn't recognize. They yelled about it in some language she didn't understand but the man sighed.

"Fine, you better be quick though I was never great with children."

"Perfect! Glad to have come to this agreement. I'll be back tonight."

"Ya, ya get out of my sight-"

"And if I see her hurt at all you're dead." He chuckled lightly.

"I'd like to see you try." Papa just grumbled something and left. "I literally inherited the mafia why the fuck am I put on babysitting duty?"

"Um, Mr...?"

"Kumar."

"Mr. Kumar? What's the mafia?"

"Don't worry about it." His eyes suddenly lit up. "Say Harshita, do you know where your father keeps any important documents?"

"I think so... but he says they are secret."

"Well... he told me to look after them! But we can't tell him I did ok? It's like a secret inception!" She nodded, zipping across her lips and throwing away the key. "Alright now show me."

"It's in here..." Opening up a cabinet, she reached behind a metal box for some notebooks. Grabbing one with a lock on it, she found the key at the top of a shelf before unlocking the journal. Once it was in his hands, he began flipping through.

"Hmm... Dude Perfect is on this list? They're under Night Media so Jimmy's bound to connect the dots if they were to disappear. He's smart. So making sure to distract him with other targets might be the best idea. Vlad and Nikita, Ryans Toy Reviews... damn is he wanting to assassinate children? Killing the parents would be the easiest way to fix the problem. They are the ones who take care of all their earnings. And I'm sure there is no foster family willing to continue building their empires without lots of preparations..."

"Killing? Are you going to kill someone?" He snapped out of his mutterings, glaring at the shorter girl.

"No, I've never been a huge fan of blood, makes me squirmish."

"Don't talk about killing, it's bad." She pouted, hugging some stuffed animal close.

"Well suck it up buttercup, people die every day. Murder, suicide, illness, it's a normality at this point. It's almost funny how stupid you are. But I get it, your father thinks your this snowflake. I swear if I unruffle a single frill in that fuckin' skirt of yours's he'd have my head!"

"That's mean! Don't talk about papa like that!"

"I'll talk about him however the hell I want! Just because I'm getting paid to help him take out targets doesn't mean I have to like him. Your papa wants to hurt someone I love very much and this partnership is simply to stall until he's ready to protect himself." Anger consumed Harshita as she stomped her foot down oh so quietly.

"Papa told me about your kind of people. They think he did something bad!"

"You know Jay Jeon? CoCoMelon boss? Ya, he hired my friends to kill him! Look at all these pages. It's elaborate murder plans. These men and women and children are innocent. But he won't hesitate to kill them all and you know why? Because he's insane enough to think that your future in the YouTube business can only be paved in death. He thinks being number one in subscribers actually matters!" Bhushan burst out laughing, taking a moment to collect himself. "And you're just gonna keep following him because you're a fool of a child with no means to function on your own. You don't like killing? Then stand up for it yourself!" Finally, his voice lowered, leaning closer to her as he tore out a page of the notebook. "And word of advice, directly telling him isn't going to do shit." Throwing it into the trash, Bhushan hid a sly smile. Her eyes moved from him to the paper in the bin. She might be a bit young for this sort of work but it was his only hope. Would Jimmy listen to his reason? Most certainly not. The words of a child? Perhaps. The spark in her eyes was one of morality and justice. Someone of her age would love playing the hero and she'd be his warning letter without any need to push her.

Jimmy's beautiful display of bloodlust was for him and only him to harness, he'd be damened before someone else got to lay a finger on him.

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"EVERYONE NOW GET ON YOUR SEGWAYS! THE LAST ONE-OFF GETS 20 THOUSAND DOLLARS!" As his voice boomed in the warehouse, cameramen shuffled around to get the best angle of Karl, Alex, Chris, and Chandler hopping on the wheeled devices. The segways had no handles, only something that reached to the knees that you pushed to turn and a platform for your feet. As they stabilized, they got a few minutes to make sure they could use all of the segways basic functions.

"Now your first task is to get a banana from the staff lounge. Go!" As they zoomed off down the halls, Jimmy stayed back, readjusting the bandage on his wrist. The mantra he's been assuring himself with for hours rang clear.

You didn't mean to draw blood

You didn't mean to draw blood

You didn't mean to draw blood

He didn't! It was an accident. That morning his nails must've been a bit too long and when he dug them in to avoid waking up in a panic attack from a nightmare, he cut a bit too deep. Nothing fatal of course but it was certainly a surprise. He swore he'd never do it again, however. A simple sharp pinch always did the trick.

Nothing more.

Nothing more.

So why was this the second time he's woken up like this?

He blamed it on one particular sharp edge on the side of his thumb. Jimmy scowled at himself. Never again would he be so careless and sloppy in keeping his nails smooth and safe.

He spent almost an hour on this two days ago what did he mean sloppy?

"Jimmy! We're filming the next bit."

"O-oh right. Coming!" His thoughts returned to the video being made before him. This would be the second video since his disappearance. He also had a phone call with PewDiePie about sponsorship options for MCI. Right now something as insignificant as basically, a paper cut wasn't going to slow him down if kidnapping and PTSD barely did for six months straight. He was Jimmy Donaldson- No, he was MrBeast and MrBeast hadn't time to dwell on such worthless affairs...

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