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And with one final beep, the last piece of evidence of his time in hell disappeared. When the boy was surely certain the car was far gone, Tommy collapsed to the ground, burying his shaking head in his hands. All he could ask himself is why?

Why did they want his money?

Why did they kidnap him?

Why did they threaten his life?

If he didn't give up his Twitch donations to D-Company, an Indian terror group, they would kill his family. "And that's not a threat, it's a promise." Accent laced words still lingering in his mind, he wasn't quite sure what he should do. He could go back home. He'd use the excuse he was given and taught to say perfectly as to not mess up. Listening to their demands, he would return to streaming and wire money to an off-shore account that in some way, would end up in Dawood Ibrahim's hands. The name was almost bitter on his tongue. Of course, he could also go to the police. But what if they found out? He loved his family. Tommy's parents were good people and the last thing he wanted was their corpses in his arms. 

So what if there was a third option?

He looked out to the ever-bustling streets of Birmingham. He was already assumed missing. So what if he played into that role? He had 50 pounds on him to get back home but if he could start flipping that money as he does in Hypixel Skyblock, maybe he could do the same thing in real life. Well, he had time to think, the tube line was a bit of a walk from here. Getting out the money for a ticket, Tommy wiped away his tears.

Tommy was just a boy. He had braces adorning his teeth and pale skin that bruised oh-so easily and feet that were too small for the shoes he was wearing. 

He was still just a boy, he shouldn't have to make a choice like this.

***

"Ya, that's right! Get out and never come back!" In through the doorway and out through the windowpane, Jimmy Donaldson couldn't bring himself to care about the sharp shards now stuck in his skin. He thought he was welcome there tonight but he supposed he was mistaken. Keeping 10 feet ahead, he knew how to escape the claws that reached out to hurt him. At least here in Britain, he wouldn't have to worry about Desire Drive who chased after him. Chris's organization was made with good intentions but he couldn't go with them. He was gone for their safety, even if they didn't quite realize that.

Outrunning the "shelters" owner, Jimmy collapsed in an alley, counting his money. He still had plenty but he knew he couldn't splurge on expensive food or hotel rooms just for a bit of security. He needed the remaining 20k or so to last him a lifetime. London would be a new experience but he was a flexible guy, he could take it on. Picking the glass out of his skin, he wrapped some pieces of clothes around the wounds.

Sighing, Jimmy began planning on finding some sort of homeless shelter for the night. He didn't know what London would be like at night and right now he couldn't risk getting robbed. He had to keep all of his cash on him since now he was out of America. He already had to ditch his phone some while ago since he found out his location was being tracked with it so he'd probably have to ask some locals. Ears prickling for anyone who might be able to help, he could hear aggressive voices. Normally this would be when Jimmy dipped but something in his head told him to stay.

"Oi piss off mate, I won't come down here again I swear!"

"Too late now kid, empty your pockets." Kid? Jimmy stiffened. Grabbing one of the two robber's shoulders, he glared them down. 

"Leave the kid alone." 

"And why should we do that?"  Jimmy looked down at the child. He didn't look all that beat up. Must be new on the streets or just not homeless. He blinked. Wait was that...

"Because I have more money. Take this fifty and scatter!" The greedy men latched onto it and gave chase. Sighing, he faced the one he saved when they turned the corner.

"Th-thank you sir y-you didn't have to do that..."

"Nonsense! I don't want to see someone like you get hurt. I mean you are Tommy right?" The boy tensed before realization flashed in his eyes.

"MrBeast...?"

"Shh, not so loud! ...Just call me Jimmy." 

"Well, what are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Jimmy the world thinks your dead. I gotta tell-" Panicking he covered his mouth.

"You are not telling a soul that you've seen me."

"Have you done something illegal?"

"No, I haven't but..." He thought of the best way to explain it. "But something illegal happened to me. Well, I gave you an explanation, what about you?"

"That was really half-assed... Suppose you could say the same thing for me." He noticed tears filling his eyes before he turned away, facing the alley wall. Kneeling down at his sitting level, concern filling his gaze.

"Think you can tell me what happened?"

"...I'm not allowed to." A lump formed in his throat, this was all too familiar.

"Can you maybe just give me a hint. I don't need a direct answer." Tommy didn't speak up for a few moments but the pressure got to him. If he didn't tell someone he might just explode from the panic and the pain.

"Organized crime."

"L-like city gangs or... on a... larger... scale?"

"Lar-larger..." He could hear Jimmy's breathing pick up. 

"Um... like..." His voice dropped low. "Like a mafia larger scale?" Tommy's whole world came to a halt. He finally kept solid eye contact with the other man.

"How did you...?" Standing up, Jimmy offered his hand out to the shaking blond.

"Because the same thing happened to me. How about we get something to eat?"

~~~

(This is going to be a shorter, self-indulgent story and might not be up to my regular standards. I just want Jimmy and Tommy content :D If you want to read the original book, it's called Breaking the Beast and while it doesn't have all the Minecraft YouTuber's and the plot is different, Quackity is a bigger character and it has more angst. However, this book is NOT in The Death of MrBeast canon. So reading the original book will give you the full story. Hopefully you guys like this :)