Warning: Violence, gun violence, swearing.

Getting up, I stand before a very shocked Scott, and a very impressed Jimmy.

"See, it was crazy but it worked." A big smile on my face.

"We almost got shot." Scott states angrily.

"I wouldn't have let that happen."

"Where do we go now?" Nervously Jimmy chirps in. Footsteps approach to our left. Lots of footsteps.

"Not that way. You two go ahead, I'll slow them down." Scott pulling Jimmy away from the footsteps. Standing strong. I watch as at least ten guards arrive standing in front of me. One holding a tranq gun. Firing, I push out of the way. Looking behind me it's head for Scott and Jimmy. Slamming my hand against the wall. Bursting out is another wall. blocking the dart. Sighing relief. I turn back towards the guards. My hand's still planted on the wall's surface. The guards hesitate. Then run in, shooting bullets and tranqs. A wall blocks the guards, but the dart and bullets make it past. Dodging the bullets and tranqs. Pain spreads in my leg.

Looking down. One tranq hit me. Pulling it out instantly. I'll be fine. Tranqs aren't strong enough to knock me out.

Walking to the wall behind me. I open a me-sized door. Running through the hall. I hear shouts. Picking up the pace. Sprinting. Faster. Pushing my wings. Flying straight forward. More guards. Grabbing on to Scott and Jimmy. About five of them. Jimmy and Scott are pinned to opposite walls. The three guards shouting at them.

"Where's the creator?!"

"I don't know!" Jimmy cries. The form of a tranq gun forms in my hand. The other creates the form of darts.

"Well then hopefully they'll come when they hear this little bird scream." Another guard states. pulling out a dagger. Walking closer to Jimmy.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!" Scott struggles more. Shoving the darts into the gun. I point it at the guards.

Focus Frog. Breathe. Pull the trigger. No mercy on your enemies.

Breathing out, I fire. One, two, three. The three guards not holding them fall. The two pinning them look towards me in shock. Four, five. All the guards collapse. Breathing, but unconscious. I forgot about that memory. Though how could I ever forget you. Looking up at Scott and Jimmy. They're in shock. Standing perfectly fine. Scott rushes to Jimmy. Pulling him into one of the tightest hugs I've ever seen. Letting go, Scott glaring at me.

"I-"

"NO!" Scott screams at me. "Clearly they're not after us! They're after you!" Pointing at me. "And we keep getting in trouble for helping you!"

"Scott-" Jimmy tries to speak up. Placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Jimmy don't you see? It's because of vem. They only want him." Seething with anger.

"Scott, I have a question for you." Walking up to the two. "Where do you think you were before I found you?" My voice calm. Not angry, but stern. Looking down at the two.

"A field. Outside."

"What did you see when I entered the room?"

"You ripped a hole in reality."

" That was an illusion. You were in a cell. In this facility. I didn't rip a hole inreality, I opened the wall to the cell behind me. They want you in here as much as me."

"I don't believe you."

"Then let me show you." Holding out both my hands, Jimmy grabbed it quickly, Scott hesitated then grasps my other hand. Closing my eyes. I allow them to see the part of my memories where I met them. I feel it move through my hands to them. Scott pulling away in shock. Opening my eyes, Scott's panicked, whereas Jimmy's impressed.

"That's cool!" Jimmy states. Footsteps running towards us, from behind me.

"We gotta go." All of us sprinting away from the footsteps. Running down the narrow hall. Another group of guards rounds the corner in front of us. Turning back to go the other way, guards are coming back behind us. We're trapped...

There's always a way out. Some are simply to idiotic to see it. Don't be one of those people, Frog.

Reacting on instinct I open an exit through the wall beside us. Sprinting through it.

"This way guys!" Following me though, Scott and Jimmy sprinting. Not stopping. Hearing a scream. I look behind me. Somones grabbed Scott. Not a guard though. It's Fae... Well the fake Fae.

"DON'T STOP!!! KEEP RUNNING I'LL BE OK!!!!" He screams before his mouth's covered, Fae shoving him to the guards.

"Froggie..." Their sadistic voice, calling out to me. "You don't really think he'll be alright do you?" Pausing for effect. Scotts muffled voice in the background. " You saw what you got them out of. Do you think what I'll do to him will be any better? If anything it'll be worse. I can't wait to see him break." Stopping dead in my tracks.

"Keep running Jimmy. Keep running and don't stop." Yelling at him.

"B-but Scott....." Tears forming in his eyes.

"I'll get him back." Nodding he keeps sprinting. Facing forward and wiping away his tears. Turning back, I push towards the fake Fae. Pumping my wings. Forging a sword in my hand as they get closer. Swinging it at them, it gets stuck in their bat.

"You're so predictable." Grinning at me. Kicking out their leg, they fall. Taking this opportunity. I shoot towards my entry way. Creating a gun in hand. I don't care if I kill the guards. I had to get Scott back. Pushing a clip into the gun as I barrel towards the guards. Scott's shoved behind them. Arms and legs bound. Mouth covered with duct tape. Shooting out of the doorway. Pointing the gun at my left.

Bang.

One falls.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Three more fall. Shifting my gun to my right. I dodge the swords, tranq darts and bullets. Aiming my gun expertly at the guards.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

As they fall, I sprint to Scott, grabbing his chains, and they disappear. Allowing him to pull the tape off his mouth. Turning around, my wings block him from view. Staring the imposter dead in the eyes. A book in her hand. Pen in the other. Grinning at me wickedly.

"Well I must say I'm impressed." Scribbling something into it. "I wasn't expecting a passive idiot to be able to do this." Gesturing to the nine dead guards surrounding us. " Especially after your injury." Within the blink of an eye. Ten more guards appear around us. So that's how you create... Muffled sounds, approach behind them. A scared Jimmy's brought forward, Chained up. Mouth covered with duct tape. Tear streaks covering his face.

Scott peaks over my wing. Eyes growing wide as he tries to sprint to his partner. Gabbing his wrist, I pull him back. Just out of reach of the guards inching forward.

"LET GO OF HIM!!!!" He shouts at the guards, tears forming.

"Who?" The book and pen disappear. As they reach for Jimmy. "Him?" Scott struggles towards him. Me trying to hold him back. " Your little boyfriend here?"Running their fingers across his chin. Whimpering, he tries to get away. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What do I do? How can all of us get out of here? I can't but... Maybe they can...

"Hey!" Their attention shifts to me.

"What Froggie? Finally notice you're outnumbered?" Giving Jimmy a violent jerk. Causing a muffled scream.

"If I go with you willingly." Staring them dead in the eyes. Unblinking. "You have to let Scott and Jimmy out of your game." Scott stops struggling, staring at me shocked. The imposter's grin widens.

"I'd like to alter your conditions."

"What?" Growing more and more irritated. I don't have many options. And they know that.

"They'll stay in the game, but their survival will be higher. But if their risk goes down..." Grinning practically ear to ear. "Means you have to take the pain that they'll miss." Clenching my fist, teeth gritting. They know I'm backed into a corner. "I mean I don't think you have many options."

"Their survival has to be guaranteed." Scotts frozen. Staring at me in shock.

"But that's no fun." Giving me a giant pouty face, shaking Jimmy as they pout. Their wings are still butterfly shaped. "There has to be at least a small chance." Pausing they look at Jimmy. "Otherwise I might as well kill both of them. Right here. Right now."

"I'll only go with you if you're certain they'll be ok." Not letting up.

"You know what? I'm done with deals." Shoving Jimmy to the guards. "Knock 'em out." Ripping off the tape. One of the guards covers his mouth and nose with chloroform. He struggles. Then goes limp.

"NO!!!!!" Scoett cries. Shoving him behind me as tranq darts fire at both of us. Spreading my wings. Taking the darts. Shooting into my wings and my body. Collapsing to the ground. only to force myself back up. They do a lot more in higher quantities. Pulling out the darts. Emptying the clip from the hand gun. I make another, shoving it into the gun. Reloading.

"Fine then." Pulling the trigger.

Bang.

Bang.

Two guards fall.

"Stay safe Scott." Moving away from him. Firing as I weave around the guards. Shooting them down one by one.

Control your emotions Frog. Never let them control you in battle.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Stopping for a split second to breathe. The multiple tranqs slowing me down. An actual bullet is fired. My wing blocking. Agonizing pain spreads through it. Holding back a scream. I breathe out. Directing that energy outward. Moving again. I fire on more guards.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

"Froggie stop!" The imposter shouts. My gun pointed at a terrified guard's head. Foot on their chest. Twisting my head towards the imposter. They're holding Scott, gun pointed at the side of his head. He's limp. A dart sticking out of his neck. "Unless you want the flower husbands to die. Sooooo... Drop the gun." Glaring at them. Reluctant. "I'll do it, Frog. I'll kill him right where he stands." Not sounding angry. Or sad. Just manipulative. Dropping it, the few guards that remain grab my arms. Pushing both my shoulders downwards. Making sure my hands can't touch anything. Still glaring at them. "My. My My." Shoving Scott to two of the guards. "That was something." Walking my way. Glaring at them, I watch their grin grow. "Passive, caring, empathetic, compassionate Froggie, murdering at least 15 creations with a handgun."

Leaning their head close to mine. " You're more violent than I thought." Standing up straight. "For impressing me, I'll even let their survival be higher, and you'll take the pain they miss out on." Grinning ear to ear. "but there'll still be a chance of their death." Looking towards the two unconscious men. Being held up by guards. "I'll be kind, and even let them keep their memory of you. "

"Gee what a gift." Not blinking. Or struggling. Just glaring at them.

"I see your humor hasn't changed." Replying snarkily. "Take Froggie back to ver cell. And make sure to chain her up properly this time!" The guards begin pulling me away. Away from the unconscious Scott and Jimmy, away from my chance at finding the real Faerie, away from getting us out of here. I try to struggle, but the tranq darts are starting to take effect. Making me weak. Movement began getting harder. Eventually they were just dragging me. I'm sorry Scott and Jimmy...