Twenty-seven

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Chapter 34

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“Listen, Molly—” I quickly cut Jeffrey off,

“Can you call me Ollie” I sputtered, every time I heard the name come out of Jeremys mouth, it reminded me of Tommy, and the thought nearly made me cry.

“call you Ollie?” Jeffrey cocked his head annoyed.

“yes please” I looked down and fidgeted with my nails again.

“Ok, Ollie—I need you to tell me anything your friends might know” Jeffrey said sternly, putting the palm of his hands together.

“I literally have no idea; I didn’t tell them about anything” I shook my head nervously.

“Parker, look at the footage” Jeffrey pointed to the monitor, and Parker got to work.

“look here—” Parker pointed to a spot on the screen, it was a camera angle, directed towards the group on the couch. Parker played the footage, and I watched it stiffly.

Niki had come running out of the room horrified, I watched as she put the phone on speaker, everyone’s facial expressions changed within seconds, I knew they were hearing a similar threat to what I heard.

“why did you do that to them?” I held out my hand distraught.

“we needed to scare them, so they didn’t report you to the police” Gene said matter of factly.

“why do you guys need me anyway?”

“you’re young. Vulnerable, smart, know what you’re doing” Parker said keeping his eyes to the screen.

“no, but why me? There are multiple different 16-year-old twitch streamers you could’ve chosen from” I said, raising my voice.

“we want you as a spy” Jeffrey said blankly.

“a spy?” I said, crazed.

“yes, once we train you properly, we want to plant you back in with your friends, and feed us information, we don’t have a spy recruited yet, and we’d like you”

“what?” I stood up.

“you can’t do that!” I raged.

“well, we just about kidnapped you, and we’re listening to your friends as we speak, so I wouldn’t try anything” Jeffrey said rather calmly.

“you fail to remember we have your parents” Gene tsked.

“where even are my parents!” I was nearly yelling.

“they’re safe in an undisclosed location” Jeffrey explained, everyone was acting settle.

“Why are you treating me nicely? Why are you acting as if this is nothing!?” I continued.

“because this is nearly nothing for us, continue to act this way and we wont act like its nothing” Jeffrey said tranquilly.

“what will you do to me If I continue? Aren’t I so important to you?” I cross my arms.

“you’ll see if you continue this behavior” Jeffrey repeated. I stood there, defeated. Of course they weren’t going to budge, this is what they worked for.

“you said you don’t have a spy yet” I said.

“yes?”

“what do you have?” I raised my eyebrows.

“well we have me, the leader” Jeffrey pointed a finger into his chest.

“we have Gene, he acts as a fan, keeps up with the online personas”

“Parker is the brains of this whole heist; he tracks the cams and makes sure everything is in check” Jeffrey said proudly.

“Sean, my best friend since 7, usually just does the stuff around the house, cleans, gets food, answers the door”

“and then we have Sarah, she is very important, because she will be playing you” Jeffrey pointed to me.

“me?” I stuttered.

“yes, she’s gonna act as you online, tweet every couple days or so, to make sure the fans don’t grow suspicious y’know” Jeffrey shrugs. I didn’t say anything, I was honestly baffled at the thought that was put into this.

“and then we have you, the spy”

“I’m not a spy”

“oh you will be, but you must be hungry” Jeffrey glanced at his watch before leading me to the kitchen.

“pantry is over there; grab anything you want” Jeffrey waved over to the door of the pantry and went back into the mission room.

I inched over to the pantry door. When I opened it up, multiple variants of snacks were to choose from. I didn’t have an appetite for anything, but I didn’t want to starve. I grabbed a sleeve of ritz crackers and left to go upstairs.

As I walked past the mission room, I stalled at the closed door and searched for the words of a muffled conversation.

“she’s stubborn”

“she’ll give in”

“what can we do meanwhile?”

“why don’t you tweet something, talking about how she’s spending time with friends or something”

“I’ll work on it”

I couldn’t bear listen anymore, so I continued to walk to my room, I shut the door quietly behind me, as I did, I slid down the door and held my head in my hands.

I crawled over to the head of my bed and picked up Tommy’s hoodie. I played with the strings mindlessly as I thought about what I could possibly do.

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“this is absurd” I said, motioning to the paper.

“this is what we have” George countered.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just call—” I started, but Clay quickly cut me off.

“Ollie could still be in trouble if we call”

“Molly is in trouble no matter what” I said crazed, slapping my hand down on the table.

The long silence was split in half by multiple ringtones going off, I glanced at the twitter notification. But took a double take when I saw Molly’s username.

Check out the newest tweet from @OllieMolly !

Sorry for not being active, spending lots of time with the boys 💪🏼🥶💯

↳ Bree |  @ItsBree13

PLEASE NOT THE BOYS-

↳ @Caught_u_Simping

Niki & Iris standing in the corner like 🕴🏼 🕴🏼

“what the actual fu—”

“oh my god” Tubbo gasped as he checked his phone.

Multiple murmurs were heard from around the table as they pulled out their phone frantically to see what the matter was. But eventually when everyone saw the newest piece of information, it was silent as they stared at the screen.

“it can’t be actually her?” Tubbo whispered.

“who else would it be?” Quackity muttered.

The group sat quietly, waiting for someone to answer, but no one did. There was over a two hours of silence.

“what about her parents” I finally spoke, every head turned to me but didn’t speak.

“she could be with them—or” I continued but got cut off.

“or they could be dead” Wilbur spoke blankly.

The room was quiet again.

“what’s our best option?” Schlatt spoke up, nodding towards the paper,

“we have few, but we call the police, don’t call, or call the same number back”

“I think we should call back” I jutted in.

“what?” Tubbo turned to me.

“we need answers, I’ll even call”

“you can’t call” Wilbur said.

“why can’t I call, I’m good at words” I argued.

“tommy all the good words you speak are scripted on a Minecraft roleplay server” George grimaced.

“shut up”

“I’ll call again” Niki said.

“No I’m not letting you do that” Wilbur sighed.

“why not? I can handle It this time”

“I don’t want them to take advantage of any of you”

“I’ll do it, they may not know much about me” Ranboo says gently.

“no I can’t let you do that” Iris says,

“Yeah, I agree, no minors” Schlatt said, looking at Me, Tubbo, and Ranboo.

“why don’t I go?” Dream said.

“you could, but I don’t know—maybe I should just call” Wilbur answered. Nobody rejected his proposal, so he spoke again.

“so its settled, I’ll call”

“you should stay with us though” Niki said, “just in case”

Wilbur pulled out the phone used earlier and went to the latest number called. He hovered over the call back button before pressing it and putting it up to his ear.

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Chapter 36

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“Ollie have you eaten” Sean knocked on my door.

“why do you care so much” I said blankly, nibbling on a ritz cracker.

“you’re important to our mission” he said crossing his arms.

“that’s it? you don’t give a crap about my wellbeing, well of course you don’t you kidnapped me” I rambled.

“yeah, we really don’t” Sean scoffed and walked away.

As I looked out the window, I realized the sun was setting. I delicately stood up and walked over. To the glass frame. I noticed I was in a normal neighborhood, across the street, I saw a family through their dining room window, they were enjoying themselves, having dinner, talking amongst themselves, if only they knew what was going on just opposite side of them.

When my fingers trailed over to the lock on the window, I realized it locked and unlocked with ease. As I clicked the window open, I looked towards the door to make sure no-one heard. One step at a time, I pushed myself up out of the room and onto the roof.

“okay” I muttered under my breath and steadied myself on the rafters. I never was a huge fan of heights, and he overwhelming anxiety of the team catching me was rising.

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“don’t give them any information that’s worth value, short answers” Iris commented as we listened to the ominous ringing of Wilbur’s phone. He nodded and made eye- contact with the group.

After over a minute of the low beeping, Wilbur was just about to give up. When we all heard a voice come from the phone, we all just about jumped out of our seats.

“hello”

“hello?” Wilbur replied, trying to hide his nervousness.

“I have a hunch you are calling for a certain reason?”

“yes” Wilbur kept his answers short, just like Iris said.

“may I ask why?”

“we just want information” Wilbur started bouncing his leg a lot faster.

“what do you have to give us?”

“you already took her from us” Wilbur scoffed.

“sure did, and did it well” the guy’s voice was cocky.

“can we just—talk to her?” Wilbur nearly pleaded.

“hell no, don’t wanna have you guys conspire or anything”

“we just want to know if she’s safe”

“oh she’s safe”

“how can we trust you?” Wilbur mocked.

“you can’t, but just know we’re watching”

“how are we supposed to know you’re not bluffing with all of this?” Wilbur bit his lip nervously.

“well, we can say that Niki and Tommy are at your sides, Tubbo is fiddling with his hoodie strings, Alex is wearing is infamous LAFD beanie, Iris’s hair is currently died split black and white, Ranboo’s eyes are a light brown color, Dream has freckles on his nose, Sapnap is wearing George’s merch, George is sitting next to him, Schlatt is surprisingly not wearing his yankees cap, and Wilbur, you are on the phone, nervous out of your mind, I would say that we are not bluffing”

Everyone sat in shock for multiple seconds until the mystery voice spoke again,

“y’know, she’s behaving really well so far”

“what have you done to her” Wilbur muttered, leaning forward into his chair.

“nothing, showed her around, made new friends, she’s had some crackers”

“were is she right now” Wilbur pushed.

“in her room”

“how do I know she’s not—how do I know she’s not dead” I shot Wilbur a curious look as he said so.

“well, her parents are for sure, we took care of them, But Ollie is important, we wouldn’t kill her”

“give us one good reason not to call the police right now” Wilbur breathed out.

“we could always kill Ollie if we really wanted to”

“you wouldn’t dare” I spoke loud enough through the phone intimidatingly.

“aw innit’s gotten mad, guys we better run” He said blankly, which was followed by multiple laughs.

“there’s more then one?” Tubbo muttered.

“oh yes, tubbo there are multiple people on this mission” the voice said matter of factly.

“call the police” Wilbur mouthed over to George. Who pulled out his phone.

“that won’t be necessary, Ollie will be gone before they can get here” the voice through the phone quickened.

“neither of those will be necessary” Clay jutted in and held up his phone proudly.

“what?” Wilbur said, utterly confused.

“I’ve got the address” Dream whispered with a smile on his face.

“no way” Niki said, grabbing the phone from him.

“what are you guys saying?” the voice became frightened.

“end the call” Niki said rushed, “50-minute drive, you can get there in 30 if you step on it.”

“wha—” Wilbur pressed the end button as the voice was saying something and pushed out in his chair.

“Dream you need to come” Wilbur said as he was basically out the door.

“yes, um—ok” Dream stood up and rushed pass the group.

“and your absolutely sure it’s the address”

“yea, cross-tracked It, its an old trick I would use on my friends in high-school, always worked” Dream rambled.

“I’m coming” I jumped out of my chair.

“what the heck tom—”

“please” I begged. Wilbur and dream glanced at each other for a minute before nodding.

We left the house in a matter of seconds, hopping into a car wilbur rented earlier. He almost broke the key by how fast he shoved it in.