>be 6 year old anon
>at park with a dollar
>need to pay back the hippie guy
>tell Adaline and the others I’m going to pay the guy back
>”I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
<“Ok anon, be careful.”
>make my way to the parking lot
>start looking for the guy and his van
>there are several vans actually
>eventually find the guy and his van
>it was an old blue Volkswagen
>”Hey little man. You got my dollar?”
>”Yes sir.”
>give him the dollar
>”Thanks kid. You have a good day.”
>”You too.”
>run off back to the tree
>I wonder if Charlotte has anything cool she wants to show off
>she always had cool stuff
>black van ahead of me opens it door
>I start to run past it
>a pair of arms grab me as I pass and pull me in
>panic and start kicking and screaming
>hand covers my mouth
>bite it
>guy hits me in the head
>a hood gets put over my head
>it smells strange
>I black out
>the girls are hanging around a tree waiting for anon to come back
<“Where’s anon? He’s been gone a while.”
>Charolette shrugged her shoulders
<“I don’t know. But I really want to show him this. It’s super shiny!”
>the small toy made a flash of light and noise in her hand and she giggled
<“We should go look for him. What if he’s hurt?”
>this got them all worried and they went into the parking lot to look for him
>they called his name and looked around for him but couldn’t find him
>”Hey kids, y’all looking for something?”
>a man sitting beside a blue VW van asked them
>Sophia spoke up for the others when they hesitated
<“have you seen our friend anon? He said he was giving someone a dollar, but he’s been gone a while.”
>”Oh yeah. The little man. He went running back to the park a while ago. Good kid.”
<“did you see where he went?”
>”sorry but not after he ran off.”
>it was then Adaline saw an oddly familiar harpy girl land on the van.
<“Hi dad!
>”Hey sweet pea. Having fun?
<“Yeah! I followed the van that took the boy I was telling you about. He’s cute.”
>she then glared accusingly at Adaline
<“You’re the one who made me hit that tree!”
>the girls stared at her in stunned silence for a minute
>then they suddenly shouting a dozen different questions
<“What van?”
<“Where’d they go?”
<“Who took him?”
<“Why didn’t you do anything sooner?!”
>the harpy girl seemed almost hurt by their sudden yelling and on the verge of tears.
>her father spoke up
>”Now sweet pea, where did this van go?”
<“Oh yeah! It went this way! Follow me!”
>she took off with the other girls quickly following behind
>Sophia made a brief stop to get something at the park
>Amy picked up a big stick as she ran.
>the man tried to stop his daughter but couldn’t catch her in time
>he frantically pulled out his phone and got in his van
>he dialed 911 as he desperately tried to figure out which direction the girls went
>I woke up tied to a chair
>my mouth was gagged but the hood was gone
>start looking around to see where I was
>it was a small room, with a single wooden door, and a tiny window near the ceiling
>try making noise and moving the chair around.
>a stocky, burly man walked in the door after I started moving around
>”it’s good to see your awake. You have no idea how lucky you are. There’s a real nice lady who ‘’loves’’’boys like you
>I’m not stupid. I know that actually means something bad
>frantically shake my head and try to move the chair away from him.
>”oh don’t be upset. You’ll be perfectly taken care of. You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”
>another man walks in behind him
>I start crying
>I’m never gonna see my parents or friends again.
>they’re going to find me dead in some ditch
>the man got angry at me crying
>”You ungrateful brat! Do you have any idea how many people would kill to be in your position?!”
>he raises his hand to hit me when the other man grabs his fist
>”We don’t get paid for damaged goods. You’ve already hit him once, and if you hit him anymore he’ll have brain damage.”
>”Fine. But that Danuki better pay as good as you say she does. This ungrateful brat doesn’t seem worth the trouble.”
>”For what she’s paying us for this we could go vacation in the tropics for a year. Don’t screw it up or I’ll take the difference from your cut.”
>both men left me to cry alone
>I miss my friends.