short stories

the first and probably last one.

Booped_Ur_Snoot  @i_am_deffo_simping @yellowdandylion colastoriez
So first off, this is a comment chain, next off, yes i am actually trying to make this look like i put effort in it, and also i'm giving y'all nicknames in case you don't want your users shown

"Just a hostage, like the kids in my basement." Mystic said as she watched the show that all of them had agreed on. Well, it wasn't necessarily a show, it was a Dream Smp stream. "Shh the FBI is watching.." Cola warned. Yes, they were all being surveyed by the FBI, due to past.. instances.. They communicated through walkie-talkie, since they were all in separate rooms. You might be wondering, 'how are they all watching the stream if they're in separate rooms?' The answer is simple: They all agreed on watching it through separate screens.

"Shi-" Mystic began. "We're going to federal pris-" Cola cut Mystic off, but Cola was cut off too. "Not agai-"

The FBI burst into the room, guns in their hands. One grabbed Cola, "HELP THEY GOT M-" The FBI shoved a hand over Cola's mouth, effectively cutting off Cola. "Shoot they're after m-" Mystic practically yelled, before remember it'd probably be better to remain silent. Cola managed to shove the FBI member's hand off their face for a split-second, "WE'RE GETTING THE DEATH PENALT-"

"THEY'RE AT MY DOOR-"

"Where are the children?!" An FBI agent, known as Agent Hotchner questioned Cola, who was restrained by another agent. "We'll never tell you!" Mystic shouted through the walkie-talkie. "Are there any more partners?! Are they safe??" Agent Hotchner continued interrogating Cola, -who refused to talk- rather than interrogate Mystic through walkie-talkie.

"WE NEED TO KNOW, MYSTIC! THEY HAVE FAMILIES-" He quickly paused, likely to inform a higher-up that he captured Cola-"COLA IS IN CUSTODY AND IS SAYING NOTHING WE NEED TO KNOW."

"COLA IS G-" Mystic cut herself off before they said anything too important. "COLA IS WHAT? AGENT EMILY PUT THAT DOWN, PUT THAT DOWN!-" He turned and yelled at another agent, Agent Emily- "COLA IS WHAT NOW?"

"GO-" Mystic shouted, and the sound of the walkie-talkie hitting the ground came through. Mystic had just evaporated. What.

"WHAT DID THEY TRACK THE WALKIE-TALKIE? THAT ISN'T EVEN POSSIBLE-" Agent Hotchner was cut off by a nervous-sounding Agent Emily. "Should I inform the higher-ups-"

"TELL THEM THAT MYSTIC, COLA, AND MORE POSSIBLE ACCOMPLICES HAVE AT LEAST THIRTY KIDS IN THEIR BASEMENT, AND TO TRACK IT!" Agent Hotchner shouted. A maniacal laughter echoed around the room. "MYSTIC WHERE ARE THE KIDS!?"

"They're gone." Mystic laughed a little more. For a moment, a figure -which appeared to be Micheal Jackson- showed up, but quickly vanished. (Thank my friend (Fluting000_) for telling me to add that in

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! EMILY GO TELL THE PARENTS!!" Poor Emily, imagine being tasked with telling a bunch of parents that their children are gone. "Ahahahahahah~"

"WHY ARE THERE TEN MORE CHILDREN MISSING?!?" Agent Hotchner said after Agent Emily informed him that one of the higher-ups had responded. "I'm a busy woman, what can I say?" Mystic laughed once again. Mystic sure laughed a lot. "ARE THEY ALIVE? WE ARE GOING TO BE SHOOTING ON SIGHT IF WE FIND THE KIDS!"

"Maybe, maybe not." The FBI -And Cola, who was still with them- couldn't see it, but Mystic was smirking in an evil manor. "THANKS FOR STAYING ON THE PHONE, WE HAVE YOUR ADDRESS NOW."

"FRICK N-" Mystic screeched into the walkie-talkie. No one questioned the fact that they got her address through walkie-talkie. "Wait Jessica, where are the kids then?"