Defending the Mask

History Lessons

Sorry Guys!

I am dropping the ball over over the place lately.

Here's the chapter you were supposed to get on Thursday.

Sorry again, I mean, what a place to leave ya'll hanging.

Call me out if it happens again, I'll appreciate the reminder.

Lots of Love Descendants!

-Dark-

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Shit.

He bites his lip as another shiver runs down his spine.

Why couldn't he have more friends?

To protect his other friends.

Damn, he fucking wished he had more than his pocket knife.

Fuck, he wanted his bow.

And Tuck.

Something was wrong, and the best he could do right now was assemble an army.

But this army was way too fucking small for his liking.

Oh!

He scrambles for his phone.

What the fuck was he thinking?

Why hadn't he-

Oh yeah.

Panic.

Blind unadulterated panic.

He ignores his shaking hand as he searches his contacts and calls.

"Red." The stoic man answers.

"Yo, so like, I'm seeing and hearing shit, and I'm in the medical wing. But the biggest thing-"

He frowns at the dial tone.

Was that a no?

His head whips when he hears the door shut.

"I got them, what's-" Lonnie's eyes widen as she spots Evie in the bed, "What the fuck happened?"

"Uh-"

"We have no idea." Doug frowns, his hand still in Evie's.

"Tell Baymax to scan the apples."

"Kay," Lonnie doesn't question it before she turns to the overinflated marshmallow.

He takes a deep breath before he looks down at this phone.

No answer from Jay or Carlos, but-

Hopefully-

Knowing their parents-

A guy could hope!

They were squeezing as much fun out of the last day as they could.

No worries there?

Fuck, why couldn't he lie to himself?

Shit!

Ben.

Duh.

He hits dial.

"Roy?" Ben answers in surprise.

"Yo, medical wing, now, please."

"W-Be there asap." Ben hangs up.

He jumps when the door to the room slams against the wall.