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As soon as Noel mentioned the wound Spots looked afraid. He refused to look, but it felt as though it were throbbing and the most he was doing right now was breathing. "And-and tell them what exactly?" He asked gesturing to his ankle and side while looking at Noel has his eyes began to water. "We don't-how do we explain this? Or this?" He asked as he gestured to his side as well. "I-...im scared of getting us in trouble." -🐆

Noel paused for a moment after glancing back and forth erratically between the wounds. “God damnit fine, Oscar will need to look after you then. I’m not losing you.”

He bent down and grabbed Soots to help them up as well as Arthur in the process and practically carried Spots back to their apartment building.

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Their priority...

As they made their way outside Spots had little doubt and adrenaline was wearing off as each step gradually began to hurt more and more to a point he had little complaints about them stopping.

His ankle had a nasty second degree burn that wrapped around it with smears of black that made a distinct shape of a hand. But nothing appeared broken. His side however had scratch marks and a considerably long cut where blood was still oozing from and even bits of black inside. It would need to be cleaned.

Spots choose not to look at either one. In fact he seemed rather intent to not look at it.

"I just...it takes a short amount of time to lose someone. Getting caught pulling an alarm when theres no fire can get you in trouble. Trouble that when you can't pay for pushes you out of town and next thing you know you've dug yourself into a hole so deep you don't know what side you could climb out from even if you wanted...i dont want to lose you guys..." -🐆

“You won’t lose us” Noel scoffed a bit mostly at the thought that Spots ever thought he could lose them.

“Spots, I know you don’t like going to the doctor but-“

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As they'd grabbed their things and those from the other boxes, Spots could tell the adrenaline was beginning to wear off as each step with his right foot was starting to hurt and feel considerably less steady. Not to mention, it was looking more and more like his side could be needing stitches.

As they made their way out to the parking lot, he went from walking on his own to gradually leaning against Arthur and limping along.

"If - if we leave quick enough - they'll probably think someone there pulled the alarm." He wobbled as he took another step. "Maybe prank maybe in a panic. I don't know how inclined they'd be to investigate. But they'll likely contact the boss and it'll be out of our hands." -🐆

“Regardless it’s not our problem and you’re our priority.” Arthur helped Spots along till they reached the front door where Noel ran to open it and let them outside.

Once they were out Noel helped them attempt to walk down the street before giving Spots a break to sit, really examine their wounds.

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When the fire alarm was pulled Spots swore it sounded so loud that everything that followed became a vague blur. The click of a lock, heavy footsteps across tile floor, his hand sticky and wet from being held against his side. Not a single sign of whatever had chased them. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was from the running, but only as they made their way to the exit where the boxes were did it feel as though his mind had been pulled back to reality where the air was cold and didn't hang humid in his lungs. And with it his side and ankle now went from a sharp pain to starting to tingle and burn. "Grab- grab our thing, an-nd..." He trailed off for a moment finally deciding to peel off his own shirt and press it against the wound at his side. "We- shouldn't wait we could get in trouble." He insisted. -🐆

Noel attempted to grab everything that Spots suggested, “get in trouble? We gotta get the fuck out of here.”

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Spots should've been wincing as Noel had wrapped an arm around him, but he stared towards the ground like something about this was not connecting for him. He felt as though it wasn't even his own body that had been injured.

"We- we can't go out if it can follow us. I-I won't be able to move fast like this and the-the door still isn't safe we need...something to make it better chances." He mumbled looking around the room trying to pinpoint something that might help. This was a room he'd never been in before and the only things his eyes were landing on were a fire extinguisher, and then an alarm. He had seen the bells for one around the building but had never seen an actual pull station box before. The building was quiet. Was that how it knew where they were? "What if..." He trailed off as he pointed at the fire alarm "What if we make it harder to hear us?" -🐆

Noel darted his eyes towards the fire alarm and make a break for it pulling it and letting the alarm scream out through the whole building.

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Of course you aren't. You're like 40 and from the 1930s, This is a modern day fucking phone??? OF COURSE YOU CANT WORK IT???

Wish them the best- a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

I’m doing my best! -Noel

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I was truly never good with technology-Noel

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Hmm then do you wanna be my wingman? -Noel

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APPARENTLY SO

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But I wanna see the single ladies… also no, I’m not putting you down. -Noel

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TUMBLR JUST HATES 🕯 ANON???

OKAY BUT APPARENTLY IT HATES FREAK TOO BECAUSE I CNAT ANSWER THEM EITHER

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Upon being asked if he was okay, Spots didn't say anything. Instead he looked at his ankle where there was a bright red burn that wrapped around as though the hands that grabbed him were still hot.

"I-...I don't-..." Spots mumbled as he then rolled up the side of his shirt where just below his ribs where nasty looking scratches, a wider gash where blood was beginning to ooze and on both wounds black material where charred skin had came off.

The longer he looked he felt sick, and he appeared almost dazed like he wasn't focusing.

"I don't know..." -🐆

“Shit Spots we have to get you out of here. You need help.” Arthur looked at Noel worried. Noel leaned down and grabbed Spots, wrapping an arm around him, “come on, we gotta keep walking.”

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Okay 🕯️anon, tumblr hates you. I’m answering you regardless of what tumblr wants!

Arthur sat and enjoyed a book by the window enjoying the sound of rain when he heard the knock. “Hm, wonder who that could be.” He cautiously got up to answer the door.

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🕯️anon, I have attempted to respond to your ask but tumblr hates you for some reason.

Would you like to send it again? 👉👈

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Since you guys just have a modern day phone now, Do you occasionally go down rabbit holes of google or whatev? You have the world that your fingertips. the world of the FUTURE at your fingertips.

I do tend to start digging through those really intriguing ads about single women in my area -Noel

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"I was planning to get him a bunch of padlocks that might be a bit of a challenge as a gift. But I decided i didn't know enough about locks to find that so looking for one of those tools just seemed like a better idea."

Spots went through first, it wasn't much of a tunnel. Three feet at best, but as he crawled through it was a room with a stone door, a desk, stacks of papers and folders. The office of someone who likely ran the place and the implications of which Spots decidedly did not want to think about. He'd never been in the room but he recognized the door. Which was not locked.

Going over to do so he barely touched the door when it suddenly something was trying to burst through. With quick thinking he shoved himself against the door to keep it from moving further than a couple inches. He hadn't thought much about the shape of whatever this thing was, but he felt it as charred hands grabbed at his right ankle and one scratching at his side where he felt what was unmistakably bone scraping at his skin. He had the strength to keep it from opening further but not enough to close it by himself and was only going to be able hold it for so long.

"Help-" He barely managed to say as the door inched forward and he shoved back with everything he had to keep it in place. -🐆

Noel ran over to grab the door from Spots and push him out of the way as Arthur went to grab him.

Noel slammed the door closed with all his force, locking it before turned around to see Spots laying atop Arthur in a heap. “Are you okay?”

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As the glowing tube was brought closer Spots looked at the padlock on the safe and then pulled out the pocket knife grabbing a tool that held jagged edges on each side.

"Jack used to watch a lot of lock picking videos in his free time...and there's one room in this building I know has a door made of stone. I saw one he watched use this thing like..." Spots then trailed off as he jammed the tool into the keyhole and shook it around rather frantically. Sure enough after a moment it twisted and the lock came undone.

He slowly opened it and by contrast the safe had light coming through. It looked like a squeeze to get through, but not impossible.

"I'll go first. And you guys follow after okay?" -🐆

“Jesus Christ Spots, I’m starting to realize you’re a jack of all trades.” Arthur quipped as he followed close behind and Noel behind him.