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Sapnap just stared in shock. It felt like ages of uncomfortable silence before George finally said,

"You're not a doctor, are you?"

With a faint smile on his cruel face, the doctor simply said, "Nope."

"You see, I really would prefer to not have to hurt either of you. But..." He pressed the gun barrel further into Sapnap's neck. "Well, lets just say you may want to help me out here. Right?" he said, nodding his head to suggest that Sapnap and George agreed.

George sighed. "What exactly... do you need us to do?"

"Well," the doctor began. "My sources tell me that you used to be a technical analyst for Foreward Enterprises."

Sapnap's eyes grew to be the size of dinner plates. "Technical analyst? Foreward Enterprises? George why didn't you tell us?"

George stared down at the floor. "I... I left that life behind me. I'm a Youtuber now," he said, still avoiding Sapnap's gaze.

"Anywho..." Doctor Brown said, snapping George out of his state of self pity and guilt. "The reason I... lets just say 'borrowed' you was because I need your expertise on something."

"And if I don't do it?" George snapped at the imposter.

The 'doctor' chuckled to himself before pressing the gun barrel back into Sapnap's neck, causing him to squirm. "Well, it really would be a shame if your friend were to get hurt," he said with an incredibly fake sad face.

George was in shock. He had already allowed Sap and Dream to get hurt once, and he was not about to let it happen again. "What's the mission?" he said, guilt plastered all over his face.

"Very good George! All I ask is that you simply breach the hospital's security system, change some details on a medical shipment, and vo'la! You will be free to go!"

George felt anger boiling up inside of him, but pushed it down. "What kind of medical supplies?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Hmm, I'm not sure that's important right now. But for your friends sake, let's get started!" He clapped cheerfully, like a teacher announcing a fun learning activity. "Right this way," he said, ushering George into a small room with an extremely old computer monitor.

"You expect me... to hack... with THIS PIECE OF JUNK?" George yelled, feeling that anger now seep between his lips as he let his words fly.

"I never said I was giving you an easy task. Just figure it out."

George begrudgingly powered up the computer, the doctor still standing in the doorway, one hand on Sapnap's wheelchair.

"I just have one request," George said, still focusing his attention on the monitor before him. "Sapnap doesn't leave me."

Their kidnapper thought about this for a moment, then finally spoke. "Fine. But don't get any ideas. If I see anything suspicious, don't think for a second that I won't shoot both of your kneecaps."

A fearful glance passed between the boys before George motioned for Sap to roll up next to him.

Finally, the computer turned on.

George immediately began to search through the computer's software until he landed on the hospital's database.

"Well... here it is," George said, turning the computer for Doctor Brown and Sapnap to see.

"That's great. Now, I need you to change the supply transfer number on order 2187 to 1900 for me.

George opened the file for the shipment. "That's, um, that's a shipment of opioids," he said, feeling the sweat bead on his neck.

"Another excellent observation George! Now please, do what I ask."

With a shaking hand, George began to edit the coded information inputed into the software. It was fairly simple compared to some of the tasks George used to have to do, but George knew it was wrong. He had seen several of his loved ones fall into the trap of drug addiction and the thought of inflicting that on someone else was heart wrenching.

After a few minutes, George looked up. "Done," he said, sounding out of breath even though he hadn't moved at all.

"Good job George! Now if you don't mind, me and your pal Sapnap here need to hit the road," said the 'doctor' as he began to wheel Sap away.

George was done. He was fed up. All of this guilt built up inside of him suddenly changed to anger. "No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no. I am sick and tired of messed up individuals like yourself doing everything in their power to disregard the impact that their actions may have on other individuals. So yeah, you heard me right. I. Said. No."

"Wow George... I... I'm extremely proud of the courage that you have shown by acting against me and all other people like me. For that reason, I am letting you all go free."

George was shocked. He knew he had put some power behind his words, but how had he done something that well? "Really?" George asked, a confused, yet happy expression showing on his face.

The imposter chugged. "Why George, of course not. I do believe, however, that you have made a mistake that you will regret for the rest of your very short life."

And with that, Doctor Brown returned the gun to the side of Sapnap's head, cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger.

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Oop. I really love giving you guys cliffhangers to torture you with heehee. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter (even if it was stressful/sad) don't forget to vote if you did :) and as always,

Much love,

Sa1ty Lettuce