《Switched》Chapter 14
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No one's POV
Vanoss saw only darkness. He looked around as he was beginning to panic. A wave of questions floating in his mind before he heard something. He turned around or at least he thought he did before facing vanti. "Hello" Vanoss said. Vanti stared at him before walking past him. "Walk forward and you'll go to your friends" He said. Vanoss went after him. "Wait! Who are you?" He asked. Vanti rolled his eyes. "Don't you get it? This is a portal moron! I'm you from the 2p dimension you came from!!" He shouted at him. Vanoss stood in front of him and crossed his arms. "You didn't have to shout." He said simply and Vanti growled at him before turning around. "Shut up. At least my 'friends' cared for you" Vanti rubbed his wrists not really caring if he was seeing. "Are you kidding me?! They trapped me and brock tortured me! At least I think it was brock? Yeah it was brock!" Vanoss yelled. Vanti laughed gently. "That's what he does to me" He rubbed his face. "You were let off easy. There's a reason why I have scars. They're not from battles. They're from hits I get from my 'friends" Vanti looked at Vanoss and chuckled at his expression. "I like your dimension" Vanti said. "So much color and liveliness. You have good taste in brand. I also like the games you play. They look really fun." Vanoss walked over and hugged him gently.
Vanti could feel his heart stop. "What is this?" He questioned. "What is this feeling I don't want to get rid of?" Vanoss looked at him. "Affection" He said. Vanti looked at him taking note that he was smaller than him for no reason. "Huh... I guess I should try it more.... I learn new things everyday" He pulled Vanoss off him. "Go back to your friends Vanoss. They really miss you" Vanoss smiled softly. "You're friends miss you too. Even if they don't act like they do" Vanti pulled something out of his jacket. "Can...can I keep this?" He showed him a teddy bear. Vanoss looked at it before nodding. "I'll just tell Delirious I lost it. He's gonna throw a fit, but I can handle that" They both laughed. "Bye Vanoss" Vanti said and walked past him. "Bye Vanti" Vanoss said and started walking.
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Vanti's POV
I saw a flash of light and looked around carefully. I saw so many familiar faces sleeping soundly. I slowly got up as my eyes adjusted to everything. I look at everyone. "I'm back" I whispered. "Welcome back boss" Delirious said making me look at him. "Thought you were asleep" I said and threw off my blankets. "How could I? The oh so leader is coming back and everyone sleeps? What kind of shit is that?" He stated. I leaned against the wall beside him. "When everyone gets up. I'm yell at them to get out of my fucking room" I said stretching. Delirious laughed. "Can't wait to see that" I looked at him and smiled just a little. "Thanks for being my best friend" Delirious looked at him surprised. "What?" He said. I hugged him slowly making Delirious freeze up. "The fuck you doing? You going soft vanti?!" He said feeling panic and confusion in his voice. I laughed. "Nope" Delirious felt something sharp cut his mask strap. "I'm just punishing you with a different way" I looked at Delirious's face and lips. I gave him a quick kiss before pulling away. "You like it? It's called fucking affection" I said showing a huge ass smile. "Get ready for it bitch. It's a new kind of torture"
In the regular dimension.
No one's POV
Evan yawned and opened his eyes. "What time is it?" He muttered and sat up. "EVAN!!" Evan jumped as he heard a chorus of screams. He saw all his friends crowding around his bed. "Guys!!" He shouted back as he hugged the first person in view. "We're glad your back!" Anthony said as he hugged him back. "We missed you Evan!" Lui said and hugged him. Delirious hugged him tightly. "Vanoss! I'm so glad your back! That bitch took your teddy bear vanoss!" Evan laughed a bit. "It's okay Delirious. We can make another one" Delirious was obviously upset but didn't say anything else. Wildcat hugged him tightly. "We needed our leader back" Evan hugged him back. "Thanks but I'm no leader. I just have ideas and they fail miserably" Marcel patted Evan on the back. "A lot of your ideas work though! It's only the stupid ones that don't work" he said. "Not to break it to ye but.. they are all stupid" Nogla smiled. Everyone started laughing.
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Evan was really happy to be back.
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