An Incan curse, breaks the fourth dimension.
Time.
The world is now in the hands of a ginger haired reporter with a weird tuft, an alcoholic sea captain, a young snarky scientist, a partially deaf professor and a white fox terrier.
What can possibly...
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SMACK!
Rastopopulos slapped the man so hard, who was guarding the shed when (y/n) escaped.
'I'm so sorry boss I couldn't stop her!' he yelped in pain .
'YOU FOOLS! YOU BUMPKIN ! YOU IMBECILE! ARGH! CANT YOU JUST TAKE CARE OF A STUPID, GOOD FOR NOTHING GIRL ?! ' he grabbed the man by his collar .
The man cried in fear of death.
'WHAT HAPPENED?'
'I came in to give her some food , and some how she manage to loose the ropes and knocked me out!' he lied .
'SOMEHOW? SOMEHOW?!FDRJRKK!' he gritted his teeth, and turned red.
'WOAW!' he jumped up and down .
'She's just like that nosy poker Tintin, sir! I knew it from the beginning!' Allan interrupted .
'JUST DONT LET ME HEAR ABOUT THAT PESKY PIPSQUEAK OF A REPORTER! I HAD ENOUGH OF HIM! I THOUGHT YOU'LL LEARN A LESSON FROM HIM AND KEEP THIS HELL OF A WOMAN SAFER... HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU LET HER ESCAPE? IF I HAD A GRENADE I'D BLOW YOU UP TO BITS! FIND HER! NOW!'
He started to hit Allan and the others with his whip .
'yeowww!'
'ouch!'
'stop!'
'WE ARE SO SORRY SIR!' They spat out.
'ARGHHHH! I SAID FIND HER NOW! JUST CATCH HER AND MAKE HER SPIT IT OUT AND THEN KILL HER IN AN INSTANT! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!'
'YES SIR !' the thugs quickly ran out in fear from the way their boss exploded infornt of them.
They closed the door behind them .
Rastopopulos kicked the pole in rage and hurt his foot. He covered his face from his hands and slided them down his face in pain and anger. His face went red like a beetroot as his fingers raked down his face gripping his muscles tightly. Then he started to quiver and bit his nails.
