Operation: KYLE

12

I see some movement behind a guy with a plastic chicken mask, it appeared as a guy with a plastic rubber mask as a goat as a design, he's swiftly turning his head side-to-side. What's that guy doing? Ugh, fuckin' whatever, we have to call the cops. "Butters, you have your phone with you, right?" Butters jerks his head towards me with a surprised expression. "H-huh? Yea- yeah?" "Good, call the police while I keep an eye on them. And do it quickly." "O-oh, geez, on it!" He pulled out his phone out of his cyan backpack at full speed, visibly sweating, nervously biting his lips, and tightly clutching his phone with both his hands. I turn back to observe the three men in black, but, especially the one in the goat mask, but, after a second, he unknowingly stopped moving, then tapped the other robber's shoulder, and said something that sent shivers down my spine.

"Hey, wait. Where's the other two?"

We both froze. My eyes widen as they trembled. I crawled back backwards without making a sound to make myself more invisible, making me getting closer to Butters. I don't hear any light taps from Butters' phone, he must've stopped dialing the number out of fear as he shudders behind me. "What other two?" The eye patched man asks. "Just before I came in, I saw two other kids that entered the building, before our ambush. One had blonde hair, and the other one was wearing a green hat."

Oh, shit. He means us. That man in the goat mask must've been the guy that was standing in front of the entrance before I came in. Godamnit, I knew he was suspicious, why didn't I trust my gut? Aw, man, I didn't even try the new console! Thoughts are rushing through my head in unspeakable speed, but it once stopped until I heard heavy footsteps coming closer. "Then, find them, those brats must be scared shitless, hiding somewhere-" "Hey! Don't you dare fucking touch them!" A familiar voice raises. We both flinch at the sudden raise of voice, I carefully peak out through the wall that was our hiding spot, seeing David with a grading expression, literally fuming. The main guy balls up his fist. "Hah, what? You both their friends, or some shit?" The eye patched guy taunted, swiftly glaring at him, and Kenny. He then meets eyes with another robber that had an Iron-Man mask.

"You, find those kids, and make sure they don't do anything stupid, too. If they get too noisy, just fuckin', I don't know, shoot them. Do whatever you want." I could feel the Iron-man masked guy muster up a grin under his mask. "Will do." He concluded as he started walking towards us. I started pushing pushing Butters back to the bathroom. "Oh, shit, shit, shit! Butters, hide-!" "Wh- wha?" "Go! Go, go, go, hide, hide!" I hissed harshly. "Woah, okay, okay!" He whispered back, he proceeds to rush back towards the bathroom quietly as we could, while I follow him from behind. We slid the door open, and slammed it shut silently. "Crap, crap, uh- hide in one of the stalls!" I command in panic, I don't know, I'm not in the right state of mind! But he obliges, and does what I says. I dashed towards a different stall, and closed the door.

Out of nowhere, my stall's door opened in a flash, and it appeared as Butters with a face, full of sweat, he mutters a 'sorry' before coming in to my stall. "What the- what- why are you here?" I asked in a rush. "S-sorry, Kyle, the other stalls ar- are locked..." He murmurs. I groan, rolling my eyes at the same time. "Fine, just, get in here." He perks me a relieving smile, I shift a little to make up some space for the both of us, in this... tiny stall. Oh, god, I think I stepped on something. There was complete silence I the room, no ventilation, no water dripping out of the sink, nothing. Just the sound of me and Butters breathing. The door to the bathroom suddenly opened as we heard the door creaked open loudly as it can, and both of our eyes widen in unison. The door was shut agonizingly, and the bathroom was once again pitch black. I could hear Butters trying his best to control, and slow down his breathing, the room was so silent, that we could hear what was happening on the other side where everything else is.

"You little shits in here?" The robber called out. "..." But his voice only echoed back to him. He gruffs in frustration. "Oh, you wanna play hide and seek? Alright, then." More sounds of light footsteps are coming closer, and closer. "Are you guys..." He stops on his tracks. "In here?" Our breaths hitch, jumping at the sudden loud 'bang' that came from two stalls next to us, he must be opening each stalls, one by one. Crap. "No? Then, are you..." He trudges to the next stall beside us. "How about here?" Once again, he makes another loud 'bang' beside us. I could hear Butters gulp silently. "No? Then..." He then shuffles on his way to the next stall. Our stall. "Are you in here?" He began to shake the door, hard. "Gotcha." Shit, fuck, shit, shit, crap- The small touch on my shoulder manages to get me back to my senses, I peek over my shoulder to see Butters with a determined face as he puts his hand against the lock. Wait... does he have a plan?