(NO! Why you come on when I have to go! ;''''( Bye

(Don't leave!!!)

//not it

//@Brokenchipmunk, get you ()) over here and help your (not) adopted son you just adopted!

(Ugh, responsibility. It's my mom and sister's birthday A GIRL NEEDS SOME TIME TO DEAL WITH THEM)

William contemplated banging his head against the rocks until he passed out so he wouldn't have to listen to this. "I'm still the oldest between the three of us. Get out, or I'm digging you out myself. Or I'll just leave and die in some corner, 'cause that'll be better than this."

Dwyane fell silent, glancing at William then to the shadow of Charlie. "Hummmmmm." He hummed, "I don't know…." He then got out of his cocoon.

“Thank god,” he muttered, rubbing his face. “I can’t deal with you doing that on top of everything that’s happening.”

(I wont really be on Notebook for a little bit, I'm going to have a busy month)

"Deal with you wanting everyone to be quiet? I just got my arm cut off! I don't even know how its not bleeding right now!" Dwayne exclaimed, looking at the bandage that wrapped around him arm.

(K, that's fine. Have fun doing whatever you're doing. I felt like I haven't been posting a lot so here you go)

William winced and glared at Dwayne, rage in his eyes. "You think I just want everyone to be quiet? You think I'm dealing with just some mild inconvenience? Anything that's louder than how I'm speaking right now feels like my ears are being ripped from my head. You weren't the only one who was tortured, Dwayne. You think they didn't force me to listen to some device until I passed out, screaming from the pain? You think that Charlie wasn't shot multiple times in front of me, and that I couldn't hear the aftermath of Thatcher being tortured? And do you really think I'm only dealing with that?

Oh no. I also get to happily deal with the fact that there is only three of us left. The fact that that means six of our friends were probably killed and/or tortured to death. I get to deal with being somehow responsible for you two, because I'm the oldest and seem to the only one who can actually use their head! Yes, Dwayne, you lost your arm. Do you really think I haven't noticed? That I wasn't the one who watched Charlie cut it off? Because I have, and I was.

If you'd actually pay attention, you'd notice that our Charlie wasn't the one who hacked it off. Our Charlie is a ten year old girl who was yelled at for something she didn't do, not some blood-thirsty monster. She was being controlled, Dwayne. But of course you don't see that, because your head's stuck too far up your a** to notice that you're not the only one here suffering. So, when I say that I can't deal with you acting like a toddler on top of everything that's going on, I don't mean that I can't deal with you being upset on top of a mild headache. I mean that I can't deal with you forcing me to coax you from some pile of rocks on top of our friends deaths, being tortured, and for some reason, being dropped in a cave that time forgot by some sadists."

William took a deep breath, his face red. "Don't you dare ever accuse me of only having to deal with my hearing and only that ever again." He brushed past Dwayne. "Now let's go find Charlie."

//yEET

//I don’t know wether to laugh or sympathize
Let’s go with a teary smile
;)

//XD

(Wow, that's quite a lot of yelling up there! Like I said, My responses will be long due)

Dwyane only glared at him, turning his back and walking to the place where the guards left them, he sat under a lantern and refused to follow William. "Why does it matter if we treat someone a different way from the others? We're all going to die any way. We might as well forget about those other responsibilities and go our separate ways, go die somewhere, make it short. At least we will be out of this hell hold."

//should Charlie scream now
Are we doin that

"She's a child, Dwayne!" William said, making a pained expression at the volume of his voice. "We can't just abandon her. Maybe there's a way out of this cave. We'll never know if you just abandon all hope of survival."

//clears throat

Charlie screamed.

"And 'why' do you think those people would put us in a cave with a way out if they wanted us to die?" Dwayne asked, not listening to the sound of Charlies voice. "They probably killed the others by now, so they're going to do the same with us."

//sighs

Charlie screamed again. “William! Help!”

//as you can see I am very bored

//true
Okay

Charlie ran back, her smol bean 10 year old legs going as fast as they could. “There’s a… it’s… something is coming!” She panted.