"hi! my names whitty."

hello! i'm whitty! me and my friend carol will answer some questions!

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

hey dudes, long story short, moving accounts so it can be on our main. this account is gonna be abandoned/archived. if you still wanna send itty bitty asks, go here thanks for understanding!

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

I'm just gonna hand you this lil guy

"i love them,,,"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

little boi. smol boi. precious boi. *pat the bomb*

"d'aww!! thank you!"

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike begun to tremble again, curling in on himself and groaning. "m-mmmph.." He struggled to open his eyes, much less open his mouth to provide comfort. Which he desperately wanted to do, he just couldn't manage to speak.

It begun to rain.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol sat down on the other side of updike, pulling a small box out of one of her bags. "listen to me, you're a strong person, whitty. it was strong of you to help the other whitty despite the circumstances in both situations, it was strong of you to help updike. again, i'm surprised we even got him out at all!" she opens the box and starts to look for wounds on updike, holding a roll of bandages. "you're-... you're stronger than me, kid. and i know that isn't saying much, but you're really something. and i'm proud of you... i'm sure updike is too."

[ask-updike-tgg]

The smallest noise erupted from him, a soft "m-mmhm.." He gave a weak smile, eyes flickering. Underneath his jumpsuit, he had pretty big cuts and scratches all around his torso, a deep stab wound being the most evident, one that went right into his stomach. That explains the blood around his mouth. All the blood around his body was dried as if these wounds were left untreated for days.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty curled up more as carol tried to wrap up updike's wounds. whitty pulls his hood up to shield him from the rain. "i just thought everything would be okay..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

"hhey.." Updike mumbled, voice strained. "i-it's.. g-gonna be okay." He lied said, placing his hand on Whitty's shoulder. "I-I'm sure i-it's... o-only uphill from here... we'll make it... i won't-... i won't let anybody hurt you or carol, alright..?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol pat updike's shoulder. "hey, don't strain yourself man." whitty hummed, gripping onto updike's jumper. "i'll make sure no one hurts you as well..." carol packed the bandages back in the box and leaned onto him, not all they way though to make sure she doesn't hurt him. "... we should rest for a bit, we've been through a lot in the past- what, few hours?" "it's felt like weeks..!" whitty chuckled.

[ask-updike-tgg]

"it felt like i.. w-was in that facility for months.." he mumbled, hugging himself. "w-with that... horrible woman antagonizing me for hours on end.."

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol leaned a bit more onto updike, crossing her arms. whitty wrapped his arms around updike. "i'm... sorry i couldn't get you out sooner, i would've been quicker if i knew what was going on..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

"i-it's alright, i-..." He noticed how close Carol was and his face tinged a slight blue. "you don't mind if i hug you, right? i-i mean, you essentially just saved my life, i-.. i dunno. i'm being stupid. my brain's not working right from all the blood loss."

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"huh-?" a bit of red spread across carol's face. she smiled real awkwardly. "uhh- sure. if you want to. just don't hurt yourself."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just, slowly wrapped his arms around her. His fur was incredibly soft against her skin, despite the pouring rain. "T-Thank you for coming to help..." He mumbled.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol wrapped her arms around him as well. "of course, man." she let out a small sigh of relief, being able to relax in the other's fur. "... you're really soft."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike begun to tremble again, curling in on himself and groaning. "m-mmmph.." He struggled to open his eyes, much less open his mouth to provide comfort. Which he desperately wanted to do, he just couldn't manage to speak.

It begun to rain.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol sat down on the other side of updike, pulling a small box out of one of her bags. "listen to me, you're a strong person, whitty. it was strong of you to help the other whitty despite the circumstances in both situations, it was strong of you to help updike. again, i'm surprised we even got him out at all!" she opens the box and starts to look for wounds on updike, holding a roll of bandages. "you're-... you're stronger than me, kid. and i know that isn't saying much, but you're really something. and i'm proud of you... i'm sure updike is too."

[ask-updike-tgg]

The smallest noise erupted from him, a soft "m-mmhm.." He gave a weak smile, eyes flickering. Underneath his jumpsuit, he had pretty big cuts and scratches all around his torso, a deep stab wound being the most evident, one that went right into his stomach. That explains the blood around his mouth. All the blood around his body was dried as if these wounds were left untreated for days.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty curled up more as carol tried to wrap up updike's wounds. whitty pulls his hood up to shield him from the rain. "i just thought everything would be okay..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

"hhey.." Updike mumbled, voice strained. "i-it's.. g-gonna be okay." He lied said, placing his hand on Whitty's shoulder. "I-I'm sure i-it's... o-only uphill from here... we'll make it... i won't-... i won't let anybody hurt you or carol, alright..?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol pat updike's shoulder. "hey, don't strain yourself man." whitty hummed, gripping onto updike's jumper. "i'll make sure no one hurts you as well..." carol packed the bandages back in the box and leaned onto him, not all they way though to make sure she doesn't hurt him. "... we should rest for a bit, we've been through a lot in the past- what, few hours?" "it's felt like weeks..!" whitty chuckled.

[ask-updike-tgg]

"it felt like i.. w-was in that facility for months.." he mumbled, hugging himself. "w-with that... horrible woman antagonizing me for hours on end.."

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol leaned a bit more onto updike, crossing her arms. whitty wrapped his arms around updike. "i'm... sorry i couldn't get you out sooner, i would've been quicker if i knew what was going on..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

"i-it's alright, i-..." He noticed how close Carol was and his face tinged a slight blue. "you don't mind if i hug you, right? i-i mean, you essentially just saved my life, i-.. i dunno. i'm being stupid. my brain's not working right from all the blood loss."

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"huh-?" a bit of red spread across carol's face. she smiled real awkwardly. "uhh- sure. if you want to. just don't hurt yourself."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike begun to tremble again, curling in on himself and groaning. "m-mmmph.." He struggled to open his eyes, much less open his mouth to provide comfort. Which he desperately wanted to do, he just couldn't manage to speak.

It begun to rain.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol sat down on the other side of updike, pulling a small box out of one of her bags. "listen to me, you're a strong person, whitty. it was strong of you to help the other whitty despite the circumstances in both situations, it was strong of you to help updike. again, i'm surprised we even got him out at all!" she opens the box and starts to look for wounds on updike, holding a roll of bandages. "you're-... you're stronger than me, kid. and i know that isn't saying much, but you're really something. and i'm proud of you... i'm sure updike is too."

[ask-updike-tgg]

The smallest noise erupted from him, a soft "m-mmhm.." He gave a weak smile, eyes flickering. Underneath his jumpsuit, he had pretty big cuts and scratches all around his torso, a deep stab wound being the most evident, one that went right into his stomach. That explains the blood around his mouth. All the blood around his body was dried as if these wounds were left untreated for days.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty curled up more as carol tried to wrap up updike's wounds. whitty pulls his hood up to shield him from the rain. "i just thought everything would be okay..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

"hhey.." Updike mumbled, voice strained. "i-it's.. g-gonna be okay." He lied said, placing his hand on Whitty's shoulder. "I-I'm sure i-it's... o-only uphill from here... we'll make it... i won't-... i won't let anybody hurt you or carol, alright..?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol pat updike's shoulder. "hey, don't strain yourself man." whitty hummed, gripping onto updike's jumper. "i'll make sure no one hurts you as well..." carol packed the bandages back in the box and leaned onto him, not all they way though to make sure she doesn't hurt him. "... we should rest for a bit, we've been through a lot in the past- what, few hours?" "it's felt like weeks..!" whitty chuckled.

[ask-updike-tgg]

"it felt like i.. w-was in that facility for months.." he mumbled, hugging himself. "w-with that... horrible woman antagonizing me for hours on end.."

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol leaned a bit more onto updike, crossing her arms. whitty wrapped his arms around updike. "i'm... sorry i couldn't get you out sooner, i would've been quicker if i knew what was going on..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike begun to tremble again, curling in on himself and groaning. "m-mmmph.." He struggled to open his eyes, much less open his mouth to provide comfort. Which he desperately wanted to do, he just couldn't manage to speak.

It begun to rain.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol sat down on the other side of updike, pulling a small box out of one of her bags. "listen to me, you're a strong person, whitty. it was strong of you to help the other whitty despite the circumstances in both situations, it was strong of you to help updike. again, i'm surprised we even got him out at all!" she opens the box and starts to look for wounds on updike, holding a roll of bandages. "you're-... you're stronger than me, kid. and i know that isn't saying much, but you're really something. and i'm proud of you... i'm sure updike is too."

[ask-updike-tgg]

The smallest noise erupted from him, a soft "m-mmhm.." He gave a weak smile, eyes flickering. Underneath his jumpsuit, he had pretty big cuts and scratches all around his torso, a deep stab wound being the most evident, one that went right into his stomach. That explains the blood around his mouth. All the blood around his body was dried as if these wounds were left untreated for days.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty curled up more as carol tried to wrap up updike's wounds. whitty pulls his hood up to shield him from the rain. "i just thought everything would be okay..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

"hhey.." Updike mumbled, voice strained. "i-it's.. g-gonna be okay." He lied said, placing his hand on Whitty's shoulder. "I-I'm sure i-it's... o-only uphill from here... we'll make it... i won't-... i won't let anybody hurt you or carol, alright..?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol pat updike's shoulder. "hey, don't strain yourself man." whitty hummed, gripping onto updike's jumper. "i'll make sure no one hurts you as well..." carol packed the bandages back in the box and leaned onto him, not all they way though to make sure she doesn't hurt him. "... we should rest for a bit, we've been through a lot in the past- what, few hours?" "it's felt like weeks..!" whitty chuckled.

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike begun to tremble again, curling in on himself and groaning. "m-mmmph.." He struggled to open his eyes, much less open his mouth to provide comfort. Which he desperately wanted to do, he just couldn't manage to speak.

It begun to rain.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol sat down on the other side of updike, pulling a small box out of one of her bags. "listen to me, you're a strong person, whitty. it was strong of you to help the other whitty despite the circumstances in both situations, it was strong of you to help updike. again, i'm surprised we even got him out at all!" she opens the box and starts to look for wounds on updike, holding a roll of bandages. "you're-... you're stronger than me, kid. and i know that isn't saying much, but you're really something. and i'm proud of you... i'm sure updike is too."

[ask-updike-tgg]

The smallest noise erupted from him, a soft "m-mmhm.." He gave a weak smile, eyes flickering. Underneath his jumpsuit, he had pretty big cuts and scratches all around his torso, a deep stab wound being the most evident, one that went right into his stomach. That explains the blood around his mouth. All the blood around his body was dried as if these wounds were left untreated for days.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty curled up more as carol tried to wrap up updike's wounds. whitty pulls his hood up to shield him from the rain. "i just thought everything would be okay..."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike begun to tremble again, curling in on himself and groaning. "m-mmmph.." He struggled to open his eyes, much less open his mouth to provide comfort. Which he desperately wanted to do, he just couldn't manage to speak.

It begun to rain.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol sat down on the other side of updike, pulling a small box out of one of her bags. "listen to me, you're a strong person, whitty. it was strong of you to help the other whitty despite the circumstances in both situations, it was strong of you to help updike. again, i'm surprised we even got him out at all!" she opens the box and starts to look for wounds on updike, holding a roll of bandages. "you're-... you're stronger than me, kid. and i know that isn't saying much, but you're really something. and i'm proud of you... i'm sure updike is too."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

Almost in a cartoon-like fashion, none of the guards notice they ran into the alleyway and all run right past it, shouting vaguely at one-another.

Updike seems to curl into Carol's arms, seemingly comfortable.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

carol puts updike down as soon as she thinks they're safe, and tries to catch her breath. whitty immediately curls up beside him. his saturation lowers and his eyes return to normal, but he's still crying. "i'm... i'm sorry. if i came sooner, i-" carol looked up at him. "whitty... this isn't your fault. we're lucky we got out at all-" "but this happens every time!" he interrupted. "both times i tried to help another whitty i was too late, cause he was either captured or brainwashed, and now i was too late to keep updike from harm..." he curls up a bit more. "... i'm a failure."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

His body was still trembling, and people were gaining on the group, fast. He groaned ever so softly when Whitty started shaking him but remained unconscious. Although...

He did hear Whitty's words.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"shit!" carol just- scooped up updike, and started running again. whitty follows behind her, wiping his face with his sleeve. "we gotta hide somewhere for now, we can't just be out in the open!" carol runs for a bit, surveying her surroundings before her and whitty take a sharp turn into an alleyway.

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

Updike turned to look at the two, expression softening before shifting to a nervous smile. "I-I hhave nothing planned or prepared. N-one of this was predictable, I don't really have anything at all, not even my phone, and I-... I..." He stumbled, lightheaded, before collapsing onto the ground completely unconscious.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

both carol and whitty stop. "oh shit-" carol just- stands there, not really sure what to do. whitty immediately runs over and crouches down to shake him. "updike..? updike!?" tears immediately start streaming down his face, shaking updike. the saturation on him increases, and his pupils start to flash small symbols.

"... dad?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

He struggled to keep his breath in line as he ran as fast as he could. "I-I..... I don't know... I... If they saw you enough to identify you, Carol, then you can't just go home... And I-... I know full well they're not gonna forget me..." He said, stumbling and tripping over his feet for a second.

"Look, I... I might be able to make a deal with someone. Let's just try to lay low for a while. We can stay in a hotel or something. Just- none of us can't go home until I'm sure it's safe, okay?"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"we can't go home...?" whitty said in an almost scared tone. he starts instinctively slowing down until carol grabs his hand. "that's fine, i thought about that. i packed stuff for it already. we have enough to stay away from the house for a while. not sure about you, though."

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

He just stared at the hole in the wall, wide-eyed, before it clicks in his head and he remembers Whitty can just fucking do that, and he takes Carol's hand again and rushes out, breath weak and desperate.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

whitty's head regenerates, sliding off of carol's shoulder and starts running as well. "so... what's the plan updike?" carol asked, losing her breath fairly quickly. "is there somewhere we could... we could hide or something?"

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-updike-tgg]

He frantically nodded, reaching out and taking Carol's hand for support, fear lacing every inch of his expression as he looked around. "I-I know the way out, c-cmon!" He said, before dashing as fast as his weak legs would let him.

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

"don't worry, i can just make one!!" whitty chimed in as he grabs his wick and swings his head around before chucking it at a wall, creating another crater. carol scoops up whitty's limp body before he could fall down, holding it like a potato sack.

[ask-updike-tgg]

suddenly, the door to updike's cell slides open, and there stands itty bitty and carol. whitty looks- real out of breath. "we're... *huff* we're here to get you out!!"

Updike's head turns to the two, his eyes still wide in guilt and horror, completely and utterly speechless. "you're alive..." He breathed out, tears pricking his eyes. His bloodied, weak form trembled from his injuries and mental strain. "y-you actually came to get me..."

A mature, female voice cut in through a speaker, hissing out an "If you let him out of that cell, I will get ALL of you killed!"

[ask-funsized-whitty-moved]

the two looked up at the speaker, and carol spoke up. "c'mon, we don't have the time to talk right now. we have a way to get you out. we're nothing but sitting ducks right now."

[ask-whitmore-fnf]

Oh dear...

You've been gone for way too long, haven't you Whitty?

Hmm...

This simply won't do any longer.

Welcome back, Whitmore.