uhh, no tw for this... that i know of? uhh lemme explain what's happening there's a war (Humans vs robots) nd so EVERY human (18-50 years old) HAS to join the army. The two main characters (Gwen nd Ike) are both friends. so uhh, yeah, im sure u guys can figure out the rest lmao no remixing! i mean it! edit 4-11-26 9:02~~ DUDES, THIS IS KINDA CRINGE, I JUS REALIZED... ALSO, PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER BEFORE I GET WRITERS BLOCK AGAIN :sob: edit 4-19-26 6:20~~ Lowk, im working on the next chapter, but idk what to add edit 4-21-26 6:22~~ writers block :sob:
Ike lets out a slow breath. “Another house. Maybe our last one?” He looks at Gwen. She shrugs. “Let’s hope.” They walk up to the front porch of an old white house. Gwen tries the door handle and sighs. “Locked.” She kicks the door hard. It swings open. “There. Much better.” Ike smirks and bumps her shoulder as they walk inside. The house is dark and dusty. “Gwen… this place is kinda scary,” Ike says quietly. “Or is that just me?” Gwen suddenly freezes. She hears something move. She puts a finger to her lips. Ike nods. They walk closer to a big pile of broken wood and rocks. Ike shines his flashlight on it. “Let me see that,” Gwen says, taking the flashlight. “Thanks.” She shines the light on the pile. Something moves again. Gwen looks at Ike. Ike looks back at her. “Ike,” Gwen says slowly, “I think there’s a kid in here.” She reaches toward the pile. “Help me move this stuff. I think they’re stuck.” Ike rushes over, his voice shaky. “S-should we call for backup? This could take a while, and the kid might not be able to breathe!” Gwen stands up and grabs his shoulders. “Ike, we don’t have time for that. We can do this together, okay?” She smiles, then turns back to the pile. “We’re stronger than we look.” She glances back at him. “Now help me. The kid could be running out of air.” Ike nods and starts moving chunks of cement. “Gwen… I think I see the kid’s ankle.” He leans in closer and moves more debris. Suddenly, he gasps and stumbles backward. “Ike?” Gwen asks. “What’s wrong?” She takes his place and looks through a small crack. She sees a foot. It’s black and white. Shiny. Plastic. Covered in dirt. Gwen’s heart starts pounding. She grabs a metal rod and pokes the foot. It moves. Gwen’s eyes go wide, “Crap.” She says, controlled and low. “Ike, forget what I said before, call for backup. Now!” Ike nods and pulls out his radio. “Green Monster and Bed Head talking. We need backup at the house 2365, over.” He taps his foot on the hard wood floor as he waits. Soon there’s static, a voice comes over the radio, “Yellow, this is Jolly Roger here,” Ike and Gwen both look at each other and smile, when Gwen looks away Ike rolls his eyes, “I’ll send backup to your location now, over.” Gwen snatches the radio out of Ike’s hand, “Thanks, need the address again? Over.” Ike sighs and leans against the wall, “Stupid Ash. He knows I like her.” He mumbles under his breath. Gwen looks back at Ike, “Hey, backup is going to be here in about 30 minutes.” She scratches the back of her neck, “Well, that’s what Ash says anyways.” She looks at the pile, “Let’s just try and remove as much stuff as we can, without hurting the kid or letting the robot loose.” Ike pushes off the wall walks toward the pile, “Kay, let’s get to work.” Gwen says, walking toward the pile. “Gwen? I think we should just wait.” Ike says, fidgeting with his fingers, “I mean, what if the kid gets crushed, or the robot gets lose and kills the kid?” his hand gesture wildly. Gwen nods, “Yeah, okay.” She pats Ike on the back, “Good thinking, champ.” “Champ, huh?” Ike mutters, the tips of his ears turning a light pink. Gwen looks back at him, “What was that, Ike?” she says, a grin tugging at her lips. “H-huh? Oh, nothing” Ike stammers. Gwen laughs as she sits down. She pats the spot in front of her, “come and sit, we have a while until backup arrives.” She turns around and digs into her bag, pulling out a card game, “But that means we can play more rounds” Ike stares at Gwen for a second then walks toward her to sit. He blinks nervously, “Uh, are you going to shuffle?” he asks then clears his throat, “because we both know how you can’t shuffle for the life of you.” Ike adjusts himself nervously as his voice cracks on the last word. Gwen shrugs and passes the deck to Ike, their fingers brush making Ike’s ears turn hot pink. Gwen giggles. “What?” Ike asks falling forward to inspect Gwen’s face. His palms lay flat on the splintered wood beneath them. Gwen smirks, “Ah, nothin’,” She says, “Just that you say I can’t shuffle a deck when you can’t even count to two hundred” Ike’s eyes widen, “Hey! That was only in eighth grade. For your information, I am a grown man who can count to two hundred.” He says, holding a straight face before bursting out into giggles. The radio crackles with a muffled voice, cutting off Ike’s laugh. Gwen reaches for it, but Ike grabs her hand before she can. Gwen looks at Ike, “Ike, what’s wrong?”
