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Greta left Brahms. She left him. Then people came and took him away. They took his mask and the doll that Brahms tried so hard to fix (which failed at doing) and then knocked him out.
When he awoke, he was in the back of some vehicle while 2 people were talking to each other. Brahms felt droopy and extremely tired and hot. He was in a weird outfit that he despised the feeling of. The people in the front of the vehicle seemed to be arguing.
“We ran out of gas dumbass! I told you to refill it back to the last town!”
“That was 30 fucking minutes ago!”
“Now we are in dumbfuck Louisiana! We have no signal and can’t contact anyone!”
“Fuck… What should we do? Look around and hope for the best?”
“Sadly yes… You stay back with the rat, and I will go look around.”
“What! Why do I have to stay with the rat!?”
“Because you're the man and you are stronger.”
“Hey! Don’t use stereotypical gender roles!”
“Sucks to suck buddy!”
After that a door is heard to open then promptly close. Some footsteps are heard walking away. Brahms is scared and confused about where he is. He heard of Louisiana vaguely when his mother talked about it in a history lesson. But he didn’t know exactly where it was.
After what felt like hours of smelling a terrible scent coming from the front there were sounds of someone walking back.
“Yo, there is a gas station a little way over c’mon let's go we can get help there and fill the gas tank up.”
“In the middle of nowhere? Huh. Weird.”
“Well not many options we got. We have to get the stupid wall dweller to the-”
Before they could say where another voice was heard.
“Heya fella’s how's ya doing? Do you need help with anythin’? I can give ya a ride to the nearest gas station that's a bit away!”
The man sounded really cheerful and had a unique voice that Brahms didn’t know about. But the voice sounded nicer than the other two.
“Uhm… sure.”
The voice of the person who was supposed to find help says.
Soon after it was quiet. Brahms was left alone. He was alone stuck in the back of a vehicle chained up, and extremely hot. After what felt like hours, voices were heard. One familiar the other was not.
“Over here! I think they were transportin’ goods or somethin’.”
“It seems to be more like the type of vehicles in old movies where they transport an animal.”
“Oh, maybe!”
Soon the doors open shining bright lights at Brahms which he promptly tries to hide his face. The two men looked shocked.
“A man…? Why is he chained up…? Hey buddy, are you ok?”
Brahms just continued to try to hide his face. The more handsome of the two men walks away as the smaller one watches.
“Hey- Bo where are you going?”
“Getting Vincent and seeing if he has anything to remove the chains.”
“Well maybe they have a key in the front of the truck?”
“True. Damn I hate it when you are right. So, stop it.”
“Oh- ok-”
Brahms can hear shuffling in the front as the smaller man climbs in next to him and inspects the place. He respected Brahms enough to not look at his face while looking through a duffle bag he finds a mask.
Brahms immediately grabs it and puts it on. Lester is reminded of his brother slightly seeing Brahms with the mask on him.