Elan awoke to the room being breezier than he remembered. Almost as if he was in the buff. “Mm…My head…” He said, opening his eyes. This had to be one of the worst naps he’s had in forever. After opening his eyes, he noticed a blurry figure standing a foot away.

“Well, well, well. About time.” The boy said with a familiar voice. He put his phone down and turned his full attention to him. “Do you know how annoying it was to drag you here and take your clothes off? Very!” He said.

Elan’s eyes finally focused and he saw that the mystery boy was a raccoon. He vaguely remembered an encounter with a raccoon like him, but he couldn’t remember at all. What he did remember was that the boy got into a fight with Dakota.

For an uncomfortable amount of time, the raccoon stared at Elan silently. “...Seriously? You don’t remember me!? I’m Zee! President of an evil organization!” He said triumphantly with his hands on his hips. “Whatever. You’re prolly wondering why I kidnapped you and stripped ya naked. Well, I want info on your little friend, Dakota!” He demanded.

As intimidating as the boy was, his threat was no match for what Dakota would do to him if he found out. “Well, um. I can’t.” Elan explained. “I’m really sorry. Can I go now?”

Zee stared at him with disbelief. “Can you—can you go now!? Are you serious!? No! If I just let you go after you said no, then what’s the point, dude?” He said. He expected him to keep quiet. All that was left to do was turn things up a notch.

He took his uniform off too and walked over to Elan. “Don’t worry, bro. I’ve got ways to make you speak.” He said. He straddled Elan’s warm body and took his soft dick into his hand. “I heard you like weird stuff like this. But it’s okay. Just tell me allll about Dakota and me and my company can give you whatever you want~.” He said.

Elan took a slight taking to the situation but remained firm. “I’m sorry, but that wouldn’t be nice. He’d get really angry if I told you about him. He’s, uh, really scary.” He confessed. He imagined the kind of punishment Dakota would dish out for his betrayal. His mind was filled with scenarios of Dakota beating him up, mouth fucking him, and just plain fucking his ass.

Despite his refusal, Zee continued to stroke Elan’s hard cock in his hand. He grabbed his own dick and rubbed it against his. “Well, that sucks. I expected you to tell me lots of stuff.” He said. He didn’t know if it was because of Elan or the situation, but jerking off felt more pleasurable to him.

“You’re not going to hurt me?” Elan asked meekly. When you’re drugged and stripped naked, the only thing on your mind is pleading with your captors. He didn’t expect Zee to harm him, but he was still a little worried.

Zee broke out of his trance and looked at him, slightly annoyed. “Nope. I still don’t know why you’d protect that jerk. He doesn’t deserve you. I deserve you!” He said dramatically. He obviously either didn’t know or care about the misdeeds he just did.

Now that he felt a little better, Elan lied down and didn’t resist him anymore. “He’s not all bad. Nobody understands him.” Elan defended Dakota. “Like, he invited me out to go trick or treating with him. Nobody at school even asked me.” He said.

Elan’s words softened his heart a little, but he still had a rivalry with Dakota, and there was no way he’d give up. “Whaaatever.” Zee blew him off. “You know, if I was mean, I’d prolly blackmail you with stuff. Like the weird stuff you do with your wolf babysitter.” He said and snickered into his hand.

Elan’s heart raced. “H-how did you!? No, please—!” He begged but was cut off.

“Gotcha!” Zee said and booped his nose. “I don’t care about your weird stuff. I just care about getting him back. Sooo, if you want to join Team Zee, the offer’s still open.” He said.

This boy was a real wildcard. He played off terrifying threats as harmless pranks and didn’t care who he offended. Elan calmed down a little, but still wondered how he knew about him dating his adult babysitter. “Haha … That was a good one. But how did you know about what I do after school?” He asked.

“Hmph. A good magician never reveals his secrets!” He said and pretended to let loose a flock of imaginary doves. “Nah, but really. My BFF knows a lot of stuff. Soo, I just pay him bank and he tells me whatever he sees.” He said. His explanation suggested that his friend was an information broker with eyes and ears all over the city.

Elan was a little intrigued. “But how does—” he was interrupted by the room’s heavy metal door slamming against the wall. Dakota was standing in the doorway with an aluminum bat hanging over his shoulder.

“There you are! And I knew it was you, you little shit!” He yelled. He cracked his neck and rolled his bat across his shoulders. “It’s Bendering time!” He yelled and charged.

Just then, a bass guitar started stringing a funk tune and [ TO BE CONTINUED -> ] appeared in the corner of the screen in big bold letters. “W-What the!? What the hell is happening!?” Dakota yelled in confusion.

Zee put a cigarette between his lips and flicked his lighter underneath it. A big white plume of smoke came out the lit end and stunk up the room. “Show’s over.” He said matter-of-factly. “Me and Elan do the stuff in the picture, you show up and scream, boom. Show’s over. What more are we supposed to show?” He asked.

Dakota dropped his bat to the floor. It let out a high pitched dink and rolled across the floor. “What the fuck…? None of this is real?” He asked. He was clearly having an existential crisis.

“Yup.” Zee said and sucked on his cigarette. “Elan’s not even moving anymore since his part’s over with. Now we just wait until the story—.” His words were cut off and he froze. His face didn’t move a muscle no matter how much Dakota poked it all over.

“Joke endings fucking suck.” Dakota said before freezing.