* ~ Notes ~ 

Tags - ⚠️🔪💞(Somewhat)

AU - ⭐️

Info - A short drabble(?) based on the current situation in Thebbros, right after the questers are teleported into one of the Sacred Temples (As the angels call it.

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( No one's POV )

( Setting - A cavern/one of the "Sacred Temples" )

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What just happened? One second everyone was beside a river where the map was pointing at a symbol within it, then there was a portal, sending all of them into this.. cave. Hazel groaned quietly, a hand pressed against her right leg. It was bleeding..

"O-owww.." She whimpered, slowly lifting herself up. She lifted her hand to look at the cut in her pants and examine the wound, putting her hand back on seconds after when it started to sting from with no pressure being applied. Judging by the small amount of blood on a nearby sharp rock, she cut her leg on it when everyone was thrown in here.

Now that she was upright, Hazel took a moment to look around, now realizing she was all alone. Her dad, uncle, Boris, Bendy, Felix, even Jackpot.. nowhere in sight. "Hello? Hello?! Anyone there?" She called out, and after a few seconds with no reply, her breathing picked up. Oh god, was she worried..

Hesitantly, she tried to stand again, only to let out a suppressed cry of pain, a few quiet sobs following as she put both hands on her leg. "P-please! Someone, answer me! Hello?!" She cried out again, voice more desperate. A couple seconds passed again, and before she could say anything more, she perked up at a familiar face from around a corner, relief washing over her.

"Hazel!! Oh thank goodness, there you are!" It was Boris. He was quick to run to her side and kneeling down. He immediately noticed the blood on her pants, and his ears laid flat, eyes widening. "You're bleeding! What happened, are you okay?" She looked at her wound when Boris mentioned it, sighing quietly. "Cut my leg on a sharp rock.. can barely move it.." Boris's ears lowered in worry at that comment. Who knows where the others are, and what kind of danger is down here.. not being able to walk is nowhere near good right now..

His attention was regained when Hazel spoke again. "Have you seen the others?" Although Boris wished he had good news, he shook his head. "No.. I haven't. You're the only one I've found so far, I have no idea where the others- or where we- even are." Hazel huffed, brows furrowing slightly. She was afraid he'd say that..

"Well we better go find them, they might be in trouble!" Before she could try to stand up, groaning quietly as she did so, Boris put a hand on her leg and gave her a stern look. "Oh no you don't! You're hurt! Please, let me carry you, you're in no condition to be walking around with that wound!"

This offer caught Hazel by surprise, and she gave him a look of mild concern. Considering how the two were only two years apart, she'll more than likely be heavy for him to hold. "Are you sure, Boris? We're nearly the same height and weight.." He simply nodded, scooting closer to grab her by the back and under her legs to prepare to lift her. "Yes, I'm sure. Come here, we better get going."

As Boris began to lift Hazel, she wrapped her arms around his neck, a soft, canine-like whimper escaping her at the pain she felt in her leg when it was disturbed. With a groan from his efforts, Boris finally had her fully lifted, and pulled her close against him. "Comfortable?" He asked, and Hazel nodded with a soft "Mhm", a small amount of blush on her cheeks. He began walking, careful not to drop Hazel or trip. Hopefully they'll be able to find the others before something dangerous finds them first..