I sat at the table, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked at the menu.

"Is it possible to be in the mood for everything but also nothing at the same time?" I asked.

"Get a sandwich, you can never go wrong with sandwiches," Lindsey suggested.

I nodded my head as the waitress came over and took our orders.

"Are you feeling better?" She asked.

"Not really," I said. "I think I'm becoming paranoid, they're fucking with my mind."

"You really just need to block it all out," she said. "Stress isn't good for you and it's even worse for the baby."

I nodded my head as our food came. I took a bite, looking around. There wasn't really anyone else here other than some old couple. This is a pretty small town.

"I have a question," Lindsey said. "If you've got a dick and a uterus, does that mean you can impregnate yourself?"

"What?" I asked.

"You know, just finish in a bowl and use a turkey baster to...well, you know," she said.

I looked down at my turkey sandwich, pushing it away. She chuckled, switching our plates.

"Anyways, I don't even wanna know what kind of problems that kid would have," I said. "That's like double incest or something."

"Or maybe it'd have superpowers," she said.

I giggled and shook my head. She smiled, holding my hand across the table.

"It's going to be okay, Gee," she whispered and I nodded. "Maybe we can go to the store and buy some DVDs? We've got a portable movie player at the cabin."

I smiled and nodded my head as a waiter went and set down napkins.

"Thank you," I said quietly, poking my pasta with my fork.

"So, what kind of movies do you wanna get?" She asked

"I don't know yet," I said. "Where are we going to go?"

I dropped my fork on my lap and scowled. I grabbed a napkin, wiping off the sauce. On the underside of the napkin, I saw some writing.

Meet us at the bar in the back room in the basement around the corner. Tell no one. Follow directions or we hurt Frank.

I looked around, trying to spot the person who put the napkins down but I didn't see him.

"What's wrong?" Lindsey asked.

"N-nothing!" I said quickly. "I have to go potty."

I got up and headed towards the bathroom. When she wasn't looking, I walked out the door. I walked down the street and it didn't take long to get there. No one was there at this time of day, other than two men watching football on the tv. While no one was looking, I found a flight of stairs down. It was dark down here and filled with storage boxes and old tables.

Two arms grabbed me suddenly and I shrieked, trying to fight against them. They pulled me back into a room, shutting the door and dropping me down. I looked up at the four men with the bunny masks on, one of them holding a video camera. I quivered, whimpering as I tried to back away.

"L-let Frankie go!" I shouted, my eyes filling with tears. "He didn't do anything!"

They reached for me and I winced, holding my hands over my face in fear. But all they did is pull my hoodie off, leaving me in just my sweatpants.

"You're a freak," one of them spat.

"No!" I cried. "I-I'm not a freak!"

I held my arms over my obvious showing stomach, not wanting them to hurt my baby in any way.

"What do I have to do to get my Frankie back?" I asked. "I-I'll do anything."

"Kill your baby," one of them stated.

I felt my blood run cold as I shook my head.

"Guess you'll never see Frank again then," he said.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket but I was too scared to try and reach for it, they'd probably cut off my hand.

"Please, I'll do anything other than that," I begged.

They dropped a large knife down beside me and I whimpered. There was no way I was going to stab myself and kill my baby.

"Let me go," I cried. "I-I wanna go home. Please, just leave me alone already, I can't take it anymore."

The bunny man next to me picked up the knife and I froze in fear. I back up so I was huddled in the corner, shaking and crying.

"No, please," I sobbed.

I tried to push him away as he came closer but two other bunnies held me down as the fourth one kept filming. I screamed as he brought the knife down to my chest and dragged it across my skin. Not hard enough to cause serious damage or need stitches but enough to make it hurt and bleed.

"That's enough," the man with the camera said.

They dropped me and I clutched my chest as I screamed. The four of them all left, leaving me here alone. I grabbed my phone and pressed it to my ear.

"Lindsey," I sobbed. "Please, I need help."

I told her where I was and it wasn't long before the door burst open.

"Oh my god," she muttered.

"It hurts, Lindsey, it hurts so much," I cried.

She grabbed my hoodie, pressing it to my chest.

"Don't cry, it's okay," she whispered. "Why did you come here?"

"They told me I had to and that they would hurt Frankie if I didn't," I whimpered.

She helped me stand up and I tried to balance myself on shaky legs.

"Th-they wanted me to kill my baby," I whimpered.

"I'm not going to let that happen," she promised. "Come on, we need to get you back."

"The cabin or home?" I asked.

"We can go back home," she said.

I sniffled and nodded as the immediate pain started to subside in my chest. But it was still gut wrenchingly painful. Does Frank have to put up with this everyday?

"Come on, Gee," she whispered.

I leaned against her as the two of us went up through the bar, which was now empty besides the bartender who was focused on his computer.

"Wait here, I'll pull the car up," she said.

I nodded, leaning against the wall. The car was only around the corner so it didn't take long. I got into the passenger seat, holding my sweatshirt to my chest as I cried. I pulled it away and looked down, looking at the way the blood smeared over my pale skin.

"It hurts," I whimpered.

"We'll get you cleaned up when we get back to the cabin," she said. "Then we'll pack our things up and head back home."

We got to the cabin and she ran the bath, helping me into the warm water. I cried as water ran over the cut, causing it to sting.

"I'll go pack up our things," she said.

I washed the dried blood off my skin, wincing whenever my hand ran over my cut. I sobbed, standing up from the pinkish bath water.

"F-fuck," I whimpered, drying my chest.

Luckily the bleeding had stopped but it still hurt so badly. I wrapped the towel around my waist and found Lindsey in my room putting my stuff into a bag.

"I-I need clean clothes," I whimpered.

She smiled, helping me step into panties and she pulled a soft dress over my head.

"See look, maybe dressing up will help to cheer you up," she said.

I looked down and saw the slight bump from my stomach. I rested my hand on the bump as my eyes filled with tears.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's go home," she said.

I nodded my head and she rubbing my back. The two of us headed out to the car and she turned on the radio.

"You have to relax, too much stress can cause developmental problems in the baby," she said.

I cried quietly, curling up into a little ball.

"I just want this to be over already," I sobbed.

She reached over and held onto my hand.

"I want my Frankie again," I said. "I wish he never went on that stupid tour and I wish they never fucking took him and I wish he was here with me instead."

I could imagine him cuddling with me at night, his hand on my stomach comfortingly and him taking care of me while I'm pregnant and decorating the baby room with me and picking out cute clothes for our child.

"They couldn't possibly keep him for that long," Lindsey said. "They can't be that smart, they're going to slip up eventually."

"You're gonna jinx it," I whimpered.

"You should lay down in the back and try to get some rest," she suggested.

I nodded, crawling into the backseat. She unzipped her hoodie, handing it to me. I covered myself up and sniffled quietly as I closed my eyes, dreaming of what life would be like if Frank was never kidnapped.

Frank was finally gonna come back home today and I was so excited. The door opened and I squealed happily, holding my arms open. Frank dropped his bag, hurrying over to give me a big hug.

"Oh my god, you're huge," he muttered, his hand resting on my stomach.

I giggled happily, giving him a kiss.

"I'm seven months pregnant!" I cheered.

"I can tell," he said with a small chuckle. "Can we find out the gender now?

I nodded, grabbing the envelope. I wanted to wait for Frankie to get home from his tour to find out the gender so Dr. Urie wrote it down and put it in an envelope.

"How was the tour?" I asked, a small smirk on my face.

"It was amazing, baby, just open it already," he said impatiently.

I giggled, open the envelope.

"Oh my god, it's a boy," he muttered. "We're having a boy!"

I shrieked happily and he gave me a kiss.

"I love you so much," he said.

"I love you too, daddy," I said.

Frank smiled, wrapping his arms around me.

"The tour was fun and all but I think I'm gonna stay here for a little while," he said.

"Reall?!" I asked excitedly and he nodded. "That's great! I missed you so much!"