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'''Part 1. The Abduction'''. PR had lived alone for quite some time. Developing R2DA. He had experienced many things as a mod but none were as terrifying and titillating as what was about to happen. As he went around, flaunting his beard. He attracted the feelings of a certain guy...

PR sat their sipping his cup of hot coffee as he sat at his moderator table, stroking his beard. As he was looking at the screen of his computer, he felt something gently stroking his beard. It was the Ticker. He jerked back in surprise but her hands were stuck in his beard. This only caused pain as the hand caused great resistance when he did his jerk.

He glared in anger as he started to get Ticker's fist out of his beard. He chuckled due to the tickling sensation of his beard gently scraping against her hand. He blushed as PR gave her the stink eye as he continued to try to dislodge the hand.

Eventually, her hand was dislodged for she could no longer continue with the sensation and PR called Security in to remove Ticker. As the security grappled onto both of her arms to drag her out, he shouted... "PR, you will be mine!" PR just ignored this, thinking it was just a crazed fan... Little did he know, it would not be the end....

As PR headed home, he could have sworn he heard the pitter patter of her footsteps, slowly following him home. As he was nearing the large hedges near his house, 2 arms came out of the bush and started to pull him in. He struggled frantically to break free of the hands coming from the bush. As he waved around, his bare flesh was being sliced by the thorny branches, spikey leafs. Eventually, the hands let go and he ran home.

In his house, he sat in his room, applying the bandages. As he wrapped them around, he started to get flashbacks. It all made sense now. He had been getting weird emails and phone calls which all read, "PR you will be mine!" Right before he put on his sleeping mask, he heard rustling by the spikey scrubs near the window. He thought he saw a figure by the window. He ran over, tripping over a box lying on the ground. He than staggered back to his soft fluffy bed as he dismissed the sighting. As he slowly slid on the sleep mask, he saw a figure near his closet. At this point, he thought his lack of sleep was taking a toll on him, he settled down and sank into his bed for a well deserved sleep....

Around 30 minutes after he had laid down, he heard the closet creek open. He dismissed it as the wind outside and continued to attempt to go back to sleep. As he started to drift off, he felt something, someone massaging his wounds. He tried to catch the "thing" by surprise as he waited for the right moment to yank off the mask and grab the "thing". As the massage went on, he was slowly losing the will to end it but after a couple of minutes, he turned over and yanked off his mask rapidly.

As he did it, she ran off and bolted for the door. PR, still groggy from the massage, took off a bit slower but the chase was on. They ran through the hall as she was looking for an exit. She than ran into a room, thinking it would lead to an exit but it turned out to be a bathroom. However, there was a small window above the toilet. She climbed onto the toilet but forgot that Chosy did not put the seat down, she lost her footing and her legs fell into the toilet. Due to the noise, PR knew exactly where she was. She then looked around for anything to use to defend herself, she found a bucket. She than dunked the bucket into the toilet and waited.

As PR slowly made is way up. She tried to climb up again but this time, she put the seat down. As she opened the window, PR burst through the door. She than picked up the bucket and splashed the water onto PR. PR had no idea what he was hit with even as some of it flew into his mouth. He spasmed in rage as he tried to dry himself in an attempt to get the water out of his eyes.

He slowly started to climb and crawl out of the small window. As half of his body was through the window, she felt something grab onto her long sock cladded legs. PR was furiously tugging on them. It was hard for him for his legs were soaked in the toilet water. He started to laugh due to the sensation of Ticker's fingers brushing against her legs. Eventually, due to the strain, the socks eventually slipped off and she managed to crawl out. PR just sat there, staring out the window, holding both socks in each hands, screaming in rage.

The next day at the R2DA head quarters, PR went to his seat to prepare for another day of moderating. As he went to turn on the computer, he noticed a sign taped to the screen of his computer. The note read:

Dear Placekins. I hope you don't mind that the water was toilet water<3 You will be mine. I love you.

He than got up and took the paper to Zilth. Zilth just laughed at PR's claim that someone was after him. He than walked to his seat, filled with rage and anger. As he sat down once again, his chair broke into every piece it was made out of. He than found a note saying:

I know where you work<3 I could be anywhere.

As PR sat at his table eating his lunch, he was looking around, cautious that the Ticker could appear at any moment. He went on through the rest of the day, glancing around at every 5 minutes and refusing to interact with some of the newer mods, fearing she might be one of them.

He than begged Jopede to ride in his "Free mod inside" fan to be able to be dropped off at his house so he could not be ambushed on the way home. As he left the Van, Place gave him a worried look and then drove away. PR feared for his sanity/life at this point. As he opened the door, grappling hooks shot out of the darkness. As they wrapped around him, dragging him into the darkness, he screamed hoping that Place would hear his voice.

It was too late. He was slowly dragged into the basement... He was then bound to a bed, his bed... The basement had been transformed. He no longer recognized his own house's room. He than realised that he had not visited the basement for a long time and the thought that the Ticker was camping in his house crossed his mind...

In the corner of the room, he could see a voodoo doll made to look like him, a jar of his beard shavings, and a bucket... He then saw a figure he thought was a doll sitting in the corner get up. It was the Ticker. He then picked up the bucket and slowly walked toward PR. He struggled as she slowly approached with the bucket. "No, no no!" She than tipped the bucket and he was doused with extremely cold water with chunks of dry ice. He screamed due to the sudden surge of coldness entering his system. He lay there spasming and sinking into his soft bed... The bed felt softer than before... He then climbed on and started to cuddle him. He eventually collapsed due to his lack of sleep and slept...

He woke up the next morning to see a meal of military rations prepared for him. He laid there as he was spoon fed the rations. After being force fed, he asked if he was able to leave only to be replied a stern "no".

2 Days passed as he was held "hostage" in his own house being cared for by the Ticker. The staff at the R2DA headquarters finally started to wonder why PR wasn't showing up... They eventually dismissed it as a sickness...

How long would it take before the mods find out.

How much longer will PR be with the Ticker.

Find out in the next installment of...

PlaceXTicker part 2

<- To be continued. 