Whumptober day 30: Note to Self: Dont Get Kidnapped
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Prompts;
Manhandled
Hair grabbing
"Please dont touch me"
I cant believe i've done 30 days of this. O.o
Short cause I fell behind!!! Sorry guys!!
In a world where magic is rare, and science reigns, beings of magic live in hiding, lest you have a death wish.
Virgil didnt mind the solitude that came with hiding, it could be lonely sure, but people were so… ugh. They made Virgils skin crawl, and his head ache, and his heart beat wildly in his chest. He hates how overwhelming they were, how much he had to think about, just too much.
Besides there was plenty to keep him occupied here. Magical beings to randomly catch sight of, plants to take care or, spiders to watch spin webs, traps and barriers to make up. M would come by with baked goods sometimes, L always had a book recommendation, P and Dk were good for entertainment- and a headache- and Dee could be good for gossip if you spoke his language- which Virgil did.
Not to say that he actually partook in those last parts willingly or often. He was the recluse of the recluses, the anti in social, and the creep in creepy- yeah he was not good at this…
The point of the matter was, today he wanted to be alone, and the storm clouds gathering outside were proof enough. So when noises came from outside, Virgils already sour mood for the day worsened further. Leave it to Dk to choose today to mess with him, he was not in the mood.
He opens the door to yell, only for his world to go dark.
…
His scalp burns, finger nails clawing his skull as the strands are roughly fisted and used to pull him from his cage. Its not the first time-and he's sure he'll be bald soon enough- but it hurts none the less as his bruised and bloodied body is dragged across hard stone floor.
This is the fate no magical creature wants to face, the one you tell children to scare them. Virgil had taken more precautions than any of the others, he knew exactly what could and did happen to magics caught by these monsters in human skin. He had scars to prove it…
To be back in the hands of 'scientists' that claimed to be bettering society by torturing Virgils people, was a nightmare come to life. But he supposed his precautions did one thing. No one else was taken or seen. The others were safe, and if they were smart- and L at least was- they'd move somewhere far away. That gives Virg a little peace at least.
His arms are forced this way and that, bound to the table as he struggles in vain against the rough treatment. Up until now, it was tests and poking and prodding, to try and garner what Virgil was. They of course couldnt know, they could claim some silly name sure, but they'd never truly know what they all were, what they represent. Virgil supposed, dying here wouldnt do much. If it had been any of the others, the world as they know it would be in danger, but a world without Virgil? Everyone hated him anyway, so it had to be for the better right?
They come towards him with a syringe and too long needle. His struggles renew, squirming this way and that as a million thoughts fly through his head of just what that thing contained. A 'hold him still' is mumbled and strong meaty fingers push his head to the side and force his chest still. He breaths heavily with panic as the needle gets closer and closer-
He screams.
….
"He's in here!"
Nonononononono
They found him. Not again. No more please no more nomorenomore. Just kill him already, theyre not finding out anything useful by doing this. Please just stopstopstopstopstopstopst-
"Hey-" a hand nonononononono
"Please dont touch me, I cant just end it please im sorry-" he trembles, squirming as far into his dark corner as he can. The shadows threaten to swallow him but never do, just haunt and taunt and tear and hurt hurt hurt
Hes sorry really he is. Hes terrible he knows that. He was bad for escaping, he was bad for trying to live life like the others, he was a bad guy, a creepy cookie, a paranoid freak. Everything was his fault. He was badbadbadbadbad-
"Look at me Vee, come on, please look at me."
Vee… he was A… they didnt use names unless they were… they didnt know his name, they called him thing and subject and monster and- but not Vee not A… only…
"Come on kiddo, look at me."
"M?... is that…"
"We're here kiddo. We're getting you out."
"But im bad…"
"We will tell you all the reasons that is a falsehood later, but we must be going now."
"Come on storm cloud, we got work to do!"
"I have a new project im just DYING to show you!"
"That fashion disaster better stay away from my closet. Or I will fight you with my bare hands! And this sword."
"Come on Vee, lets go home."
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