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damnation-if · 1 year
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any time anybody asks me if i will do character playlists i always um and ah about it (i honestly don’t think my music knowledge is good enough, overall) but the deciding factor is always that. this particular piece of music can’t be found on spotify and it would Have to go on Twilit’s playlist so. even if i ever did any they wouldn’t be Complete 😔
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feastofcadavers · 4 years
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Mumbling back and forth, the agreement between violinist and victim was finalized. Giving his adieu, Mint stepped his way back to where the rest of the soon-to-be escapee group resided. It was for this moment that the emerald-eyed fellow could finally forget most of his pains for a time. What a wonder getting up and moving about does for pain tolerance.
Grumbling passed through Mint's pleasant yet determined throughts, the sounding of who else but Lemon. Before him, Aloe knelt at a short distance away. "He is regaining conciousness swiftly, but I expect him to immediately be hostile once he is fully conscious. It would be best to speak before he has a chance to harm us." It was unclear if Aloe was speaking to themself or to the musician that had approached.
Nevertheless, once Lemon began to recognize things around him, no doubt he was immediate to struggle. His body, still somewhat weak and drowsy, sparked and eventually coated himself in a weak shield. It would be easy to break, but giving some safety wasn't too bad of an idea, or so Aloe claimed.
"Youu... Fffffuckin' bugss..." The electrical fellow slurred, sunken eyes narrowing at the two before him. One standing, one kneeling. "Wherrrre... Whhhat... H-"
"I know you have many questions, but we cannot keep this conversation up for long." Straight to the point. Aloe wouldn't let the conversation get sidetracked or anything less than on-task. "We require your aid. Your charge, that is, to keep someone alive whilst we try to escape this facility." A growl from the trapped signified distaste for this haste, but who knew how long it would be until Roguefort would find the lack of Mint's arrival suspicious? Certainly not any of them.
Giving a hefty sigh, Aloe stood themself up and motioned towards down the room where Caramel had been contacted. "We have your friend that you have been looking for." Ah, that certainly brought some attention from the walking electrical socket. "If you require his agreement, he has already been attained. None of wish to be here. What we offer is your and Caramel's freedom in exchange for your charge to keep someone alive as we escape."
Sounds of reluctancy and dissatisfaction came from the yellow neon nightmare, yet... "As long aaaas I get Caramel, I don't- I don't caaare what I gotta do..." An agreement? That easily?
"You'd even collaborate with us 'creatures' that locked him here in the first place?"
"Aloe-" Mint interjected, only to be interrupted by the sound of quiet sparking. The electric shield was down... For a time.
"Uncuff me an' do whatever the fffffuck you gotta do to hook me up to who I'm supporting... When I'mmm more awake, I'm totally gonna kick one of your asses later. But like... Once we're out of wherever the Hell we wound up."
"Understood. Give me a few moments- It should not take long to rewire these mechanics to respond to your natural charge."
...and thus, a newly freed life support is made by a willing- albeit only by bribery- life.
Although, as the group would make their first steps out into the cold cement flooring, pressure began to grow heavy upon them. If this collaboration was to work, everyone needed to ensure the safety of one another, or so it felt. That sort of support out of each other's individual control... Was nerve wracking. Even moreso considering Aloe wouldn't dare allow for Co to be held by anyone but themself, leaving them both teathered.
How Aloe had worked out a means to support Co's life like this was not a question Mint was willing to ask at this time.
"Caramel." Lemon simply commanded, gaining a nod from Aloe. "He should be a short distance south. No worries for unlocking his containment. As the researcher who spends practically all their time within these halls, I assure you I hold the keys to release him."
"Hand them to me."
"...If you cannot tell, my hands are full. They are within my right pocket. Take it." If this was an attempt at humor, Aloe's voice certainly didn't encapsulate it. Thankfully no one paid mind to it as Lemon took a small ring of keys from Aloe's pocket. Each marked with a letter, to which the keyholder quickly flicked through to a particularly labelled key.
"'C'... That must mean Caramel, right? You guys had a special cell just for him?"
"Actually, it stands for 'Cells', but close enough, I suppose."
Banter aside, the distance from Aloe's mainstay to Caramel's little stone-covered hovel of a prison was less than one would expect. "Not even bars on this one? Just straight walls?" Lemon remarked, gaze wandering from portion to portion of the lifeless area his best friend had gotten himself smuggled into. The charged individual sighed, taking a few steps forward- having to be cautious for Aloe and Co- and stuck the key right into the door. The door itself was metallic, but that can be disregarded, as when it squeaked open...
"A-ah...? Wh-who is-..."
"Hey, nerd, if you're in there..." It was odd to hear a laugh, one legitimate and not full of alcholism, in this mansion... But the sound of it from someone to hardy was a relief to the composer's ears. "...how about you get your ass out here and gimmie a hug?"
Shuffling followed by stumbling could be heard from behind the mass of colorlessness, which felt to be just a bit brighter, and soon enough- yes- there was Caramel tossing himself into Lemon. This fellow, adorned with fluffy white hair and tattered, broken glasses, bloodied plaid... He looked like the tortured victim of some hostage horror movie... In some twisted fashion, he very well was, but no longer.
"L-Lemon! Oh- Oh my... I can't- I-I can't- I can't even-!"
"Then don't, fool. Just cry out what you need like you always do, and let's get going, got it?"
"M-mhm..."
There's no way Mint Choco could dare let this poor soul be trapped in this twisted game of sustenance for any longer.
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