💚☁️𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜☁️💚

The Moss // 🥀

/ Hey were writing -well I'm writing after like a month of just looking at this.....so here we go we go yay oh! Also this is hopefully pure angst but I don't know if it will cause that is up to future me so enjoy! Yay prison...also! I really need to stop saying also; this is my first time writing like torture or well just being extremely hurt, it won't be that descriptive but it's goin to feature some disturbing acts. I just wanted to say that so yeh now you may read also this is just your warning it is going to have disturbing topics and acts so uhh..enjoy? / 
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Dark pristine walls lined the corridors, creating a dangerous looming effect. A dark pristine cage holds a broken man laying soundlessly in his own prison silence lining the always empty corridors nothing but a suffocating silence and the occasional footsteps would be heard inside the walls of this dark chamber.

Loud footsteps sounded throughout the building two men walking side by side each holding tools that are sharp and sparkling soon to be drenched in blood and turned dull through out their visits. The pounding footsteps came to a stop both standing before the steering wall of lave that separates the "villain" from the captors of the "animal" or what they call hen even though who lays there in that cell is actually still human but is seen as a..well a monster.

"Quackity are you sure you want to go in their." Cold eyes shifted towards the shoulder ghosting holes into the side of the shorter's head. "Yep until I find out how to revive people; I'm going to continue coming here until the..FUCKER TELLS ME HOW TO, I WILL CONTINUE TO COME HERE AND BEAT HIM!!!" Silence covered the air, crazed eyes staring towards the bright lava waiting for it to open and see the chained prisoner. "Alright then wait here I will begin the process."

The sounds of moving pistons and red stone shifting together as the lave slowly fell away from the obsidian platform a small wall of Netherite came up blocking Quackity from entering as he double checked all his resources or well tools. A lone body lay still in the back of the cell chains linked around their wrists and ankles keeping the figure locked down. Hazy eyes stare up at the other fear slowly trickling into tired eyes as the other slowly walked towards him.

The rattling of chains against each other slowly became apparent as the sound of heavy metal dragging against ragged pristine echoed throughout the cramped space. "Hello dreamy~!" An energetic yet deadly voice shouted towards the fearful male small whimpers sounding in the room. "Awww~ I thought you'd be happy to see me such a shame you aren't."

"Now listen dream either you tell me how to revive people or I will beat the answer out of you." Cold eyes glazed over with a crazed look stared at the other waiting for the response.

"Over. My. Dead. Body."

[ 💭♕✕✄ Dream P0V ]

A sickening crunch broke the silence just to have a pained scream echo off the rough walls. A hammer lodged inside dreams hand fragments of bones rising to the surface of the wound as Scarlett blood slowly leaked from under the hammers pressure. Tears began to well up inside dreams eyes as the hammer was torn from its resting place just to have a boot come crashing back into the wound painting the bottoms of the boot in a dark scarlet color.

A harsh yank alerted him as Quackity grabbed the older's shoulders dragging him down laying face down on the ragged floor; edges digging into his cheeks and exposed skin. Feeling a harsh grip on his elbow and wrist he looked to the left just to see Quackity with a sadistic grin slowly twisting his left arm backwards watching and screaming in against as bone slowly dug through soft flesh piercing through like a blade.

Scarlet blood quickly flooded down his left arm as Quackity got up to find a "fun" tool watching as his elbow was twisted in a so very wrong direction and his wrist a dark purple color with hues of green and blue. The clanking of metal alerted him of the opposing harm. "Plea-se stop ple-ase..." "Well if you tell me how to revive people I'll stop!" Silence drifted through the air once again just to be interrupted by an agonized scream an axe was plunged into his back crimson blood leaking over the floor, mutilated flesh and muscle popping out from the wound tears painting the floor as blood slowly covered the entirety of the floor.

Darkness slowly coming from the sides of his vision as unconsciousness consumed him holding him captive in a freak void. He thought he was safe in the void numb to everything around him....what a bunch of bullshit a fiery sensation slowly made itself apparent in the void as what felt like fire ants digging through his back and tearing each muscle apart slowly as if it were melted butter.

(Not dreams POV anymore now third person. Hi author here I'm tired and yes here have 🥔 cause yes also! This is the end to the torture part cause yes and yes I'm sorry I'm just tired I think I dunno but coffee ice cram is good anyways you may continue :) ))

A bloodied figure lay carelessly in the nightmarish cell, red coated the walls a light shine coming off from the blood. Small chunks of mutilated flesh lay forgotten in the blood pools that coated the floor but the most distracting piece was the detached arm that lay twisted in the corner of the dark cell; blood still pouring from the opened part of the socket muscle peeking through and sharp jagged bone sticking out from the bruised wrist.

But only three people would know of the terrors that happened in that oh so nightmarish cell, the only three knowing of the tragedy's that would happen in their. One the inflictor, one the observer, and one the...tortured. One seeking secrets and powers that could either greet peace or despair, one watching for revenge and satisfaction for their oh so sadistic pleasures, and one taking all the pain just so others could have a happy end. But doesn't tragedy just create a new beginning for some or just for one. Well I guess we'll never know of the next events that would happen in that nightmarish cell because only three would hear the silent cries of a forgotten man.

/wow that took one day to write...jeez random thing I plan to get this out before 12:00 A.M for me but it might not because my brother kicked me off the WiFi so this might go out late so sorry if it does come out a bit late but I can't really do anything so yeh...have a wonderful time wherever you are unless your in a danger or bad situation then don't and try and get help but besides that I love you all and I'm gonna go to bed now hopefully a bye-bye! :) /

Word count: (why do I still do word counts??) 1214