Button Mash slowly awoke in a darkened haze but this time without the morning sun to greet him, feeling groggy and disoriented he tried to lean forward and noticed something funny… he was tied to whatever he was sitting on, his eyes eventually adjusted to where he was; the room around him was dark but not pitch black, the place felt full of a trapped heat that started to make button sweat, he could also smell the faint aroma of alcohol filling the air.
The room soon felt like it was boiling, he could hear vents blasting on full, Button’s eyes began to water as they felt like they were frying like eggs.
He re-opened his eyes and they soon hovered over to something strange in the far corner; there piled atop each other were boxes full of what would appear to be lit-candles?, through the box's slits dim beams of colour could be seen, like there where mini-disco’s inside. The only light he could see was a dark pink shining under the door to the left of him, the sound of colts laughing and glasses clinking could be heard along with the hum of seductive music, where was he?.
“H…Hello anyo…..” Button began to speak before his head was struck from behind; forcing his mind to fling forward and shoot back from the fact that he was tied to a chair.
“shut up’ you shit!” blurted a voice behind him.
Button couldn’t tell what was happening.
“Is Guy here yet?” said another voice from behind, this one more croaky and foreign, there was some sort of duo in the darkness.
“Na, give it a minute, he’ll be here” went the first voice again, in an eerily happy tone.
Button’s heart raced, he didn’t know what was happening.
.”Where am I” Button stuttered.
Button was struck again.
“I said shut it!” Boomed the voice of the anonymous Colt behind him.
This time button didn’t dare lift his head up again, he was terrified.
For a while there seemed to be an extremely uncomfortable silence that dragged on for eternity…like a poor soul waiting on to be strung up on the gallows.
One of the lackeys began tapping his hoof rhythmically while he whistled ‘Take on me’, rightly getting a punch in the arm from the other. As that happened there was a sound of *clack*,*clack*,*clank* coming from behind the door.
“This is going to be fun” cruelly stated the gruffer colt of the two.
Button hearth felt like it was trying to rip out his rib cage, he couldn’t take the silence, it was all killing him.
The door slowly opened, showing a tall black figure behind it.
“Goodevenin’ mista Mash” Said Guy as he floated into the room, his hoofs clinking against the concrete floor with a heavy clack. He slowly wandered right up to buttons face, the smell of tobacco and whiskey was in his breathe.
“so, snips tells me you abandoned his little proposal hmm?, why would ya do that” he said in a parenting voice, clearly enjoying it.
“I…I..” Scratched button voice, he couldn’t talk, who could.
The face couldn’t really be made out through the darkness but Button knew by the voice that it was Zebra in nature, the zebra spoke,“...well that’s as good as any excuse I suppose, I just want you to know that actions ave consciences mista Mash, you could be more considerate when a friend asks you for something, specially when it could have saved ya ass.” Stated the terrifying zebra drug-lord.
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Button mash : high school life
FanfictionButton has to go back to the troubles of teenage life, which includes patching things up at home, keeping his friends....and trying to make things less awkward between him and his X-Marefriend Sweetie belle in this dark high school life.
