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TW: Mental breakdown, mention of blood

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 Techno was conflicted. On the one hand, if he sold out Ranboo, The Doctor could find him, and subsequently take away their only chance at escape (and as much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want the enderman hybrid hurt either). On the other, well, Tommy. The annoying gremlin child that meant everything to him.

"Tick, tock." The Doctor teased, drawing out each syllable. "Oh, and if you lie, I will know." he added.

The pig hybrid opened his mouth, hesitating, "His name is Ranboo. He's an enderman hybrid, I don't know where he is." with each word, Techno felt like he needed to throw up. He had just betrayed one of his friends, something he had sworn never to do.

"Thank you." the man leered, patting the hybrid twice on the head. "You have been ever so helpful." The Doctor motioned to the guards, leaving the pig alone once more. What have I done?

Determined not to cry, especially in front of the cameras, the pinket balled his hands into fists. Punching the bed repeatedly, he let his emotions flow through his arms, getting absorbed by the not so soft mattress. Water brimmed at his eyes as he tried not to imagine all of the things that could happen to his brother like companion.

Ranboo, being forced into a glass container full of water, his skin burning as he clawed at the walls desperate to get out. Guards with tasers, pushing him into a corner, with no escape. The Doctor, hovering over the hybrid like a scientist over a new specimen, a scalpel in hand. The enderman lifeless on the ground, blood surrounding his head like a halo. Tubbo screaming at him, his eyes wet, about how much of a traitor he was, telling him it was all his fault. Phil shaking his head, disappointed.

He could no longer hold the tears in. They spilled down his cheeks, mocking him. He didn't deserve to cry. It was Ranboo who was in danger, and it was his fault. All his fault.

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Wilbur woke up slowly. Everything hurt, even more than before. His neck was stiff, his arms covered in bruises. Getting up carefully, he walked the perimeter of the room, determined to get around at least five times. He was halfway through his fourth lap when guards entered the room.

Grabbing him, they pulled him along the corridor, the boy too weak to fight. Finally, they reached their destination. It was a lab, a gurney lay in the middle of the room, straps attached to the sides and foot of the bed. The guards pushed him onto the bed, roughly restraining him, before leaving the room.

"Subject B-28913, you have barely ever spoken a word, yet you can still convey so much meaning with a few simple motions. To be quite frank, I'm impressed. Not many can do so much with so little. But, that's not why we are here. Now, I don't know if you know this, but this is the room, where your beloved cat friend got declawed."

Declawed? Since when? "Oh, she didn't tell you?" The Doctor mocked, seeing his confused face. "Well I won't get into it now, because we are here to talk about you." he paused. "You see, what I'm going to do, is help you learn to talk. This will mean, of course, that you will have to wear a gag whenever you are not in use. But, think of how much fun we can have. Did you know that sirens are known for vocal manipulation? It's quite interesting. I would like to know how it works. So, let's get started shall we?"

Ok, couple quick things. First of all, I tried looking up how to regain your voice after not using it for your entire life and unsurprisingly didn't get much, so sorry if these next chapters aren't completely factually correct. Second, thank you all so so so so so much for the support, you guys are fantastic, as usual. Have an amazing day/night, 'cause you deserve the world, the galaxy, the universe, the multiverse, the megaverse, the alphaverse, the omniverse, the melleniaverse (?), and all of the realities!

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