Speechless | Wilbur & Niki Angst

Refusal

TW: Blood, injury

A/N: Thank you all so so so so so much for all the support. Remember I am (almost) always available if you need someone to rant to. I won't be able to do much, but I know sometimes people just want someone to listen to them. This community is great, and I'm proud to be a part of it.

 Niki woke up choking. She coughed and sputtered as her lungs rejected the water that was trapped within. The room was empty now, the only remaining evidence of the torture session was the liquid that was still stuck to the walls and the thin layer that covered the floor. Shivering, Niki got up, trying to regain the feeling in her limbs.

They had yet to return "her" bed, so she was stuck on the wet floor. Sighing, she sat back down, determinedly glaring at the camera. Challenging it. She wasn't quite sure how long she sat there, as she had no access to a clock, but it was probably a while. The scene was quite similar to a cat staring down an unmoving laser, getting ready to pounce, but never actually doing it.

She should probably go to sleep, reserve her strength, but she couldn't find it within herself to relax. Doing so would let them win, doing so would be resigning to her fate. She refused to do that. She couldn't.

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Techno punched the wall repeatedly, without a care for the blood that now poured freely from his cut knuckles. The desperate look in Tommy's eyes when the guards had pulled the brothers apart. The red that had danced across the pig hybrid's vision as his fingers had been pried off of the boy's shoulder. It had broken him.

Finally giving up, he sank to the floor, head in his hands. Why? Tommy's 10! He didn't deserve this, no one did. Tears threatened to pour over his cheeks as he stared determinedly at the floor. He wasn't giving in. But you already have. His mind so unhelpfully reminded him.

You gave up Ranboo. A part of him whispered.To save Tommy. He argued. Irrelevant, you still did it. Sighing, Techno found himself chuckling. He was going crazy, he was arguing with himself for goodness' sakes.

He stared at the infuriating white walls that surrounded him. Red was still dripping to the floor from when he had punched it. Speaking of that, his hand was starting to hurt. Not that he would ever show that. Sending a glance at the camera that was perched in the corner, he allowed his eyes to flick towards his bleeding knuckles, assessing the damage.

It wasn't terrible, he had definitely had worse. If Phil was there he would definitely be having a lecture right now. The mention of the eagle hybrid sent a pang to his chest.

He had always thought of the man as a father figure. He would never admit it, of course, but without Phil, he probably would be quite different, maybe even dead. Techno didn't remember much from his childhood, just a flash of red, someone telling him to run. A maniacal laugh of someone who was definitely not in the right mind.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he gingerly wiped the blood from his fists. Ripping a piece of fabric from his shirt, he wrapped it around his hand, trying to minimize the mess. Good enough.

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