(DISCONTINUED) When the Crocuses Bloom

Chapter 7

Winter's POV:

I shot up in bed, feeling scratchy blankets that were distinctly not mine below me.

What is it with waking up in beds after massive injuries?

I pulled up my pale arm with a wince. For XD's sake, I was fucking sore. I glanced at my wrist.

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Praise fucking XD. At least I hadn't lost another goddamn life. Now to work out where the fuck I am.

Looking around the room, I felt my stomach twist. It was a stone room. An iron door had small windows in it. The only other open thing in the room was a barred window.

The obstructed view was of... L'Manburg??

Well there goes that small sliver of hope.

Glancing at the door, I saw a small hatch at the bottom. Clearly no one was coming in here, unless it was to kill me.

Or touture me for info. Nah, they wouldn't have the fucking guts to kill Wil's sister.

I look down at my body, expecting to see a bloody mess. But instead I was met with a pleasant surprise.

My low abdomen was bandaged. I sighed with relief, glad I wouldn't bleed out. Still didn't help me with the other shit that's in this place.

I decided to do a quick weapon inventory. Sword. Gone. Bow. Gone. Many daggers and potions — dangerous and not — gone.

I pulled something out from under my shirt. Thank XD. It was still there. I stared into the vial filled with the lime liquid, which almost glowed in the dim room.

I thought about using it to get out of this situation.

No, I'm not that fucking desperate. Yet..

Tucking it back under my shirt, I concluded that all of my usual weapons were gone.

Almost.

I reached down my shirt again. I pulled my hand up, bringing the warm metal of the multi-tool out of my bra.

Heh, they got some respect huh?

I swiped through the different things. A knife, flat & phillips head screwdrivers, nail file, the main plyers, a small flint & steel and a pair of scissors.

I had correctly realised that I was in the Dream Team fortress. Mostly off the angle of L'Manburg, but a few other things too.

I slipped the multi-tool into my pocket. I had kept it hidden to the best of my ability.

I slid my legs off the bed and went to stand up when a voice rang through the air.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Well you're not me, now who the fuck are you." It wasn't a question. It was a demand for answers.

"You've got quite a tongue. I see the relation to Wilbur now." said the voice.

"To answer my question. Take a wild fucking guess." The voice said the last part in a lower tone. It sent shivers down my spine. I knew that voice.

"Great, it's the fucking pissbaby." I said sinking backwards. "What the fuck do you want, you green cunt?"

I caught a sliver of his mask through the door. How I wanted to punch that stupid smile, so hard it cracked.

He slid something through the little hatch at the bottom of the door. "I'm delivering that."