Lost [Quackbur]

Where am I?

     As soon as he woke up, Wil felt the cold temperature of the room. Something dark was covering his eyes, so he couldn't identify anything around himself, but he heard a fan buzzing and.. steps-? They were getting louder, presumably the person was getting closer.

     "Who's there..? Where- What is this place-?"

     His only answer was a quiet hush and the sound of something being placed on the ground. He heard the person walk around, circle him a few times, then settle in front of him.

     "Who are you?" He tried once again. Silence filled the room, nothing moved, and no steps were heard. Then he received a hushed response:

    "...trust me. You know."

     Wilbur shuffled through his mind without avail because couldn't find, in any memory, a voice quite like theirs. But then again, the voice was hushed. He gasped as he felt cold hand touch his cheek.

     "Hmm...You haven't changed much."

     "..." Wilbur honestly didn't know what to say to that. He tried calming his quick breathing, but thoughts such as 'No one will ever find me,' 'What if I get tortured to death??' and 'Damn, I've been kidnapped. That's not good.' didn't allow him to. The hand moved from his face, and he turned his head towards a faucet he heard seconds later. His hands were tied pretty tightly, but he tried everything he could to try to shake them out of their restraints. It didn't work. He heard the sound of a plastic bag, and then he felt a stare. "I'm not gonna hurt you." Wilbur stayed still; he didn't believe this person at all. "I'm gonna need you to drink something, so start trusting me.. it'll make this a lot easier." The person seemed to get closer- in terms of the steps getting louder. "That's not how trust works..." He replied hesitantly; he didn't want to get murdered, so he tried not to make it sound too rude. "I miss the old you.. you trusted me with so much." the person smiled slightly, but Wil didn't see it. "Well... maybe if you showed me what you look like, I'd remember who you are- Then I'd trust you again," he tried. "You aren't gonna trick me that easily, Wil." He paused before saying Wil, as if he wanted to call him by another name but decided against it. "Anyways, you still have to drink this, so decide now if you're gonna cooperate." Wilbur didn't really think much before nodding. He was still trying to figure out what he should believe out of what the person said. He definitely didn't trust them, for obvious reasons. He had no idea who they were, either. He really hoped they would stick to what they said and not hurt him, but he wasn't sure he fully believed that either. A cup was pressed against his lips, and he didn't reject it. He drank it... well, not really. He didn't swallow it- but didn't spit it out either. He just kept it in his mouth to see how long until the person noticed. Sadly, that wasn't long.

"Wilbur..." "Hm..?" "Answer in words." He swallowed. "Yes..?" The person sighed. "Is this how it's gonna be every time? You can't trick me." He gently placed his hand on Wilbur's neck, passing his thumb over his Adam's apple. "I can tell when you do or don't swallow, Wilbur... it's quite obvious." Wil snapped his head to the side to shake the hand from himself and blood rushed to his head from his embarrassment. The person laughed lightly as he noticed it. "You're flushed? Surely it couldn't have been that embarrassing that you refuse to swallow when told to." Wil questioned his choice of words- he didn't know how he felt about that. "Don't say it like that." 

"Oh, I'll say it how it is. You told me you'd cooperate, but you're just a spitter." Wilbur's face heated up more. "Just use different words-" he sounded frustrated, and he was. But then he heard something. The person heard the frustration in his voice and giggled, losing control over their whisper- and Wilbur recognized the sound.

[Author's Note]

Amen for reaching 699 words in this lovely chapter? Cya!