Double Life. Silco X Male Reader (On Hold.)

What A Shame.

"What a shame. Another cast away. This one is...Different from the others though. They have survived this far, what do you think Singed, can you replace those parts right?" A voice loomed over you in the darkness. It was deep and calm and almost gentle. The voice clearly belonged to someone who was clever, collected and had a goal set. Something in mind for you. You began to panic upon realizing this. Realizing you weren't alone. But still that begged the questions...Were you dead? Somewhere imbetween life and death? You tried to stretch out an arm. Move. Anything to grasp onto the light that was splayed infront of your eyes. Your fingers merely twitched and touched something cold. This caused a release of a small gasp from the voice from earlier. It felt like someones skin...Maybe a hand? "They're awake! Put him back to sleep-" the voice began.
"As you wish..." a voice grumbled.
"Good." A pain singed your neck, rooting itself deep in your veins and flesh. It burned through your skin dragging down every ounce, every fibre of your being wishing to stay alive and you slipped wistfully back into unconsciousness. It felt like something had been clawing desperatley at your throat. Eager to get out of the fleshy prison they had been locked in.

When you woke yet again the light was flickering into darkness. Your eyes were able to make things out a little better than before but everything was still blurry. Everything was freezing. You swore you felt the ice crystals gather on your finger tips. You could hear a monitor in the background and the clanking and clinking of tools being moved around quickly. A few of them sounded as though they were hitting glass or metal or some kind of a workbench.
"Im trying!-" a harsh voiced hissed back almost inhumanly.
"Well try harder! He has to be perfect!" A hand slammed down next to you vibrating the metal table you now felt you so clearly were laying on. You took in a sharp cold inhale of air.
"Wh-..rr?" Your voice caught the attention of the men looming over you once more. Their dark figures once again blocked out the light.
"See he's waking up again! Give him a higher dose!" A voice spat almost impatiently.
"This is all i have left. You'de better hope it lasts." That painful sensation struck again but this time on the other side of your neck. A fire burned through you, ripping its way up your throat and into your head. A voiced murmer of pain left your lips before falling back into a quaint sleep.

Timeskip a few hours.

When you woke up this time, you woke up screaming. A pure raw energy leaving your throat as you cried for mercy. Release from this agonizing hell. Every nerve in your body felt as though it had been lit on fire. You couldn't move. Tied down infact by something hefty. It soon became clear you were wearing tight restraints, leather bound wrists and ankles and a strap or two lining your stomach and chest. The table you were sprawled on almost seemed like that you would find in a mental hospital so you knew you weren't in a normal medical facility. Your anxiety piqued and your pain only worsened as you tried thrashing against the restraints. To no avail, you only managed to make the table move a little, it was on wheels after all.

"H-hello?" Calling out was the only thing you could think of to do. You were stuck here possibley permanantley. Were those voices you heard just illusions? Lifting your head, your eyes met the rest of the room. It was covered in all kinds of things. There were tools of all kinds to begin with, hammers, screwdrivers, dental tools, surgical knives like scalpels and scissors. There was even a pair of forceps lying near you. A large portion of the tools were covered in coloured liquids, purple, green, orange and ...A dark red seemed to be the most common among the tools. The sink, covered in disgustingly stained tiles was particularly vunerable to whatever elements had been splashed along the tools.

You didn't have time to look down at yourself before two people burst in through the door. you assumed these were the two from earlier. The ones whos voices you assumed you had made up. One of them seemed ragged also covered in those substances from the tools, he wore a raggedy scarf over his face and glared as he hobbled in and stood beside you. He instantly began to shine a light into your eyes. You were still in pain though and as soon as he did this you began to thrash again.