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Boy of my Nightmares

(WARNING: kinda graphic and mildly sexual [nothing really past making out though] so you have been warned. Also, picture the guy above with red instead of purple.)

"Cecil?"

The scientist does not know where he is. He does not know what entities have brought him here. He only knows that he is not where he should be. Of course, it is pitch black, and science tells him that this is usually not good. Something restricts his hands, holding them behind him as he sits, but nothing is apparent.

"Cecil, are you here?" Carlos calls again. He turns his head, praying he will see his boyfriend. This is a futile effort, of course, as it is still pitch black.

"Carlos," someone calls.

"Cecil? Cecil, is that you?"

"Caaaaaarloooooos," the voice calls again - high, ghostly, faint, not really what Cecil sounds like. But Carlos is willing to believe anything.

"Cec? Honey, where are you?"

"How sweet!" someone gushes. "He has nicknames! Like a little pet! I'm so excited to be with you!"

Carlos knows that voice, and although it sounds eerily like his boyfriends, he knows it's not. It's too happy, too high, too dark and twisted.

"Kevin," Carlos spits, knowing the voice that sends shivers down his spine. This twisted double of his beloved Cecil, lurking just out of his sight, is the subject of many nightmares that leave his radio host screaming in terror.

A bright light is suddenly blaring into Carlos's face, and he can't see anything. A soft something brushes across his cheek, slipping past like a hand or a tentacle or something. He can hear things whipping around him and he is suddenly afraid. He shoves the fear into the bottom of his stomach, because he must be brave. (It's the third thing a scientist is, after self-reliant and smart).

"Hello, my darling Carlos," the voice singsongs. A dark shape looms in front of him, but the light is so bright he can't see anything just yet.

"I'm not your 'darling' anything," he spits. "I love Cecil Gershwin Palmer and not you, you - "

"Ah, ah, ah," it teases, covering the scientist's mouth with something slimy and cold. "You must always be polite when you visit someone, riiiiiight?"

Carlos responds by reaching out and clamping his teeth down - hard - on whatever covers his mouth. The captor screams and yanks it away. Carlos spits violently to remove the taste from his mouth, and as his vision focuses, he stares in horror at the person in front of him.

Cecil's doppelgänger is the same height and build as him, with the same shock of blond hair and sense of style - sweater vest, button-down shirt, tie, radio headphones slung around his neck. He wears mostly red, however, as opposed to Cecil's usual purple. He doesn't wear glasses, revealing red eyes, and his mouth is edged with gaping, haphazard slashes, twisted in a bizarre attempt at a smile. And instead of Cecil's purple tentacle-and-eye swirling tattoos, he has literal red tentacles, one of which is throbbing.

"Owww! Carlos," Kevin whines, his mouth still smiling, clinging to the slightly swollen tentacle. "That's not nice, now is it?"

Carlos looks around, ignoring Kevin for the time being. His wrists are bound together behind him, and it feels like cold, thick metal - chains. They also bind his ankles to the chair legs. The room is a twisted version of Cecil's recording studio, everything mangled in some way, with the "ON AIR" sign looking like it's been painted on in a suspiciously dark red liquid. His lab coat is dirty and torn, and his glasses are smudged.