Where Is Your Rider (OFFICIAL WATTPAD UPLOAD)

Chapter 14

"Is he breathing still?"

"Obviously."

"Are his processors active?"

"They seem fine. They're configured differently than Bad's, though. Kinda throwing me off."

"Heh, didn't think we'd meet another robot guy."

"You're killing my vibe, Boomer."

"Jeez, loosen up, man."

Tommy blinked groggily, pawing at his chest, which still ached. The last thing he remembered before he'd blacked out was a sharp pain in the side of his neck. At least he seemed to be in one piece, albeit his shirt and boots being missing—

—His hand bumped something, sticking out of a hole where his fucking sternum should be.

Tommy screamed, lurching upright and scrambling off the cot, ripping the damn thing out of his chest even though it hurt like hell.

"Woah woah woah!" A voice yelled. "Damn it, I just fixed his ribs—fucking get his ass!"

Tommy got a glimpse of the room as he made a run for the door. The room didn't look like a hospital, really. It looked more like a laboratory, but every ounce of him was screaming at him to run so he fucking did—

Someone tackled him from behind. Tommy snarled and kneed them hard in the face.

There was an awful crunch.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The man toppled back, screaming and clutching his badly bleeding nose, which was already dripping all over his white sweater. "OW OW OW OW OW! VELVET GET HIM!"

Tommy gritted his teeth against the panic burning in his chest and resumed his wild dash for the door.

He barely made it three steps.

Someone quite literally snatched him off his feet from behind, a pair of arms hauling him backwards by his waist and pinning him to the cot he'd been sprawled on before. Tommy screeched, thrashing violently and doing his best to try and sink his teeth into his assailant's hand, but even with his enhanced strength, it was useless.

The man in a red and white jacket pinning him to the cot by his throat with a forearm while his free hand scrabbled around on a nearby table was freakishly strong, for one thing. He also didn't seem very distraught about Tommy trying to make a run for it like Ponk had. This man merely looked annoyed and quite pissed off as he blew a strand of shaggy red-dyed hair out of his eyes before roughly pulling Tommy's head to the side by his chin, exposing his neck.

"Alright," the man growled, his eyes practically glowing... no, they were glowing, a much deeper and more luminous shamrock green than Ranboo's right eye, but glowing nonetheless as he brought a syringe into view. "Nighty-night, you pain in my asshole—"

Tommy screamed and bit his fingers, tasting blood.

The man shouted a long string of curses and his grip only strengthened, and Tommy's panic was seconds from hitting critical mass—

"Velvet, what in the heck are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" The man snarled, and his grip slackened. "I'm trying to tranq his ass—"

Tommy wrenched himself free, quickly sinking his teeth into the man's forearm for good measure.

The man's eyes practically bulged out of his head as he screamed, flailing his arm wildly in an attempt to dislodge Tommy (who had no intentions of letting him go, thank you). "AAAAAAAH! GET IT OFF ME GET IT THE FUCK OFF ME GODDAMN IT—"