It's Something Called Obedience! ||

Chapter No.5: I'll Kiss Your Grave

She swings her needle into the air, swiftly rushing them on the metal tray next to her. I do wish I could say something, anything, but it's probably for the best that my mouth is forced shut not like it's surprising it is anyway. "Tion! You forgot about your meeting with the investigators! Hopefully you have your choice ready." Book-Let rushes down here, clearly annoyed with the new problem at hand. "Oh that, just grab Shine, I'll doll him up in Room Red D2." Looks like Tion has more than one victim in this building. "If you say so, she's on the rather bland side, hopefully they'll take it." A metal door slams shut, several tools shuffle back onto Tion's metal sheet. "I'd love to make you abstract but it seems we have to finish up later." Wind brushes against my face as the 'artist' leaves the room.

Pain finally closes in on me, I grit my teeth, most of my wounds circle around my chest, free top surgery? My breathing starts to lose control, it appears to me that it is time for a nap, since I cannot currently die. "Hey! Hey! Tion put me on prisoner patrol! Which she hasn't done in awhile. So don't make it postponed again, okay? Oh right, silly me! Prisoners can't talk!" An overly childish demonic manages to find their way here. "You're lucky I convinced Tion to let you join me on guard duty, especially after your last stunt." This second bitch reeks of downtain gang activity, probably was a flex of theirs while alive.

I'm just glad I wasn't given one way too many head wounds, this rope would be a lot more annoying wet. Hands trace my face, going to scalp and untie a huge mess of knots. "Nice to meet you Inklyn, my name is Paper, me and Plot are here as your caretakers while you are captive here, weird, I'm aware." My eyes finally open, it appears that Plot is a short kid with black hair that is highlighted with different rainbow streaks and bold, dark green eyes. Paper is tall, baby blue hair curls around their face and they hold pale, silver eyes. My hair draped over my shoulders, parts drenched in blood, others completely filled with loose knots. It was definitely in the way while I was getting stabbed by injectors. Tion must've been in a rush to get the job done, like when you start a new chapter in a book, just to only end up with 5 minutes to read.

Paper walked over to a vanity-like station and grabbed some hairdressing tools, along with a few specialized medical kits. "Paper! What shows do we have the option to watch? Also, do you need me to grab new clothes for Mx. Bringe?" Plot skipped around, looking like they were playing hopscotch without the ivory, chock outlining. Paper slapped their head, they both were probably trained to make hostages feel fully safe, makes me wonder how they both got hired in the first place. "Yes, but grab a simple, standard uniform for the class 1F prisoners, and the show's for today is, Angel's Friends, Brave Little Toaster, and Rattatouting" Plot instantly sprang up and walked over to the several racks of clothing, bed sheets, and pillow cases. Some bags hung up there, others sat on the floor like a weight.

Plot headed straight to the 3rd row on their right, clearly this was by now, a routine that Paper and them had gotten used to. By the time Plot had grabbed the uniform, Paper had already gotten me set up with the metal tray that clings itself to my left side. She grabbed a wet spray, completely dampening my hair with the heavy mist it contains. He grabs a long, black comb and starts cleaning through my knots. The comb climbs up my hair slowly, it hurts a bit but the adrenaline from my other injuries stops most of it.
Afterwards, Paper grabs a wide hairbrush and pulls it through my hair gently. They then take the comb once more for another gentle brush, taking a hair dryer and heating my scalp. He grabs my chair and takes it to a washing tub, soaking my hair and head with water and shampoo. The shampoo smells of lavender and vanilla, bubbling up at each little touch to my navy blue hair. "Let me lead you to the bath, I find bathing with conditioner instead of doing both shampoo and conditioner in the bath more effective. I'll help you wash properly though, I can tell that you haven't had a wash your entire time down here yet." Paper is correct, I haven't bathed, which is absolutely revolting because I died a month ago. He helps me up, wrapping a towel around my drenched hair.