Kokichi Angst Oneshots

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A.U: Kokichi's father is addicted to drugs and keeps him locked up.

Kokichi shivered, trying to kept as much warmth as he could. He was locked in the basement, the cold chains binding him to the corner. The rags of clothes he wore was just a black t-shirt with many small holes and crusty with blood, and a shorts covered in dirt.

The door opened and his father walked into the room, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He walked over to Kokichi and stared at him.

Kokichi didn't say anything. He didn't dare. He could tell from his eyes that he had just shot up something. Kokichi remained still.

His father snorted and walked away. Kokichi watched until he slammed the door shut.

Kokichi sighed. He shifted and rested his head on the wall. He wanted to go to sleep. It wasn't like there was much to do when he was chained down.

The way he was chained down was interesting. The chains on his hands could be detached from the wall. The same was true for the ones on his legs. The chain that was the most important for his father was the one on Kokichi's neck. It was a little looser, so it could rotate on his neck. It was like a dog collar, with a chain that his father would use to drag to boy. His father would move the boy into a room when he beat the boy.

When Kokichi got the small amount of food and water he needed to survive, his father would lock him in a cage. This was the only time that Kokichi didn't have his hands bound.

That day, he got a glass of water, and a few pieces of bread. Because he didn't get a lot of food, Kokichi was so thin that he was only skin and bone. He was bearly 5'1" and his hair was long enough to reach his knees.

Right before Kokichi fell asleep, the door was opened with such force that it was almost ripped of it hinges. Kokichi shrunk into the corner. His father held a empty bottle of booze in his hand and a belt in the other. The smell of weed wafted into the room. The rage in his eyes caused Kokichi to trimble.

His father stumbled over and smashed the bottle into the wall. Pieces of glass fell into Kokichi's hair. His father removed the chains on his wrist from the wall. He did the same with his feet. He grabbed the chain on his neck and dragged the boy into a small room. "Let's go brat." He slurred.

Kokichi stumbled as he tried to keep up with his father fast pace. It was hard as his feet were could only move a few inches before the chains stopped him.

His father clasped the chain from his neck and feet to the wall. He then moved Kokichi's hands to his front, instead of his back.

Kokichi was confused, and that only increased when his father treaded a hock through the chains.

The confusion vanished when his father hoisted him into the air, and switched the chains on his feet to right below him. The chains tightened and Kokichi cried in pain when the chains started to pulled him in to directions.

This seemed to satisfy his father. He took the belt he set down and lashed it across his back. Tears fell down the boy's face as he did his best not to scream.

This lasted for several hours. His father used the belt, his hands and a whip on Kokichi's small body. The whip was the most painful. His father had modified it so it was covered in small spikes. Blood ran down his back and dripped onto the floor. His father didn't do this often. He didn't like to risk Kokichi getting infected.

Kokichi vision was blurry by the time his father got bored. He undid the chains and dragged Kokichi back and chained him to the corner again. He kicked his son in the stomach, and Kokichi coughed out a bit of blood. His father smiled and left his son there. In pain and half dead.