Oh, Fuzz Buckets

The other side of me

Yeah, ok, I am a terrible person for not updating for sooo looong. I'm sorrryyyyyyyyy!

Anyway, enjoy.

(Y/n)

Why does it feel like I've been locked up in here for years? Oh, right, because I don't have a window to tell me what time it is.

I was still locked up the way I was, the headache seemed never ending.

I looked at my wrist and saw the line had already reached past me elbow. If it continues and reaches my heart, I will be turned evil and come to their side.

My head was down as the door opened; blinding me with the sudden light it provided.

I knew Bellroc and Skrael we're gone so it had to be...—

Y/n:" Arthur... what can I do for you your 'majesty'?"

I say, venom dripping and lacing my voice as he enters farther in.

Arthur:" food. You must stay alive."

He points the bread to my mouth. I turn my head away from him.

Arthur:" eat. Or else, you will die."

Y/n:" what do you think I'm trying to do here?"

I ask looking at him again with knitted eyebrows in hatred.

He hums in thought, before saying.

Arthur:" you wish to kill yourself?"

Y/n:" better then being stuck here, serving you monsters."

I say with just a little sass, he narrows his eyes at me, as if asking if I was telling the truth.

Before scoffing and throwing the food in front of me.

Arthur:" if you will not eat, at least drink."

He pours me a dirty mug and stops it in front of my lips.

I sigh.

Before taking big gulps of water.

He seemed satisfied by that...

Before I spit all the water over his face.

I smirk as it dribbles down his wet armor.

He throws the mug away and uses his sword, which he points at my neck.

Arthur:" careful, girl. Just because I can't kill you doesn't mean I can't roughen you up."

I look at him challenging.

Y/n:" do your worst."

He looks at me unsure.

Before putting his sword back in his sheath, and punching me. Hard.

Next thing I know, I pass out.

. . .

Darkness...

An image played in my head, as I drifted further into it.