𝔽𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕨 | 𝕄𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕓𝕠𝕠 𝔸𝕌

𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖

TW// forcing someone to puke, puking, crying, being chained up

Ranboo's POV

I opened my eyes and I was back in my cell, more cuffs on my hands. I started it panic, breathing heavily.

"General Dream isn't here to save you now, is he? He's with the humans." My father said. "No, no, no, no, no! I- I can't be here. I can't! I just got out!" I cried loudly. "Aw, that's too bad."

It was silent for a moment, all you could hear was my quiet sobs.

The cell door opened and my father stepped in. I scooted away from him in fear.

"They fed you, didn't they?" He asked. I was hesitant, but nodded. "Thought so."

He tossed a blue bag to me. A puke bag? Looked like it had already been used. Like someone had gotten seasick on a boat, threw up in it, and tossed it into the water.

"Ew." I whispered, holding it away from myself with the very tips of my fingers.

I looked up, seeing my father just staring at me.

"What?" I asked. He crossed his arms. I paused. "You don't want me to..." I tried off. "Oh, no, I do. They fed you. Puke it up." He said.

I blinked a few times. How do I make myself puke? And plus, that's disgusting! This bag has already had someone's puke in it!

"I-I don't know how to make myself throw up! Can- Can people just throw up on command?" I asked. "Oh you don't know how?" My father cooed. "I'll help you with that."

He grabbed my head and stuck his fingers down my throat. I gagged a few times before he shoved the bag in my face. I threw up almost instantly, tears pricking at my eyes.

"There, all better, now." He smiled, taking the bag from me, and leaving.

I sat there with my throat burning for a minute as I cried before I felt someone shaking me. I looked up, seeing that I wasn't in a cell. I was in my bedroom in Tommy's house.

I looked and saw Tommy shaking me, and I started to cry more, hugging him. It was just us in the room.

"I-I thought I was b-ack..." I cried. He patted my back in a very comforting way. "M-My father was there. He- He forced me to puke up what you guys fed me. I- I..." I didn't know what to say.

"I could tell you were about to puke so I grabbed your small bin and you puked in that." Tommy said. "I-I did? I'm s-sorry." I bit my lip. "Don't be, it's alright."

"Is- Is it just us?" I asked. Tommy nodded. "I was walking by your room to get a drink and I heard you crying and talking to yourself." He said. "What was I saying?" I asked. "You said stuff like 'I just got out' and 'I don't know how to make myself throw up.' Stuff like that." He said. "Yeah, that'd be it." I huffed.

"Hey, you're ok now. You don't have to worry about your father or anything like that anymore. You're safe now." Tommy said.

Tears ran down my face. I guess tears don't really count as me getting wet. Maybe I just have to touch salt water to turn.

"Let's not talk about this tomorrow, please. Or ever, actually. I'll clean my bin and nobody will know anything happened." I said. "Oh, yeah, of course! I won't tell anyone!" Tommy replied.

I hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Tommy."

"No problem, big man."

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