Dark Thorns (A Deltarune fanfic)

Shattered Mind part 4

Major TW/CW
Torture, thoughts of death, minor non-consensual drug use, threats of violence

Pink kept tapping his finger against his arm. Something wasn't right. It had been hours and no one had come down. No injections, no talking, nothing. All of it was making him uneasy. What was going on? What were they planning? Were they going to leave him alone? Just leave him alone in this god forsaken room to starve to death? Perhaps Red was talking with them. He very well might be trying to come up with a solution that will help Pink get out of there. He wondered if it would even be safe for Red to do that. What if they got mad and just killed him. Would Red's death be his fault?

There were so many questions. So many possibilities that were swarming his mind. Pink needed someone to talk to him or else he might just go insane. All this worrying was making him sick. Literally. He's been shaking so much, yet he felt so hot, he was sweating. And to top it all off, he was still in a lot of pain. Getting slammed against the wall earlier didn't help one bit. The migraines were making him wish he could chop his head off. His muscles and bones ache terribly.

I'm just so tired. Tired of all of it.

Perhaps sleeping would help? No. Trying to fall asleep was futile. It was either stay awake feeling sick or pass out due to pain. No in between.

It's not like they would let him sleep for long.

Watch. As soon as I knock out, they're gonna come in.

Pink wanted to chuckle at the thought, but his throat was dry. Hopefully the next visit would have some water. Maybe he'll get lucky and they'll give him something to eat. However, he feared with the way he's been shaking, it might come back up.

Fear.

That's all there was now.

Still, I should try to rest. It's not like I can do anything.
Why should I bother? I'll get plenty of sleep when I'm dead, right?
But I promised myself I would try to live for everyone...
But after what Red said...
I don't know how else to get out of this.
If I'm going to die, just make it quick.
I'm tired of pain.

"Tired... tired..." It seemed like he was about ready to pass out.

Finally...

With the little energy he had, Pink laid himself down so that he wouldn't accidentally fall over. Soon, he began to drift.

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"... ey..."

No reaction. He was so deep in his sleep.

"Hey. Get up now."

He stirred just a little bit, but still no response.

A loud crash was the thing that woke him. Immediately, Pink shot up. There was a loud laugh. Looking towards the door, he could see two individuals. Red and Harkin.

"I tell you, nothing gets the anger out like smashing a bottle."

"It does have a nice feeling." Red chuckled as he agreed. They both turned their heads towards Pink. "Heya, Pink. You've met my boss, right?"

"I..."

"Come on. It's barely been four days. You've forgotten my good looks already?"

Four days?

"Ah, forget it. Let's just talk."

Going around the center table, Red stood beside Pink, holding his hand out. While he was hesitant, Pink took it nonetheless. Red then motioned for him to sit down on the chair. Sitting down, Pink kept his guard up.