Cigarette Daydreams [Stolitz]✔️

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When Blitzø woke up, he was laying on a damp, hard surface. His head was pounding, and it felt like his eyes were glued shut. His whole body felt numb, except for a strange dull, throbbing pain in his neck. He slowly started getting feeling back in his body, which meant the drugs must be wearing off. When he finally peeled his eyes open, he was welcomed by the sight of a cement ceiling with one of those long, hanging ceiling lights. He sat up, doing a full check for any injuries. Once he was clear, he stood and looked around. He was in a small cell with a tile floor, a bunk bed and a metal toilet. The bed was old and rusty, and the sheets had quite a few worrying stains. As far as he could see, he was alone in the cell. He pressed his face against the bars and looked out. Across from him, a hellhound was walking in endless circles in his cell, and another one that looked very similar to him was sitting in the corner rocking back and forth and mumbling to himself. Almost all the cells he could see were occupied by two or more hellhounds and demons, but no one answered when he called out.

The door at the end of the hall opened, and two humans walked down, stopping at a few cells and chatting, before shaking their heads and moving on. One was a short man with blonde hair and a lab coat, and the other was a tall woman with graying brown hair and a turtle-neck. The people finally came into earshot.

"Do you have anything small and easy to manage? It's for my kids," the woman asked.

"Of course, we just got this one yesterday. Been sedated a while, but I think he's awake. Didn't get much information on 'em, just that the last place had no room for the poor thing," they stood in front of Blitzø's cell, and he froze in fear.

"Isn't he just a sweet thing?" She reached her hand through the bars and tried to pet him, and Blitzø snapped at her, sinking his teeth into her hand until he tasted blood. She screamed, pulling her hand away and starting to cry. Blitzø growled and backed into the corner. He curled into a ball on the corner and pulled his knees to his chest, hyperventilating. The humans had moved on, and he was left to cry silently.

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16 days passed. Blitzø knew this because he'd been marking the days on the wall. A few people had tried to buy him, but he was getting good at scaring them off. He was laying in the top bunk, staring at the wall, when his cell door opened, and a demon was pushed inside.

"Meet your roommate, Spike," the guard chuckled, shutting the door. Spike. That's what they called him around here, because he was too scared to speak up. Usually, we wouldn't hesitate to give them all a smartass word or two, but they all carried tasers and guns, and he was smarter than he was stubborn. Sometimes.

"Spike, huh?" the demon stood and brushed dirt off their pants. They were about half a foot shorter than Blitzø, with white ram horns, and their curly brown hair was in a messy bun. They were mostly red, with a white star on their forehead. They were wearing a black Verosika Mayday t-shirt with holes in it and short ripped jean shorts, and they had bracelets all up their arms.

"Actually, it's ... yeah, Spike," he sat up, furrowing his brow. He decided not sharing his name was a better idea.

"And you are?" he asked, hanging his legs off the edge of the bed and swinging them around.

"Puffzie," they answered, climbing up to the top bunk with him. Blitzø scooched over, and they sat and swung their legs together. He cocked his head in confusion as he studied them.

"Your horns are white. I've never seen that before," he observed.

"I painted them myself. I'm non-binary, and I hated that everyone always assumed my gender because of them," they explained.