DRAWING BLOOD ~ miniforce fanfic

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A/N: HI CHAT IM SO SORRY FOR LEAVIN YALL HANGING 😭 have this bullshit and maybe ill rewrite the others???  anyways heres ur food fuckers!!!!!

Summary:

What are they planning to do with him?

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[VOLT]

pascal had crossed the fucking line.

He's not gonna lie, they have tried killing him before but..

oh this.

this was the fucking worst.

in his animal form, he dropped onto suzy's bed and curled up. he didn't feel like doing anything, to be honest, he almost half expected sammy to start going off about being lazy, but he didn't.

a bang rang through the small room, volt rolled around in the bed, sitting up with eyes on the verge of releasing a river of tears. It was suzy, she was scowling, "I've called you for food like four times, why are we not coming to eat?" she scolded,

volt growled under his breath, cursing, but replied anyways, after all, getting scolded by suzy would make his mood even worse, as if it didnt already feel the bottom of the barrel.

actually, he didn't know if it can get worse.

"c'mon, suzy, atleast knock, and I'm not hungry."

"what's up with you? Fine, then. Don't come complaining when you're starving."

She began to close the door, but paused, and turned back to him.

"By the way, where's Sammy?"

[sammy]

Everything hurts.

the cold floor felt awful against his feathers, and he felt like he'd just been fighting the goddamn fridge. it didn't help that he felt like shit and the cuffs on him were so incredibly tight it was practically preening his wings for him.

Pascal tauntingly tapped against the bars of the cell they were holding him in. if sammy had any energy he would've gotten right up in that bastard's face and punched him right back into the original mechamon's dead fucking eye, but the chains wouldn't let up.

"So, tell me, sammy, is that cell comfortable?" he taunted, the twin toads behind him snickering. He didn't usually fall for such childish provocation, as Volt called it, but this was practically the most spite-inducing thing he'd heard so far. "Don't worry, you'll be let out of here... soon." His voice was tainted with mischief and something else, something that he couldn't quite put his feathers on.

"Well, here, here, then," he flipped his spear from its position pointed towards the floor, tapping the other end on the cold metal. "Sweet dreams, if you fall asleep." 

and with that, the fucker of all time smugly whirled around, leaving him to rot in this cell.

well, bitch, what could he do now?

-

Fuck, what were these chains made out of?

he threw himself against the wall again, the chains clattering and clinking. He could see practically a dozen of his feathers laid on the floor, and his shoulder was raw, bleeding,

it would've been easy if they hadn't taken his force gem. he could really use his ranger form right now.

he sighed, leaning back against the wall. he'd just have to wait, wait it out.

they'll find him soon, they always will.

they always will.