Something is off

Escape pt2

TW:

Same as part 1

Ranboo's POV:

As I pointed the gun at Shlatt? That's what they've been calling him. I can see that he's thinking, which is probably something I should have done before this. I have no plan, can't aim well but if I move or put the gun down I run the risk of getting someone shot.

"A brave one are you? You know what, let's make a compromise. I'll let Tom and Phil take Tubbo somewhere to get bandaged and you stay here and put the gun down" Shlatt offers. "And how can I trust you'll do that?" I question.

Shlatt whispers something to the guards who then move making a path. Phil looks at me with concern, but I just nod to let him know he can go. When I see Tommy and Tubbo leave a bit before Phil, I can tell Tubbo's drifting in and out of consciousness.

Tubbo's POV:

Once we get past the guards I can barely keep my eyes open, and my pain seems like it's getting further away. I was mostly walking by myself, per my stupid request, and so when I fall Tommy is barley able to catch me. Then I black out.

~Flashback time baby 😎~

"Where are we going?" I ask my father, desperately trying to keep up with his fast paced walking. "We're seeing some of my friends in this building, I'm going to be leaving you with them. So behave, ok?" My father request. "I will be on my best behavior!"

That was the last time I saw my father for almost 6 months. His friends weren't very nice, they poked me with needles even though I hate needles. But I didn't complain, my father taught me that I should only complain if it's serious, but he didn't tell me what serious was.

After a week of being with his friends, I got a really bad headache. It felt like my head was gonna explode, but I stayed silent. Even when I couldn't sleep because of it. But one morning it was so bad that I started crying. His friends came in and started yelling at me before pausing.

Later that day I got to talk to my dad! He said that I shouldn't be there to much longer! But that was a lie. A week later my back started hurting, but this time I was able to deal with it, until one morning it disappeared. I hadn't been allowed to look in any mirrors, but one day I snuck a look and jumped back from fear.

I had little pointy things coming from my head? And my ears looked wrong. And my nose had changed. I knew I would get in trouble, but I asked one of his friends why I looked like that. He said that the medicine they were giving me was making me like a super hero.

My dad doesn't let me read comics so I didn't know what a super hero was, but it sounds cool! Even though the man said that it was a sign that I could go home soon, I was still constantly poked with needles.

One day they came in and said they needed to do an experiment? My dad does those all the time, but he nevers says why. It's a big word that my dad says I'm smart for knowing. But what they did was cut my ears to look normal and use wire to cut down the horns, that's what they called them.

It hurts really bad, my ears were bleeding and I think my head was too. But I continued to stay silent. After about two weeks my ears grew back and my horns became obvious again. And then they cut them again.

After they grew back the second time, the people wanted to see how big the horns could get. I didn't like that, it made my head really heavy. Then they cut them again, it didn't hurt as much as the first times. But this continued for months.

After awhile I started to not pay attention to them doing this. Sometimes this would happen for 30 minutes, and I wouldn't be aware of my surroundings. I started doing this when I would get scared. For four months my life felt like a dream.