Sweet Dreams

Chapter 2. Straight up awful.

- "huh? Where am I. Why is it so dark.." he got up but noticed that his arms were.. Sort of tied up? After a lot of tries and failing quite, miserably. Soviet finally got up trying to feel and look around in what seemed to be a pitch black room. He leaned in on the wall trying to feel as to where an exit may be but all he felt were some cold and soft-ish walls, as if he were in a..

- "Mental asylum." The lights turned on, lighting up the whole room where USSR was.

- "ACK!-" the male screeched as he squinted his eyes and after getting used to the sudden light, he saw America and Japan empire behind a window, facing him. "Oh.. Oh no no no.. NO. NO. NO!!!!" Ran as he put his head against the window. Breathing heavily against the cold glass. "You.. WHY WOULD YOU DO SUCH A THING?!"

- "Pfftt. Just look at the struggle! Oh what a show." Japan sat down on the chair while eating a sandwich "I guess he wants some? He must be starving." Before thinking Japan threw the sandwich at the glass where soviet was facing the two while bursting out laughing and wheezing.

- "Childish.. Childish of you to waste such a sandwich.. Some are starving and you decide to pull such a proud and looked upon move. Grow up." Soviet said while staring at the sandwich slowly drip down the window. "Peanut butter and jelly? Is that all the emperor has to have with him? Such a royal dinner."

- "I- U-UH. S-SHUT UP?!-" japan slowly got up as he banged the window to try and scare him away. "Say's the one who made a mass homicide inside his own house. Where people should feel safe in, you pull such a move. Shame on you.. Very VERY. Much shame on you sir. Just think about where you're at, at this. Very. Moment."

- "Tsk. Is that all the all mighty power you show? Oh if your people knew that THIS. Is your true power.. They'd start making stupid anime comics off of you!" He started laughing. "Ohh.. Funny... As if my killing is done.. If I lay my hands on BOTH. Of you.."

- "You can't." America said, herself barging into their conversation "Your future plans, dreams and your projects.. Well.. I guess it's time to say goodbye hence the fact that you'll be stuck here for quite a good while I might say.. You're not worthy of freedom at all.. Atleast when we're done experimenting with you."

Soviet started growling, showing his now sharp teeth also. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!" He screamed as he started banging his head against the glass trying to break it but to no avail. He stopped growling as well as the head banging. He felt weak and actually helpless, staring at both of them with his both blacked out eyes only a pupil following their movements. "I need to get out of this hell.." thought to himself. He started plotting certain plans to get out, until...

- "Should we take some of his blood? Maybe we can see under the microscope and detect any kind of abnormalities he has going on in his own body.."

- "Whatever you say mate. But know that I am NOT. Going in there with him. Ugh, I get he just smells awful. Get some of our team to go in they sit around and don't do nothing."

- "Japan.. We do not make fun of them, they beat their ass everyday while being next to insane people 24/7, how do you think they feel?!"

- "They don't feel as traumatized as me, that's all I gotta say! Hands down. I've got to be the most affected out of al!-" Ame stopped him from his speech as she handed Japan a 20$ bill.

- "Here. If you go in and knock him out, you'll get this as a prize~"

- " Deal." He quickly got some equipment if something actually goes wrong between himself and soviet. It was a long, shiny katana the handle having black engravings on it for gripping. He also got a gun just in case.

Getting inside the cell was no easy task even for them because of how high security it was so it would take quite a while to get in. Now, about the whole lab where they were at, as you've heard, there are a lot of people. Countless of seemingly innocent souls to the upper judges of our fates are counted as criminals. As if they were one of the most wanted criminals in the whole world. Everyone was treated equally as bad as the other, no one getting special treatment or even a bit of mercy. Every test subject, falling into either severe depression because of the condition they were faced up to everyday, or killed by them as they were deemed to be unworthy of subjecting any other test or examination. To make their job a little more fun was not only how the founders paid the workers high amounts of disgusting cash, was also trapping two of the poor souls into a room, which they called it the boxing room, was made for entertainment purposes only. Both of the test subjects were succumbed to fighting for life until one perished. From time to time they were gived weapons also.
Every room had a large window where they would watch all of them and or even degrade them. They all did what they pleased as long as they weren't doing anything harmful towards the founders. No one would ever get out of that place, even if they were promised it, they would never get the chance to touch grass or feel the gust of wind blow their clothes. The only friend they had were the workers, lunch workers and themselves everyone was driven to complete madness. No matter how far you would've ran no matter how far you would've made it in those hallways there were always people suffering. But no one had a fate worse than Soviet. He got the cell where the worst subjects get tested, which was cell number 626. Only some inmates got to go there where they watched everyone's eyes. Countless days, weeks, months and even years of testing in it till one day they were forgotten since boredom followed up with the people, the test subject then, left to rot inside.

              Would they forget about Soviet though? Would he meet the same tainted and sorrow fate?
The answer is yet to come.. This could all go wrong. No one knows if Soviet would succumb and survive the suffering and pain will have yet soon to come his way.

- "Alright. I'm going in." The button to opening the steel metal door was pressed as the doors were making squeaking and all sorts of other noises as Japan empire slowly took some deep and heavy breaths "Brace yourself." While shutting the door behind him he stood in a corner watching USSR in the other corner in the other side of the room. "Alright buddy. What's up with ya huh? Are you tired or something? Wanna get your arms and hands free from that straitjacket of yours?"

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- "This isn't funny. Say something."

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Japan started getting really pissed off with soviets attitude towards him "SPEAK UP DAMNIT!!! ARE YOU GONNA STAND THERE AND NOT SAY A WORD TOWARDS ME?!?"

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        Silence filled the whole room.

- "Pathetic little manthing. It's always you, soviets who pull such stupid moves." He approached soviet as he started opening up USSRs straitjacket forcefully grabbing while undoing it. "There. You're all done for the bloodtests."

- "Bloodtests?" Was the only word he let out before kicking Japan right into the stomach propelling him all the way as he hit the wall.

- "OWW!!! THAT FUCKING HURT!!! Looks like someone doesn't wanna cooperate." Japan then pulled out his katana from the cover that was on his waist holding it infront of Soviet. "Very well then, come at me."

- "You're really naive to think that such blade coul-" with a quick swing of it, soviet was now on the ground with a large deep wound on his neck. "AAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Shuttered the man while coughing. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!!!"

- "HAHAHAHAHA!!! Never mess with a samurai!" Japan put his katana sword with the blade down and the handle up, putting his elbow right on the handle for support while watching the other struggling and squirming like fish out of it's pond.

- "You're.. Straight up awful.. May God forgive me.." Soviet healed the wound on his neck as he slowly got up "BUT MAY I AND YOURS NOT."

While outsiders of the cell, America was just doing her usual checkup on the other inmates.. "One.. HEY. ROOM 150. KNOCK IT OFF OR YOU'RE GONNA LOOSE YOUR FOOD PRIVILEG!!-" The alarm suddenly went off indicating that there were some serious problems going on. "Japan.. JAPAN!!" Ame quickly rushed over to where soviets room was. She went towards the window and saw the scene with both of the males. Staring with shock. Soviet had Japan choking with his back towards the wall while him, holding the katana so it would've been out of his reach.

- "L-LET M-ME... G-G-GO!!!.." Japan mumbled while gasping for air

- "Your games were well played but I guess I am not the right one to play with.." He got quite angry at how japan was grabbing his own arm and hand resisting towards him, he decided to bite down on Japan's hand while also literally chomping off two fingers off as he started consuming them infront of the male. "Oh I could just eat you right no-" sort of a gunshot was heard as a tranquilizer stabbed soviet in the back. He threw Japan away as he turned around. "HEY!!!"

- "YOUR GAMES END NOW, SOVIET. I WILL SHOOT AGAIN!!" Ame was still holding the tranquilizer aiming it.

Soviet ripped it out of him. Feeling light headed and close to blacking out infront of both of them. "Oh.. this isn't over between us.. My blood swells and boils everytime I see a person. I wanna make the people fear me.. Remember my name. As I am not Soviet or any of that bullshit anymore.. But Black." Those were the last words before falling down on his knees and blacking out but he was still able to hear the noises and some unknown voices helping and aiding Japan empire with his wounds. Black was still aware of his surroundings hearing and feeling everything, feeling the pressing and force of the straitjacket, the doors of his cellar closing, feeling his face and the cold touch him until nothing.