sᴘɪᴅᴇʏ!//ʏ!ᴅsᴍᴘ

21. ᴀ [ɴᴀᴍᴇ] ғʀᴇᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

"[Name]. Breakfast!! I'm not letting you skip this one. You skipped lunch and dinner." Sam tskes.

"Go away." You groan. Head on your knees.

Sam unlocks the cell and walks in, locking it behind him. "I will. Once you finish your food." He places the taste(less)y slop down Infront of you.

"I don't want to." You don't even look up at him.

"I will force feed it to you. Don't make me do that [Name]." He pets your head, tilting it up. Your head feels heavy, life full to bright and too dull.

You pick up the slop and slowly start eating it.

"Good. Good child." He keeps petting you, until his timer on his phone goes off. "Ah it's shot time."

"Sam p- please. You gave me one last night-" you try to slowly move away.

"I know. Every twelve hours. I have to give you the manual ones because your to young for the air ones like typically done to adult prisoners." He pulls out the syringe. "Luckily we have no other prisoners. You're my special little prisoner." He smiles, it's twisted and dark.

The longer he waits the better you feel. The meds wearing off. Your head clears up, as well as your eyes. You notice the lack of your belongings. Sam must've taken them after you passed out.

"Shoot. It's starting. Hold still." You try to pull away but he keeps you still and sticks it in. Drugging you up. "There we go. Alllll betterrr~" he smiles.

Your eyes tear up and you shake your head. "What's wrong? did it hurt?" You shake your head, immediately feeling dizzy. "Awe. It's okay." He kisses the spot he injected at, and sticks a sponge bob bandaid on the spot. "Mwah! There! All betterrr~" He smiles as you try to wrap your head around what just happened.

"XD, wow, your so adorable when you don't know what's going on!" He boops your nose. "Your so confused! I wish I kidnapped and drugged you ages ago!" He giggles and grabs the spoon you had for eating and scoops up slop. "Open wide!~"

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Tommy paces his room, most of his posters have been ripped, his belongings thrown around his room. He bit his nails nervously, the blue of his braces making him look even younger than the age of 16 he was.

He clutches the few pictures of [Name] he had in his hands. The loud booming voices of Wilbur and philza arguing echoed throughout thr mansion. Tommy couldn't stand his life without [Name] in it.

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"I miss [name] :((" slimecicle whined. Leaning on quackitys desk.

Q grits his teeth,"yeah me too."

"When are they coming back?" He frowns, absorbing a picture of [Name].

"I. Don't. Know." Q pulls his hair. "Slime look I'm busy, okay? I've got the dumb eggpire shit going on. With... Techno. Then we'll get [name] back."

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"XD, this sucks." Purpled puffed, watching the casino regulars bet away their life savings.

"I miss them." Fundy hugged himself.

Foolish sighed sadly, "I don't know what to do without them.. they were going to go to the banquet with me."

"Get over it you big babies." Purpled side eyes them.

"Oh like you did?" Fundy snaps.

"Yeah. You freaks are obsessed with them." Purpled huffs.

"And you aren't?" Fundy says, snapping again.

"They're my best friend. They're mine." Purpled glares, "you are a bunch of adult men who care about them, why?"

"Please purpled. Most people in the fucking 100 mile radius of them, love [Name], even farther if you're talking about SpiderKid." Foolish shuts him up.

Purpled grits his teeth.

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"I can't- i can't do this!" Tubbo paces his room.

"I understand but-" ranboo stutters, "tubs calm down-"

"I was just trying to protect them! Don't they understand that? I was- I was doing what was best!" Tubbo lashes out.

"I know. I know." Ranboo stand up from tubbos bed, "XD, I know. I feel terrible. I mean- we- we cared, about them. More then their rotten parents, and even more their aunt. It's not selfish to care, is it?"

"No. Infact their being selfish!" Tubbo huffs.

"KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!!" Schlatt yells, creaking the door open.

".." "yes sir!" Ranboo mutters.

"Good." He slurs. "Ey, where's that- that kid- y-you had here?"

"Gone." Tubbo grits his teeth.

"Gone?" Schlatt raises an eyebrow.

"Gone." Ranboo confirms.

"Hm." Schlatt leaves the door open.

Schlatt goes to his room and pulls up the computer software that gives him access to the security cams over the city. He sees the prison cams and watches [Name] in the cage, the cell.

"There you are, kid..." He mumbles.

"Dad- what the fuck are you doing?" Dream walks in.

"Eh? It's nothin' clay. Go back to whatever your doing. Drugs? More crimes?"

"What- no- i- Shut up old man!" Jschlatt looks up at dream.

"I would be quiet, son. Sam only arrested you on a few charges, if he found out you murdered that woman, it'd just add to your list. Especially if that super hero you are obsessed with found out it was-"

"No! Sorry." He leaves.

"Now back to you, [name]... Why are you in jail..?" Schlatt mutters.

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"Oh I'm sorry? Was it my fault they got away, Wilbur???" Philza shouts.

Wilbur scoffs, "and it's my fault? I told you quackity wouldn't let us just, keep them!"

"And how was i supposed to know that?? They're ours, I didn't know some low life casino runner was obsessed as well?" Phil glares.

"Shut up! Please." Techno groans, clutching his head.

"What? Your 'headache' hurting?" Wilbur smirks.

"Yes. Wilbur. Of course it is." Techno stares.

"Riiightttt. Sure it is." Wilbur rolls his eyes.

"You know what?" He stands up, his broad shoulders showing some aggression, "I'm going on a walk."

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Techno walks around the city, book in hand. His nerdy aesthetic covering up his usual royalty style. He walked past several houses and even more buildings and stores. Passing by [Name]'s old apartment, the one where aunt may lives. He keeps going, even passing by the prison.

His headache clears.

The voices are silent.