Cubic's Slaughterhouse (A Pink Corruption Horror Fanfiction) BOOK 1

CHAPTER 5: An̶ ̶e̶y̶e̶ Frontal Lobe for an eye.

Gold is soaring over Paradise like a hawk. He sees Cubic from above, heading to the tower.
"He's heading to Dub's tower!" He shouted to the caretakers and other heroes.

They all try to keep up with him as he eventually entered the tower. Cubic would turn every corner to try to lose them. But they stayed on his tail, progressively getting closer. Unfortunately, Cubic makes it to Dub's throne, and the big titanium alloy door is shut, and locked airtight.

"Dammit..! We're locked out!" Iris yelled.
"Cyanide..!" Cyan cried,  banging his tiny hands on the metal door.

"Everyone, stand back." Pyrare said, as they back away from the door. Pyrare charged at the door, trying to break it down the door with brute force, in which he fails, falling back with a loud thud.
"OOUGH!"

"Pyrare..! Are you okay?!" Gold got really concerned, flying to him.

"I'm okay..." He said. "This door is too strong for even a monster to break down.."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Cyanide wakes up, looking around confused.
"Huh..? Cyan..? Cube..? W..where are the others..?" She looked down and noticed she was strapped to an operation table. 

"Where am I..?!" Cyanide panicked.

"Don't worry.. everyone else is waiting outside for you..." Dub said.

"D-Dub..?! I meant- BOSS..?! " Cyanide began to squirm to try to get out, but to no avail. "Why am I here..?!"

"You know why you're here..." Cubic replied.

Cyanide's heart dropped as soon as she realized she was here for what she did to Cubic the night before.

"So...  I heard you've been disobeying orders continuously... and attacked your own caretaker.. Thankfully.... I know how to fix that.." Dub told her, grabbing a hammer and a chisel, and aiming it at her forehead.

"Now... stay still, this will only take a moment..." 

Cyanide, of course didn't stay still, as she knew what they were going to do to her.

"NO..! GET OFF ME..!" She shouted, moving her head around and trying to bite Dub's hand.

"Cubic, can you hold her head still?" He asked, requesting Cubic's assistance.

"Gladly." Cubic said, summoning one of his claws to hold her head in place.

"NOOO!! SOMEBODY HELP..!!" She screamed. But everyone else on the other side could only hear her scream.

Dub aligned the chisel on Cyanide's forehead, carefully aiming the hammer and cracking Cyanide's head open like an egg, and moved the chisel around on the inside, damaging her frontal lobe.

Cyanide went from screaming and kicking to.... limp.. and docile. As soon as Dub was finished preforming the lobotomy on her he stitched her head back up, and unbuckled her from the operation table.

"The operation is finished." Dub said.

"Thank you, Boss, I think this will work well." He said. "Do I owe you anything?"

"Not at all." Dub said.

The moment Cubic walked out through the door, he lost control of Cube's body, and Cube was stuck, holding an emotionless, docile, hero, in which he mourned, as if she had died, but she had suffered a fate worse than death.