Muppets Treasure Island x Reader

kidnapped

I lay in my hammock below deck, dreaming peacefully, my mouth hung slightly open. When suddenly I feel something jump on top of me. No- wait- someone jump on top of me. I quickly sit up in surprise, now fully awake. I look down to see Rizzo had jumped on me.

"What was that for?" I grumbled, shaking the cobwebs of sleep from myself.

"Ya gotta get up! They're serving oatmeal for breakfast!" Rizzo exclaims. I look around the cabin to see no one else is in their hammock. Only me, Rizzo, and Gonzo are left in the room. I groan a bit and shift so my legs hang off the hammock. Rizzo jumps off of me.

"Jim's been asking where you are all morning." Gonzo added. Rizzo nods, "yeah, it's gotten kind of annoying."

I nod my head and slip out of the hammock, my bare feet making contact with the cool wood floor. With the encouragement of Rizzo and Gonzo, I quickly get dressed and ready.

We all exit the cabin and walk up the stairs, being embraced by the early morning. The sky is still a bit pink from the sunrise. I squint my eyes from the light and bring my hand up to block it from my eyes. I sit down at the side of the deck with Gonzo and Rizzo, my eyes scanning the deck for Jim.

"Where do you think he is?" I ask, leaning my back against the side.

"Probably off with Long John. He's been with him all morning." Gonzo says, a bit of bitterness in his voice. I tilt my head a bit to the side. "Really?" I ask.

"Yeah, can you believe it?" Rizzo grumbles, very upfront with his bitterness.

I sigh and look over to see Jim and Long John running around the ship, laughing.

"Yo, Jimbo! Mornin', Long..." Both Rizzo and Gonzo say together calling out to the pair, only to be ignored.

"Good morning, Jim." I call out, this time getting somewhat of a response. Jim looks over to me with a smile. "Good morning, Y/n!" He greets before running off with Long John.

"Well, at least one of us is having a good time." Rizzo chided.

"Ah, Rizzo, it's not so bad." I shrug, resting my chin on my hand.

"Yeah, well, at least Jim acknowledged your existence." Rizzo bickered.

"Well, ya know Y/ns always been Jim's favorite." Gonzo says casually. I raise my eyebrows at this in surprise. I want to pry and ask them more of what they know, but I stay silent.

"Anyway, Angel Marie said that later on he'd throw a line out the back and let me drag along the bottom." Gonzo says happily with a small laugh.

Rizzo shakes his head. "I don't know about this crew, ya know? I feel like they're always watchin' us, just waitin' to pounce."

"Ah, that's just a figment of your imagination." Gonzo opined. Just as he finished, however, I feel a strong pair of arms grab me. We all let out a scream as we're dragged away below deck.

We are roughly taken down and tied up against a support beam. Me and Rizzo both tied to either side of the beam, while Gonzo is tied to what seems to be a torture device. I spit at our captors, they only ignore me. I lean my head back and struggle against my restraints.

"This is a figment of my imagination?" Rizzo groans.

Polly Lobster creeps over to us. "Now, tell us where the map is or we'll tear ya limb from limb!"

"Never. My friends and I will never tell." Gizmo declared.

"Hey, hey, there could be extenuatin' circumstances. I mean, you know, uh... If, uh... Maybe they'll ask real nice." Rizzo shrilled, I give him a small shove.

"And... uh... you won't kill a girl- will ya?" Rizzo pleas again. I roll my eyes. I see one of the men go over to the control device do the machine Gonzo is in. "Don't you hurt him!" I yell, struggling more against the ropes.

"In your dreams!" The men calls, receiving encouragement from the others. "Yeah, do it to me!" Gonzo piped, seeming way too excited to be stretched by this device.

They begin to crank the device, and Gonzo's limbs begins to stretch. He only lets out laughs and giggles. I stare at him with a disgusted and confused look.

"Oh, no, I can't look." Rizzo turns his head away from the scene.

"Look at this! I'm taller! This is so cool! I may even have a future with the NBA!" Gonzo laughs.

One of the men frowns at his laughter, "this won't work! He likes it! Let's torture the rat!"

Rizzo begins to beg for his life, flailing around and screaming. I bite down of my bottom lip, determined as i try to untie my restraints.

"Oh, no! Please no! I hate basketball!" Rizzo bellowed.

"I got a lovely recipe for blackened rat." One of the men says, holding up a flame poker, red from the heat. Rizzo lets out another terrible scream.

Luckily, the door to the cabin opens. Mr. Arrow walks in, I sigh in relief. The man holding the flame poker hides it in his other hand. Mr. Arrow gasps at the sight. "I say! This does not look safe!"

The man holding he flame poker begins to scream in pain, the heat burning his hand. He blows at the burn. "Oh, I... I burned my hand. Oh- kiss it!"

Polly laughs at the man, and Mr. Arrow scowls.