Sick Bird (Completed)

Okay I like it Picasso

Crimson POV:

Waking up chained and disoriented, I found myself in what seemed like a 4x4 cell. The dirt floor was cold and gritty beneath me, contrasting sharply with the pristine white walls that enclosed the space. The dim, flickering light barely illuminated the small room, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls.

As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I realized with a sinking feeling that I was indeed trapped. The chains around my wrists and ankles clinked softly as I tried to move, but they held me firmly in place. Panic started to rise within me as memories of how I ended up here flooded back.

"That gosh darn body swapper." I mumbled as I carefully set up I was still me by the looks of it and I still had my mustache Yes I checked what had happened was confusing I followed him down an alley and was sedated before I passed out I managed to watch what looked to be multiple different types of creatures formulate into me. 

I strained against the chains, but they refused to yield. The hopelessness of the situation threatened to overwhelm me, but I knew I had to find a way out. Grian was probably terrified, and the thought of what he must be going through filled me with dread. I hoped desperately that he was safe, that somehow he knew I hadn't abandoned him.

"I'm absolutely terrified of what he thinks I'm doing to him," I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible in the confines of the cell. "I should have told him... warned him that they were after him. I should have let him know I was coming here."

My thoughts swirled with guilt and regret as I pulled my legs closer to my chest. My suit, once immaculate, was now in tatters, the remnants of a tie discarded and my necklace—Grian's gift, the key to summoning my portals—stolen. Without it, I felt utterly powerless. I had become too dependent, relying on its magic without preparing for a situation like this.

"I can't even summon them anymore without that," I muttered, frustration welling up inside me. "I forgot... I forgot what to do."

The realization hit me hard. In my rush to confront Sam, I had neglected to plan for the worst. Now, trapped and alone, I faced the consequences of my oversight. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing thoughts and focus on finding a way out of this nightmare.

"It's okay, Mumbo," I muttered to myself, my voice echoing softly in the empty cell. "You're a smart man. You can figure this out. You have to get back... back to them."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as I continued to reassure myself. "There's no way Scar would have left Grian with an imposter, right?" The thought of Grian's safety gnawed at me, but I clung to the hope that Scar, despite everything, would protect him. "He would be looked after, protected... I hope."

Desperation fueled my thoughts as I searched for any glimmer of a plan. I needed to escape, to find a way back to them and put that body swapper behind bars. The chains rattled again as I tugged against them, feeling the weight of my helplessness pressing down on me. But somewhere in the darkness of that cell, amidst the fear and uncertainty, a resolve began to form. I couldn't give up. I had to find a way to break free and set things right.

"I never knew what a shapeshifter was, but that's definitely what they were," I muttered to myself, recalling the surreal moment when Sam stole my image right before my eyes. "It looked like one of those clones of a kid with blue and red headphones." The memory sent a shiver down my spine as I remembered the unsettling sight of multiple unstable versions of myself wandering around, each called "Taurtis" followed by a number.

Sam had wielded that power with chilling ease, and now I was paying the price for underestimating him. But I couldn't afford to dwell on my mistakes. I needed a way out, a strategy to break free from this prison and confront Sam before he could cause any more chaos.