Aftermath (𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝙴𝚍𝚍 𝚡 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚍)

Mysterious Captors

Tom opens his eyes to and empty, dimly lit room. There was no furniture, no lights, and no windows. The only thing missing from making this room to that of a dungeon was blood stained walls and flooring. But that would be too much, even for his captors. Well, one of them at least. 

Tom sits up all the way to get a better grip of his surroundings. His mouth was no longer duct taped shut, but his wrists and ankles were still tied together. Whoever had taken him definitely didn't want him to leave. Now that he was thinking about it, Tom still didn't know who had kidnapped him or why. Well, he had a pretty good idea of why, actually. But even then, he struggled to remember much of the interaction at all. He was used to forgetting things while in monster form, but he wasn't fully transformed this time. Mostly transformed, but not fully. 

Standing up, he nearly falls to his knees again. He must have been out for a while; Tom felt incredibly dehydrated and over all exhausted. He was too tired to try and transform on command at the moment, so that was out of the question. His best bet was to wait for someone to find him, or for whoever captured him to come do whatever they wanted to do with him. Then he could make his daring escape. 

Tom forms the plan in his head as he stands there leaning against the cold concrete wall of the room he was in, staring at the door out of the corner of his eye to make sure it wasn't moving or anything. After what felt like hours, Tom finally heard voices and footsteps coming his way. There were two voices, one low and gruff, the other high and nasally. Tom listens intently as they get closer. They seemed to be in an argument of some sort, but the one with the higher voice was barely able to get a word in as he was being yelled at constantly. Tom did recognize one of the voices as the one who had kidnapped him and he suddenly stood up straight, much more alert of the situation at hand.

Tom watches the door intently as they get ever closer, his anxiety growing. He seemed almost ready to burst before the door suddenly unlocked and slammed open, drenching the room in light and nearly blinding Tom. He cries out in shock, falling backwards onto the ground again. It takes him a moment to regain his sight, unable to open his eyes fully to get a good look at who just slammed the door open like a psychopath. 

"Oh goodie! He's awake!" The loud one says as he sprints over to look at Tom closer. He scooches away quickly, growling at the man hovering over him. "Hm, you said he was a monster. This is not a monster! I specifically asked for one! This is just a man with funky eyes! Hm.."

"Sir I told you, he turns into a monster, not that he's-" He gets cut off by loud hushing coming from the other. He lets out a sigh, walking over beside who Tom could only assume was his boss of some sort, given the title he was addressed as.

"What the- What the hell do you people want?? Who are you? Do you work for Tord?!" Tom sits up, backing away further down the wall from the two of them. 

"Tord? Never heard of him." The older, scruffier one says with a frown. "Nono, I am the astound scientist and evil director Christopher Bingbong! You've heard of me, I'm sure."

Tom stars up at 'Bingbong' in confusion before it finally hits him. "You?!"

"Aha! So you have heard of me!"

"Yeah, you make those stupid movies nobody watches! And you cloned me my friends-!"

Bing frowns at Tom for a moment. "They're not 'stupid' movies, they're brilliant! And they'll be even better once you play in them!"

Tom stares at Bing for a moment. "Once I what."

"Once you play in my films! See, when my assistant Larry, here, saw you turning into that monster, we knew you'd be the perfect candidate for my new movie!"