SHREDDED LEASH

CHAPTER TWELVE:

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE, BULLYING, TORTURE, KIDNAPPING, DISMEMBERING, HUMAN FECES MENTIONED(not a scatt kink, I SWEAR.) MAJJJOOORR DADDY ISSUES(y'all are NOT gonna be good with this one...), THIS CONTENT MAY BE DISTURBING FOR VIEWERS SO PLEASE CLICK OFF IF SQUEAMISH

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"...Y/n?"

"Shhh! You're supposed to call me by my number when we're out of our room!"

"You mean our cell."

"Well, you ain't gotta' be an all gloomy 'bout it..."

"...Never the matter, I wanted to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Why is it that I'm the only one you talk to?"

"I'm the only you talk to as well."

"Yes, but that's of my own choice. Some of the other children come up to me and try talk to me but I don't..."

"...Maybe 'cause they're scared of me."

"Not with those bruises you're always covered in."

Y/n stayed silent, mouth agape at the low blow. He quickly picked his jaw back up. The (e/c) eyed boy kept his head down, poking at the dry vegetables on his plate with a plastic spork. Alphonse waited patiently for an answer, even though he knew he wouldn't receive one, unless he pushed for it.

"Y/n—"—"I don't know.", Alphonse flinched at his call being cut off, left eye twitching when he heard a slight crack in Y/n's voice. "I don't know why they hate me so much, I haven't done anything...", the boy put his utensil down, pushing the plate away from himself,  not bothering to even try to make eye contact.

'Maybe I hit a sore spot...', the ravenet thought to himself, taking small glances at the abandoned plate and his friend.

"..."

No other words were said.

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"—are you awake?", Y/n's spoke softly as the door creaked open. A small, pathetic wheeze escaped the room, a sudden stentch coming out along with it. "Urgh—!", the blonde woman verbally gagged, covering her lower face with her upper arm. She quickly silenced herself, self-consciously glancing at the man beside her.

She removed her arm from her face, putting it down at her side stiffly. Y/n opened the door wider, only making the woman squint her eyes and contort her lips in a very displeased frown. "Come inside with me, Otsana.", he offered his hand out to her, she promptly took it.

He lead her inside, closing the door behind them. He let go of Otsana's hand as she looked around the room subtly, taking in the clean walls. Y/n trudged over to a hunched up figure covered by a blanket, the blonde could tell that's where the rancid smell came from.

"Ah—I thought I already potty trained you?", The (e/c) eyed male took off the blanket, pushing it off to the side. A shivering man was under it, his right arm and both of his legs...missing. Only disturbing stumps took their place. His left leg was bloody and bandaged, unlike the others that were clean, and scarred.

Otsana couldn't help but cringe at the sight, the old man had a grown out beard and hair that was down to his upper back. "What the...", she whispered to herself, sighing as she no longer had any proper words. She decided it'd be best to stay quiet and just observe for now, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot.

"I don't understand why you tried to run away again.", Y/n made a small 'hup' sound as he lifted the other. "I thought you learned your lesson after the first two...", the old man only trembled more violently as Y/n came carried him further.

"Why'd you have to try and leave off of a limb? Mm...heh...", Y/n chuckled, his shoulders puffing up and down faintly. "Get it? 'Off of a limb?", he expressed. "Cause you only have two? Well—one, now.", he laughed even louder at the already-obvious information.

"Sir, didn't we already speak about the 'over-explaining' your jokes?", the woman huffed, annoyed as she rubbed her fingers on her nose bridge. Y/n pouted, "It wasn't a joke, it was a pun!", he whined, placing the man in his hands over a table, a pack of diapers next to it.

"...Who is that, anyway?"

"My father."

"...Hah—hah! Very—very funny Sir!"

"..."

"..."

"Why did I even ask, you psycho bitch..."

"Oh relax, you're acting as if you're any better!"

"I am—!"

"Are you, Aka?"

"...Nevermind, just hurry and err...change him so we can get out of here."

"Gosh, I can't say a simple hello to my dad?"

"Not while I'm around, no."

"Pssshh...big baby..."

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'This feels weird...I feel like a creep.', he held his breath at the thought, his body going stiff, refusing to make another movement. "You're still mad about that?", a voice sounded from inside the hallway, only heard by the ears of the man holding his back to the wall.

'Should I just go? No, it'll look bad if I go now...is it too late? Will he think I'm eavesdropping on him?', Alphonse started tapping his fingers on the inside of his palm. "Am I eavesdropping on him...?", he mumbled gently.

"Yes, you are.", The dark haired male yelped and practically jumped out of his own skin at the whisper in his ear. Y/n's head was peaking over the corner right beside Alphonse.

"Uh—erm, I didn't mean too.", he waved his hands over his chest, attempting to defend himself. "I promise I don't even know what you were talking about over the phone!", 'I promise I'm not a creep!', he thought. 'Well—I am but like—not in that way...', Alphonse felt his brain frying, his remaining brain cells seemingly to be taking a vacation at the moment.

"...Wanna come in for a bit?"

"Wha—? Erm, what?"

"Yes or no?"

"Umm..."