Then All Hell Broke Lose. (A generation loss fanfic)

Back from the dead. (1)

Song of the chapter = First Je te laisserai des mots by Patrick Watson then Mad hatter by Melanie Martinez🫀
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Ranboo felt the box clamp over their head, felt the spikes dig into their skin, felt the stickiness of their own blood dripping down their head along with a searing pain.
Finally, it was all over.
But they were still awake. Still thinking. Still hurting.
They tried to move, but their body was numb and mostly unresponsive, just barely twitching. Ranboo felt the blood on their skin, the cold metal of the spikes pushed into their skin. They hear shuffling, then laughing in front of them before a voice broke the silence. "The heroes are always selfless. Stupid." Hetch muttered to himself, a smile Ranboo couldn't see spreading across his face. Ranboo heard the snapping of fingers. "Drones! Clean this mess up, and put the hero in his room for resetting." Ranboo heard people entering the room, water sloshing around in what was probably a bucket.
After a minute of silence, the box around their head opened, and they fell forward, the wire around their wrists snapping almost immediately.

Ranboo landed on the floor with a thud, a fresh wave of pain surging through their body. He was about to get up when they felt a pair of hands hauling him up. Their body stayed limp, not knowing what else to do as they were dragged out of a room.

What the fuck was going on?

Ranboo awoke in a room that stenched of antiseptic, their body placed down on bed that looked like it was straight out of a hospital. They could barely see, with bandages wrapped all around their head. After a bit of contemplating, they stood from the bed, a wave of nausea rolling over them as they did so.

They stumbled forward, cursing softly under their breath. They took a second to survey the room. There was a mirror, a sink, a table, a door and they bed they woke up in.
The walls were bare, cracking, and dirty. There were no windows, nothing for the hopeing of escaping, except the door in the corner,  but it had boards bolted across it.
They managed to walk over to the mirror and flinched at their reflection.
They had bandage wrapped all along their head, along with brusies on their body.

At the sight of their face, Ranboo remembered.

They remembered what had happened before... this.

They remembered Charlie.

Holy shit.