A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Ghoul Grumps: Play Date

Synopsis: Our favorite little sadist turns into a terrifying torturer as part of my little October fic collection ^.^ Happy Grumpoween, lovelies! Trigger warning: mutilation, blood, torture

"-An? Dan? Wake up," a sweet, sickening voice murmured. "Come on now, wake up!"

Dan's eyes fluttered open as he came to. His head reeled a bit as he finally opened his eyes and tried to make sense of where he was. He moved to stretch his arms only to find them bound behind the chair he was in. The rope dug into his skin, leaving dark red marks. He shuddered, a cold sweat sending chills down his spine.

"There he is," Ross chuckled, pinching Dan's cheek. "I don't want you to miss a second of this. You were out a long fuckin' time, so we had to wait and wasted time. It was actually really fucking rude of you to pass out on me like that."

A stinging sensation surrounded by numbness forced Dan's eyes to wander to his wrists, which were bleeding. Most of the blood was dry, but some still seemed fresh. He looked up in horror, his disbelief giving way to absolute disgust. He wanted to say something, but something was crammed into his mouth. He rarely broke a sweat, but this was one of the few occasions where he did.

"I bet you're wondering what's going on," Ross went on, chuckling.

"Mmmf! Mmhm!!"

"Chill the fuck out, alright? I'll explain everything. You'll have to be quiet, though," He went on cheerfully, brandishing a butcher knife. "Holly will be home soon and we wouldn't want you making so much noise. Now, I'm gonna take the gag out of your mouth and you're gonna stay quiet, alright?"

Dan nodded slowly, refusing to look Ross in the eye. He winced, his entire body aching and numb all at the same time. One eye was almost swollen shut due to a beating, lip bleeding, body trembling. Ross removed the gag and grinned, pulling up a desk chair and leaning back in it.

"What the fuck is going on," Dan demanded.

"Everyone seemed so busy," Ross replied, his voice distant and blank. "I just wanted us to hang out together."

"Then why the fuck am I tied up? Where am I? Where's Arin? Is...is he alright?"

"He was being so fucking loud! I had to put him in the other room. Don't worry; I'll bring him back soon. I want us to hang out together."

"This is just a bad dream," Dan murmured to himself. "This isn't happening."

"Would you relax? You'll be fine as long as you do what I say. I just want to spend some fucking time with you."

"Then why am I tied up?"

"Because you won't try to run away," he added with a chuckle, which again sent chills down Dan's spine. "Suzy tried to run and it hurt my feelings a little bit."

"W-what did you do to her?"

"She's fine if that's what you're worried about-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER!?"

Ross rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching leisurely. He walked to what seemed to be a closet and unlocked the door with an old-looking skeleton key.

"Come on, Suze," he coaxed, his voice sickeningly sweet and calm.

There was a low groaning of pain followed by the sounds of clumsy footsteps. Suzy stood in front of Dan, her mascara running down her cheeks and lips painted bright pink. She wore a pink lolita dress and purple stockings that were so uncharacteristic for her to wear. Her hair was yanked into painfully tight pigtails. She looked as if she could barely stand on her own, her knees knocking together and her feet pressed into tight mary-jane heels. Her eyes were dead and blank, hardly able to show one emotion or another.