Blood and Bones (OsteoTale Book 2)

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(Y/N)- Your name

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"Follow me, C01. Today is the day we get your information!

(Rainbow) -You -Creativity

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     Daniel drags you roughly to the car, throwing you in the trunk. You squeal, whincing when your bruises hit the hard floor.

Time to await your torture!

You stare into the covered windows, fully aware that you won't be able to see anything.

The car ride really isn't that long, maybe about 15 minutes. You tried to keep track of the turns. After the fourth time you were thrown into a wall, you gave up. Everywhere hurt, especially your previously broken ribs. Do you really have to say it again? You will anyways.

This is hell.

The trunk finally opens, revealing the boss man and Daniel. Daniel yanks you out, settling you on your unsteady feet. One slap to the face, and you are through the doors of the lab.

What would Sans think about this?

What is he doimg right now?

Is he ok?

You try to register the turns you are taking, but you just aren't up to it. A few lefts, a few rights, and some straights. After that you lost count.

The two men lead you into a room, and onto a metal table. Various machines are scattered throughout, most of them sharp and nerve-wrecking.

You gulp, and back up a few steps.

This only grants you a shock from your collar.

You grunt in pain, but refuse to make any noise as they drag you to the table. You won't grant them the satisfaction of seeing you hurting.

The cold metal presses against your back, as the hospital gown doesn't do much. Straps encase your wrists and ankles. One strap goes across your forehead, and one goes across your stomach. Your wrists burn where your cuts are. Everything else is more of a dull ache by now.

The two leave the room, only to be replaced with masked scientists. What, do they think they need to hide? They're the government, it's not like you can get them arrested!

An intercom turns on with a crackle, and the voice of the boss echoes around the room.

"Here's how this is going to work."

The scientists pull out a canister from under the table, and set it next to your head. You here it clank, but you can't turn to see.

"C01, we have some questions for you. You will answer them, or face the consequences we have set out."

The intercom crackles, sending goosebumps rippling down your arms. The crackling settles, and the man's voice returns.

"Question number one! C01, how did you acquire your magic?"

You think. How did you get magic? You realize that you don't know, and never asked. Even if you did know, it's not like you would tell them.

"I... I d-don't know."
You finally say. The intercom crackles again, and you can almost feel the anger dripping out of it.

"W e l l t h e n..."
The scientists open the container, and one approaches you.

"W e w a r n e d y o u."

And suddenly someone places a machine on your chest. The machanism wirrs and grinds, and a bright light comes from the tip. The light seems to charge up, like a gun. You gulp, and struggle against your bindings.