Goretober

Acid

a/n: this is just for the fun of October guys. I've decided to partake in Goretober. This whole thing's going to be a trigger warning, so reader discretion is advised

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He didn't remember where he was, how he got there, or why he could see a black bruise blossoming across the side of his face in the reflection of the shiny, clean, linoleum floor. All he remembered was how his heart felt like it was going to crack open his rib cage so it could escape, how his hands scratched at the the floor as if it was the sole thing grounding him. All he knew, in that moment, was that he was very, very scared.

His bloodshot eyes darted about, trying to pinpoint anything that could be used as a method of escape. There were no windows, only shiny floors and walls that reflected a distorted version of himself. There was a single door, but his stomach lurched at the thought of even going near it. He stayed huddled on the floor, back against the far wall, too nervous to even get up and walk around the small room.

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    At some point, Link couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and passed out, so he didn't hear the scraping against the floor of the door opening or the sloshing of a liquid as a bucket was set beside him. It wasn't until the other had put on safety goggles and pulled white gloves over his hands and arms did the blond stir.

    "Hmm, you woke up a little early, I don't have all of my supplies yet," Ghirahim whined. At the other's voice and the sight of the industrial bucket beside him, the hero jolted wide awake. "But you'll stay put as I go get the second bucket, right?"

The demon gave Link no time to answer before muttering a 'good boy,' and disappearing once more, this time not bothering to close the door. The blonde stared wistfully at what seemed to be a hallway, wishing he could run away. Why was he here? What happened?

Zelda...

Link immediately stiffened as the image of long blonde hair and a pearly white smile flashed in his mind. Was she okay? Had he kept her safe?

What happened and why was he trapped in a room with Ghirahim acting more and more like a sociopath?

    "Okay Link," Ghirahim announced as he dropped the second bucket into the room, "This might be the most important choice you make in your life." The blond looked up at him through narrowed eyes. "In one of these buckets is water, pretty harmless. But in the other, is sulfuric acid. You get to decide which one you'd like to have dumped on you."

    The first place Link's mind went was back to his Chemistry Class when he was still a student at the Academy. They had worked with sulfuric acid in a couple of their labs. One time a girl forgot to take her gloves off before removing her goggles and wiped it under her eyes by accident. She still had scars to this day. There was no way Ghirahim was serious. The acid would melt his skin off. However, as he looked up again, he could tell the demon was waiting for an answer.

    "No, you can't be serious," Link pleaded. Ghirahim tilted his head and raised a brow, causing the blond's mouth to go try. "No, I'm not going to fucking choose!"

    "And why not?" Ghirahim asked, irritation etching itself onto his features. Link gave a dry laugh.

    "You're asking me to blindly choose between my life or death! Who the fuck would answer that!" Link snarled, hands curling into fists. Ghirahim smiled, thoroughly unsettling the boy.

    "But I still don't see why you wouldn't choose," Ghirahim started to explain. His voice was calm and collected, a jarring contrast to Link's own rising hysteria. "If you let me choose, we both know how that's going to end for you." The boy didn't respond to that, instead choosing to study the floor beneath him