Disney's goal of conquering Earth is finally complete, and their first action of production is Twisted Tales.
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Happy Endings doesn't exist in their mindset anymore, only the rule of Survival of the Fittest. However, humans lost those instincts, lon...
Silence threatened to pull him into it's dark abyss. The only thing keeping him sane was the steady thump of his head smacking against the wall of his isolated room as he came up with different survival tactics of every story he could think of getting.
The bed squeaked beneath him as he shifted, sat up straighter, and pressed his back against the wall. The cold surface seeped into his skin and a chill ran down his spine, goosebumps rising on his skin.
If his father could see him, he would've scolded how idiotic he looked, always one to keep up appearances.
Yoongi glanced up at the surveillance camera in the top right corner of his room, next to the bolted metal door. The lense expanded, zooming in on his face.
He didn't smile for the camera.
He wouldn't be surprised if his father was on the other side of it, could already see the disapproving scowl on his ashen face. Deep Set, frown lines at the corner of his lips, brows narrowed and lips pursed, ready for the lecture of proper manners, even when no one else was in the room.
Manners were the last thing on Yoongi's mind, especially when in just a few short hours, he was about to be sent out into a battle field, and wouldn't know if he would come back.
You will come back, thanks to the training I gave you.
Yoongi could hear the pride in his father's voice. He sounded so confident in Yoongi's ability to win, and so easily too.
Yoongi had half a mind to lose on purpose, despite knowing he would die. Maybe then, his father would jump off of his high horse and stop thinking about victory, and maybe more about his family.
He scoffed, glanced away from the camera and instead, picked at a loose thread on his bed sheet. His father never cared about anything but the system. He had his chance to prove he wasn't a mindless robot that Disney created, when his sister entered.
The back of his eyes stung and he blinked back the tears, pushed away the memories that wanted to resurface and reap havoc over his mind. He'll be damned if he showed any type of weakness, before and during the game.
He couldn't give the sadistic bastards that satisfaction. They thrived on the misery they cause. He ripped out the piece of string from his sheet and tossed it to the floor, watched as it fluttered down. He didn't think it was possible to be jealous of a fabric, but now, as he watched it glide in its freedom, he couldn't want more than to switch places with it. It didn't have the pressure of survival on their shoulders.
He thought of his mother's heart warming smile, and then his father's cold eyes. Wondered how a sweet person like her, could fall in love with someone like him. They were complete opposites, and if it weren't for the amount of affection they showed one another, he would have thought it was an arranged marriage.
He was always obsessed with being the best. Was it because he wanted Yoongi to be prepared for when their punishment came, or because he just loved the attention?
Yoongi couldn't tell.
That was it though, his father was a part of the system. He agreed with it, and Yoongi couldn't figure out what was so fucked up in his head to want this. He couldn't remember how many times he asked.
What was so important about Survival of the Fittest? They weren't animals. The didn't live in the wild.
It's a basic necessity, and one day, we'll need it.
Yoongi scoffed. It's been fifty years, when will that day come?
His father always told him that for years the Earth has been mistreated, especially for all that she gave, and one day, she would reap havoc over them as punishment.
Yoongi didn't see him the same after. A new light of absolute nonsense radiated from him.
Don't disappoint me.
That was the last thing he was told before he was knocked out. He didn't know why he expected anything more.
When he woke up, he couldn't remember how he got into the room. It was a procedure they did with all the contestants.
He thought it was stupid. Why would it matter if they did remember? It wasn't like they could escape, and even if they wanted to, the casualties at fault kept them from doing it.
Bored and agitated, Yoongi stood up with the intention of doing push ups to ease his bothered mind, but the moment his bare feet touched the floor, gas filtered into the room.
He weazed, clenched his eyes shut as the room started to spin. He leaned against the wall, tried to cough through the fog. He didn't realize he was on the floor, head ringing as everything steered out of focus.
The last thing he saw before everything went dark was a heavy set figure with a gas mask.
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