Requested by: twdmockingjayglader
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I'm so scared, I can't breathe.
The cage I'm in has finally stopped rattling as if it's going to fall to pieces around me, but the silence is almost worse that the upward momentum. It's so dark that I can't see anything but the faintest outlines of angular shapes that surround me, the sharp scent of metal tainting the air.
Fragments of thoughts whip about in my head like debris in a tornado.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
What's happening?
A blinding beam of light cracks the blackness above me. I jerk backwards, frantically whipping my head around for any form of refuge before wedging myself between a couple of the tarp-covered objects and the back of the cage, hardly registering the pain of skinning my shoulder in the attempt, as white light floods into the space, blinding me.
My eyes squeezed tightly shut against the blaze, I grip the wall of the cage, clinging to it like a lifeline until the light abates enough so that I'm able to blink things back into a hazy focus. Muffled sounds floating down from above startle me, and I shifted as far back into my impossibly-tight corner as I physically can. Dark, blurry objects move above in my line of sight, slowly sharpening into silhouettes against the white backdrop, and I begin to realize that the indistinct sounds were the murmur of voices. Willing myself invisible, I strained to make them out over the slamming thuds of my heart.
"Help me with this," one of the figures said. "These supplies ain't gonna unload themselves."
"You wish," another responded.
I thought I caught the short sound of a laugh in response, but I was too intent on whatever would come next to be sure.
Who were these people?
What would they do if they discovered me?
Where even was I?
I tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. I blinked, the realization of that unsettling phenomenon briefly yanking my attention from the commotion above me. I tried to recall the last thing I could remember, to conjure up a memory of where I had been before this. Blank. Heart racing, I searched my thoughts for a memory, any memory, but there was nothing! Like gazing up into that white light, there were no distinguishing features, no hint of an image. Panic surged, threatening to overtake me, I began to feel light headed. Why couldn't I remember--
A loud slam reverberated through the bars and into my bones as the cage jerked about wildly.
"Hey, where's the new Greenie?" came a voice almost directly above my head. I dropped my neck, hitting my chin on my knee, resulting in a painful tongue bite. The bars dug into my fingers as the cage shifted and the back of a boot came into view, one of the nearby tarps crinkling and snapping as it was lifted. The heart-stopping squeal that ensued almost made me scream in surprise.
"I guess it's the pig," the boot's owner remarked, causing a ripple of laughter to briefly flow amidst the figures above. "Someone slide down that ramp."
The click and grating sound of metal followed as the person in the cage with me, he sounded like a boy, unlatched the crate I was wedged beside.
"Okay, let's see what we've got..." he murmured.
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Imagine Requests - Gally
Fanfic"If you ain't fangirling over Gally, you ain't human." Or...something like that. It's close enough.
