White︱BenEarth AU

14

"Take it easy Earth." Dome spoke through the speakers that were situated in the upper corners of Earth's room.

He wasn't let back into the white room, and was now totally kept in this dark one. The light bulb was the only thing providing light, but it was so dim that he couldn't even tell how big the room was.

He just knew he was alone in there.

And it scared him, because he felt watched.

"How can I?" Earth let out in an airy huff, picking the wooden chair with his nails, at least the part he was able to reach. "You locked me up in here, for no reason."

"Oh I do have a reason." Dome responded shortly. "I will let you out, this is just a normal procedure for people like you. You just have to cooperate with me here."

Earth shook his head, tasting salt enter the area of his lips. He was crying, which wasn't that surprising. "I don't... want to. Let me out."

Silence.

There wasn't even static, the mic from Dome's side was off. 

Earth was about to have a panic attack. He didn't know what to do in a situation like this. This couldn't be a normal thing to do to your patients. It just couldn't, it didn't make any sense. He could feel his throat tightening, and he was certain about one thing, he didn't feel alone anymore.

Someone else was in the room with him.

But no one had opened the door.

"H-Hello?"

Earth tried desperately to squint his eyes into the darkness that laid in the room around him. His eyes weren't getting used to it, and it was as pitch black as it had been the whole time.

He noticed his chest beginning to hurt, so he glanced down and saw that he was having trouble breathing. He hadn't even noticed.

His whole body stiffened when a sound reached his ears.

A sound of claws being dragged along a wall behind him. 

He couldn't turn his head.

He couldn't move, he was strapped down.

His mouth felt like it lost its ability to work, as he couldn't even open it in the tries of speaking. 

Last time he felt something like this, was when he was a little kid.

Now that he remembered those days.

Earth could hear heavy footsteps forming out of nowhere, tapping their way behind him in circles. They were quite far, but getting closer by the second. 

It made the hair of his arms and neck stand up, his skin getting goosebumps, the whole room dropped in temperature.

He was cold.

The steps grew near, but stopped right behind him.

He couldn't breathe.

He held his breath like his whole life depended on it.

Until he felt a inhumanly large hand crawl onto his shoulder, the pointy nails of it gracing along the skin of his neck like trying to cut the tissue from within.

"S-Stop..." Earth finally voiced out, but his voice was just a silent whisper, inaudible.

Earth could feel a raspy breath hit his neck, and he couldn't do anything but cry silently as he was sure these were his last moments being alive.