Big Daddy Donny P's Finest Hour

Chapter 2

Donald awoke suddenly, insurmountable pain surging throughout his body. It was dark and damp wherever he was. He attempted to move, but the burns and cuts that had yet to heal and the chaffing from the cuffs around his wrists caused even more pain to erupt from his body. Every joint of his body ached and he was drained of his strength. He tried to call on his powers to help him out in this situation but it was to no avail. Whatever these cuffs seemed to be made of was sapping him of his strength. He was trapped. Stuck. Helpless. He knew he had to get out of this prison for who knows what could be happening to his students right now at any given moment. As he sat, his memories came trickling back to him like a broken faucet. He had been on his way to go inform the Department of Conservation about the safety of his employees when he was suddenly attacked by something. All he could remember was a glowing fist suddenly appearing in his face as he flew before he blacked out.

"Where am I?" he said, gritting his teeth through the pain. His voice echoed into the blackness of what seemed to be a vast and endless place. The deafening silence from the blackness was ominous, seeming to overpower his voice and drown it out. He was screaming into the void which seemed to be screaming right back at him. Suddenly, a voice cut through the silence.

"Polo!" the voice spoke. Donald slowly looked up, his eyes tired yet searching for the source of the sound. "Oh, wait, we're not playing that game. My bad, I forgot. That's like a kids' pool game, right? Yeah? Well, whatever anyway it's kind of dark in here, isn't it? Let's get some lights." A clapping sound echoed around the room followed by a soft glowing figure suddenly appearing in front of Donald. The figure sat down on a stool next to Donald that seemed to magically appear from thin air. "Why the long face, Donny? You seem so... angry. Is widdle Donny upsetti wetti cuz he can't save his widdle schoolie woolie? Hmmm?" the figure teased.

"Go fuck yourself," Donald replied, spitting in the figure's direction for good measure. The figure suddenly punched Donald in the abdomen with a sickening crunch, causing him to cough up blood. Donald laughed weakly and winced as his broken ribs poked at his lungs. He looked up at the figure with his bloodshot tired eyes in an attempt to discern who it was. He couldn't make out the face at all due to a bright glow that surrounded its head, but what he could make out was a blazer, black gloves, and some black pants and shoes to match. They were also wearing a black jacket in a cape-like manner, just gently placed on their shoulders.

"Watch your manners, you little sack of SUNY shit," the figure replied back, digging their foot into Donald's already broken ribs. Donald let out a grunt of pain, trying very hard to hold back the horrible scream he wanted to release instead. He knew that if he let this person see any of his pain, he'd only be adding to their pleasure. "I haven't broken you yet, but don't you worry. I know you'll break soon enough." The person snapped their fingers, causing a small holographic screen to appear in front of Donald. It was playing what seemed to be footage of the current state of SUNY New Paltz. Donald's eyes widened with surprise and fury as he saw the apocalyptic warzone which was now the campus. Students were walking around the campus with a zombie-like gait, tattered and burnt clothing, and an empty stare. The ground beneath them was blackened with ash and soot from raging fires as the residence halls around them crumbled into rubble and rust. "I figured you might miss your students and all since you know, you've been here for a while. So I thought to myself, 'Why not be nice and let him see his kids, eh?' So how is it, Donny? Don't you love how it's going? How things are changing? Isn't it grand?"

"What did you do to my school?" Donald's voice was a very low and raspy whisper, yet it was clear that his voice was also saturated in bloodlust and rage. It almost felt as though the very air around him was catching fire from the heat of the anger in his words.

"What did I do? Oh, Donny, you ask such silly questions. The real question you should be asking is what did you do? After all, look at this!" The screen switched footage over to show Donald casually sitting in his office and sipping a cup of coffee. To either side of him were two students with a strange glow around their heads. Their facial expressions were just like those of the students outside, mindless and empty. The figure then waved its hand, causing the screen to disappear. Donald's face began to contort and twist as his emotions raced back and forth. He was thoroughly frustrated as it slowly began to dawn on him that there was nothing he could do in this beaten and bruised state of his. He was defeated. "Welcome to Subspace, Donny. Welcome to hell."