pet palace (mafia AU)

shock collars

Dust was sitting near the wall, banging his head against the concrete. He had managed to break a hole in the drywall and traumatized the poor soul trying to sleep, so he was dragged kicking and screaming down the hall into a different room. A bright purple bruise stained his forehead, and around the mussel from being rammed into the wall. He had tried ripping it off; cracking it open, clawing at the straps, running it under water to loosen the leather, but all he managed to do was almost drown himself. Blue had threatened to tie him to the bed if he kept hurting himself; a loud hiss fixed that problem.

As he continued to bash in his face, dreams words sunk into his head. "you mean killer? He was a bitch to drag down" that was a lie. It had to be a lie. Killer wouldn't let that happen, at least not without someone losing a limb.

"You know, I hear you two are really close. I wonder how close I could make you with a shock collar and some dog treats". That was... concerning. What did he mean by 'close'? To be honest he could mean stapling them together, or breaking off their limbs to play legos or something.

But shock collars and dog treats? He didn't like the implications of that...

With a groan he pushed himself away from the wall, hitting the back of his head on the floor, and jostling the magic blocker. "Fffffffffffffffuck" he hissed, his hand hovering over the small button. How much would it hurt to try and yank it out? Probably a lot. Dust rolled over, resting his chin on his hands and staring under the bed. There were a multitude of boxes and cases underneath, along with a pile of shadows he couldn't distinguish. Before he could crawl forward far enough to see, the door swung open and he jumped, smacking his head against the bed. "Jesus christ!" he hissed, glaring at blue.

"Oh, im sorry" blue said, rushing to dust and yanking his head up, pressing him against his chest and kissing his forehead. Dust shot his hands up to claw at blues back, but his body froze as a weight pressed down over his sternum. "Blue. we talked about being careful with him" ink sighed as he dragged dust across the floor "if you want hugs go to someone who won't try and break your arms off". Blue nodded, leaning against the wall and scratching his arms. Dust glanced at the door, wondering if he could make a run for it, but his eyes widened as he did a double take. Standing in the doorway with the smuggest smile on his face was dream, and in his arms was killer, head lolled back and eyes closed.

"What?" dream teased "did you think i was spitting shit?" he closed the door with his foot, and ink locked it with a smirk. Dream tossed killer to the ground, him flopping lifelessly on the floor. "What the fuck did you do to him?" dust muttered as the blue magic was lifted, ink still on stand by to grab him if he tried anything. Dream laughed as he walk to the bed, reaching under it and pulled out a box filled with chains and cuffs. "I hit him in the back of the head with a floor tile" he said nonchalantly, sorting through them and picking out two long ones, and two short ones. "I offered him a drug instead, but he tried to attack me sooo... i'd say he earned it.".

Using magic he lifted the two longer chains to the ceiling, attaching them to hooks and locking them in place. He fastened the other two to rivets in the floor tugging on them to make sure they were secure. Dust slowly scooted over to killer, poking him in the shoulder. No reaction. He hit him a little harder. Nothing. He rolled him over and peeled open one of his eyes. His eyelights were out. "God damn...".

Dream went back to fishing through boxes while ink lifted killer into the air. Dust went to grab him but he ended up slammed against the wall. Killer was lifted to the cuffs, his wrists snapped into the ceiling, and his ankles to the floor, leaving him with his arms above his head, and legs parted, toes dragging on the floor as he hung limp. While dust was distracted watching his friend dream snuck up behind him, pouncing on him and pinning him against the floor. "Get off!" dust yelled as his arms were pinned to his sides.