It's Us Crew Oneshots

Silence [Donchard Angst]

     The silence was deafening.

     Snow crunched beneath his boots as he walked, the clicking of the spurs the only sound. Richard stopped in the clearing and listened as the wind whistled through the frosted birch trees. Once more, he called out, "Don?" yet was met with quiet. He tried shoving down the rising panic creeping its way up his throat, but it was hard to deny his twitching hands and watering eyes that everything was fine. "Don?" he called once more, his breathing fighting against him as he attempted to stay calm.

     The silence was deafening.

     He kept walking.

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     You're an idiot, Don scolded himself as his wrists burned from the rope, attempting to free himself but to no avail. He sighed loudly, frustration building up. He knew he had little time before someone came in and caught him, so he tried his best. But what would happen when he was free? He knew not what laid beyond the door in front of him nor if it was locked from the outside. The gray walls and blinding light over him coaxed him into abandoning all hope, but he refused. Just as he felt the rope around his wrists loosen, the door opened.

     "I wouldn't recommend escaping," said the newcomer with a chuckle. "That'd be rather... detrimental to your health, to say the least."

     Don looked up and felt his blood turn to ice, his heart skipping a beat and dropping for a second as his eyes locked on to none other than DDawn. Memories flooded back: snow, blood, screams, sparks, silence. Long ago, he thought Duni abandoned this sick pile of scraps, thought he had left DDawn out to freeze over and die. Obviously, as could be seen standing before him, this wasn't true.

      "I..." started Don, but his throat was too dry to continue. DDawn flashed a wry, wicked smile

      "It's been a while, friend," greeted DDawn, approaching the small jester. "I will say, you seemed to have grown an inch since I last saw you! I didn't even know that was possible."

     "W-What do you want from me," croaked the elf, swallowing in an attempt to soothe his throat. DDawn merely stared at him, a deep chuckle resonating within his voice box.

     "How blunt of you," he said. "Right to the chase, I see. Though, I suppose that might've been a result on my end." The robot glanced away. "I created you, after all."

      Don clenched his jaw as DDawn began to pace around him, and the jester made an attempt to rock himself off of the chair he was tethered to. Such an escape was futile.

     "It's amusing, I'd say. You, I mean. Sorry, I do have the habit of talking about you even if you're right in front of me." Don glowered. "Yes... I do find some sort of feeling resembling joy when I see you like this — vulnerable and in pain, so easy to kill. I'd strike you now and no one would ever find your body." DDawn stopped in front of him and glanced him up and down. "But I'm not gonna do that."

     "Cut the shit and get to the point," coughed Don. "Quit monologuing."

    DDawn wagged his finger at Don. "I'm not the one tied to the chair, now, am I?" The elf merely scowled at him, an array of nasty faces not enough to express how pissed he was. "I will say, it's been a fun time, my little disappointment. You're so... fascinating. I expected you to keel over and die a year or two ago, yet look at you now! Maybe you're not such a mistake after all."

     The robot stopped and pulled a pen from his suit pocket, an accompanying notepad coming with it. "A genetic monstrosity is what you are. I'd say you have a face only a mother could love, but that's impossible, now, isn't it?" He glanced up with a teasing smile and pouted at Don's snarling face. "Aw, come on, now, lighten up! You won't have to deal with this any longer."