#implied surgery

“Passing out before we’ve started? You know I have plenty of ways to prevent that.”

Febuwhump 2026 | Day 25 | Medical Restraints

Kiran Masterlist

Merry Christmas everyone! I had some downtime between festivities today, so I pumped this out for you! I hope you enjoy it! It is very long, so it is going under the cut!

It had been about a month since Y/N had moved in with Solar Flare, also known as Kiran Blaize. He had revealed his identity to her that day in the med bay. According to him, it would be a lot easier if Y/N knew upfront, rather than having to sneak around in his own house and make frequent excuses for any behaviors that seemed too much like one identity or the other.

-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-CRACK-THUMP-THUMP-CRACK-

“I’m furious, beyond furious actually. This anger had been building ever since Becker was butchered by Glitchtrap and his obedient murder slave. Being stripped of control like that is nerve-wracking. It was important to send Becker on a goose chase, all those morons had to do was leave multiple trails out of the city. Should’ve known the plan was doomed to FAIL, but I’m not omnipotent, just overly cautious and paranoid.”

-BZBBZZZBZZBBZBBBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBZBBBZZBZZZZZZZBZZBZBZZZZZ-

I CAN’T BE EVERYWHERE; SLEEP IS A MUST FOR US! STABILITY REQUIRES SLEEP!

-BSBSBSBBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSBSBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSSBSBSBSBSBSBSBBSSB-

I CAN FEEL OUR BODY TREMBLE AS THE A FAMILIAR VOICE YELLS IN MY HEAD

              My head shakes as the buzzing fades away again, refocusing on the matter at hand. It had slipped my mind what the ramifications of denying the blinding weasel and the braindead puppet. Although, HIS plans went beyond resurrecting a worthless zombie, unlike my “associate’s” belief in the zombie’s gospel. I’m not a fool, the only reason Vanny was still useful was because she has VANESSA’S BODY. My host’s existence was testament to the zombie’s failed initial plan. Then again, it was a miracle that Glitchtrap didn’t order Vanny to dispose of Gregory.

“God dammit! What’s the point of gaining remnant if the dumbasses want child remnant specifically.” My hands vibrate from pain as I tore up failed notes to grasp ointment and gauze.

-RRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP-POP-SQUEELCH-FWIIIPPPP-RIP-TACK-

“Those two are doing as they please, disregarding the consequences and this new “plan” of theirs will be blown-up in their faces, don’t need to be a genius to see that.” My hair is ruined, and my base is dusty.

-CCCCCRRRREEEEEEEEAAAAK-

              I look at the worn photos in a corner, an echo of nostalgia filling my host before fading into obscurity. Gregory had turned every mirror in the base to the walls, but I know he’s hiding from that specter. I know the specter isn’t harmful, but Gregory suffered enough at the ghastly apparition of my “Boss” to leave mental scars. The apparition is talkative, a mechanic, and clearly a past victim, I don’t know who it is though they value family if their staring at pictures isn’t obvious enough.

“Gregory is an orphan by no fault of his own, I still see flashes of that night he became one by Glitch’s orders. I desired to be FREE, now I’m tired of it all, so fucking tired. Just a few more tuning sessions and I can set it all in motion.”

-CREAK-FWOOSH-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-

-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-HRUM-

              The comforting, amber glow of Gregory’s remnant illuminates this room, the jars are quiet and calm in his presence. However, the room adjacent to this crawl space closet is different, almost joyous in the windy whispers. Although I hadn’t the reason to look into Gregory’s memories, I’m aware of their shared past, but the remnant isn’t picky in what is transferred back into the body. So, I see Gregory’s childhood before the headset, yet it’s clear that Vanny existed before it all. I can’t understand what made her wait to kill THEM, she could’ve done it at any time prior. I can theorize but no proof exists to answer this query of mine.

-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-CLICK-CLACK-CLICK-CLACK-FWOOSH-

-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-HROOO-GIGGLE-

-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-TINK-CLANK-

“It’s all irrelevant, I need to finish what’s in store before those two get wise to my lip service and platitudes. Lucky for me, Vanny’s forethought isn’t beyond covering up her crimes, or she’d ask about the remnant I’m using. Time to check the others.” Crossing the gap to the door.

              This was the other secret I’d kept for so long, these jars are almost gone, soon nothing will stop me from getting what I want. I can feel the exhaustion in my being, but I’m almost finished, soon nothing will matter after this is all over, not Vanny, the missing children, nor the past. Gregory will wake believing it all to be nothing short of a bad dream, it’ll be better for us all in the end.

-Staring into the, now hung, mirror, with the ghost behind me-

              It’s merely a feeling, but a warm echo settled into my chest, guess you agree with my plan. I’m no longer looking at a reflection of blue eyes, only weary amber stared back, a splash of ever-present pain apparent in them. How it feels to watch an imposter live your life, steal your friends, and continuously bloody your hands until knee-deep in bodies. That is a kind of trauma I could never understand, but freedom is near, yours and MINE.

“Cassidy won’t agree to your plan, no longer will HE be in her grasp.” Sorrow hangs in the room from the ghost.

“What SHE desires is irrelevant, after all, she is still hiding from the consequences of HER actions.” Tis wrong to snap at him, but her actions led to this nightmare’s existence.

              I turn to the machine, Vanessa’s unconscious form strapped into the comfy chair. Moving her was easy, but Gregory worries, she’s gaunt, starved of nutrients, and so pale it’s as if she’s already dead. Yet, tis an improvement over how near-death she had been before the “tuning” I began. Calling it tuning was quite clever when the truth was that I’d been feeding the agony Vanny pulled from Vanessa back into Vanessa’s body.

-SLOSH-GURGLE-TINK-

              I stared down at the faintly glowing, emerald liquid sloshing and coiling the jar like a water snake. It YEARNS to return to the host. I lied when I told them that Vanny would overtake Vanessa, it wasn’t the opposite either, this would weaken Vanny’s hold tremendously, but it won’t be a miracle fix-it as I mentioned to the ghost. There are still other safeguards that warden set up.

“When the stage is set, I won’t be able to communicate with him, so you’ll have to in my stead.” My eyes glance to the darkened corner.

-TINK-SHINK-TINK-SHINK-TINK-SHINK-WWWHHHIRRRMMM-BUBBLE-BUBBLE-FSSSSS-

“Now then Vanessa, this is your final round of shots. Soon, you’ll be right as rain and on your way.” I slot the jars into the feeder before pressing the button.

              I’d set up Gregory’s feeder last night, so all I need is to sit and let the machine work as we sleep. Everything is done, soon Freddy will deliver Vanessa to the Lost and Found office. As for Gregory, my faithful partner will hide him in one of my burrows near the Atrium, just in time for the show. Vanny and Glitch will be scrambling to brainwash him again. I’ll be laughing the entire time, wherever I land when they realize the chip is gone, from Gregory.

              Remnant is a wonderful quick fix, as long as the one healed matches the one it’s pulled from. I glance at the faded scar that’s hidden by Vanessa’s right bang; it was shrinking more, and soon it’ll be completely gone. How easy those two were to convince, an unexpected accident with a Monty endo in P&S was all I needed as an excuse to put her under. Now, to get rid of the last piece, her chips.

-POP-HHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSS-SQUEAK-HIS-BUBBLE-SPARK-BZZZ-ZIP-GURGLE-

“It’s time for you to return, Gregory. This night will be nightmarish, perhaps traumatizing. No need to worry, you won’t be alone. Neither of you will be alone.” Situating myself comfortably, nodding to my assistant bot.

-WWWHHHIRRRMMM-BUBBLE-BUBBLE-FSSSSS-

              My vision blurs as the needles gently poke and the injections start flooding Gregory’s veins at once. No surprise, I feel at peace, my mind tranquil as the blur turns from white to black.

“-sigh- It’s finally time, will be amazing to sleep, uninterrupted.” Gregory’s head lolls as the rest of him relaxes into the chair.

[Tool.... comfort? Look I am making this up as a go.] 

CW: implied hospital setting, implied intubation, implied surgery, dis//sociation, flashback 

[Other Tool things (NOT FLUFFY)] 

They woke to a familiar feeling. Not a good one, oh no not a good one, but familiar nonetheless.

They hadn’t even opened their eyes before they let their consciousness slip away. They phased out, not letting anything reach them. If nothing could reach them, nothing could hurt them. They could just kind of drift, not fighting or suffering. Just waiting until things got better.

There was a sniff and the rustling of clothes. Someone else? The Mechanic? Was he here? Was he watching over them? They – Tool turned their head towards the sound and began to open their eyes. He liked that. Liked it when they tried to come back when he was there. He liked it when Tool got scared, light eyes ringed in helpless terror.

But it wasn’t the Mechanic. It was a girl, dark hair in high ponytail. She looked tired, head resting on her hands.

She looked familiar. They couldn’t place why.

After a moment, she looked up and saw they were awake.

“Hey,” she said softly, moving a little closer to the bed. Bed? Tool let it go. They started to let themself drift again, away from the world that could hurt them and scare them.

“Hey, Casper, hey you’re okay.”

Tool’s brows furrowed. Who – their thought process got interrupted by someone taking their hand and rubbing a thumb across it softly. They glanced down, distracted by her nail polish. Three of the fingers were purple, one was green, and the other was a glittery silver. Julie always did that though, saying that she had enough nail polish to make every finger a different color everyday.

Tool blinked, looked back up to the face. Julie?

They remembered their first day in the apartment, unnerved by all the people. Sharing a space with four other people? They hadn’t ever done that before. There would be a lot going on, wouldn’t there. Lots of people coming and going.

But they knew these people. Liked them. They were all nice, if a bit loud sometimes. They had chosen to sign the lease and move in with them. And there was a room, that was to be all theirs. They were going to pick out paint later.

“Heads up, Casper!” called a voice from behind them. Mike, carrying a mini fridge up the stairs. They moved out of his way, a bit confused.

“Casper?” They asked quietly. Julie popped her head out from the kitchen.

“Like the cartoon.”

They shook their head. They didn’t know what that was. Julie’s face lit up.

“Ohh, we are so watching movies tonight.”

Someone distantly yelled something about popcorn. Julie fake-gagged. “I swear to GOD Kai. You can make that truffle popcorn if you want, but I’m making the microwave stuff the way the farmers intended.”

She disappeared behind a wall again and they smiled. Casper. They kinda liked it.

They looked at her again, started to get scared. They wanted to go back to the apartment, they didn’t know what happened.

Julie shushed them, rubbing their hand. “You’re okay Casper. You’re in the hospital. Had a little surgery, but doc says you’re doing fine. You’ll be home soon. Can you try and get a little more sleep?”

They nodded, closing their eyes and squeezing her hand.

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