#itsdrabbles

by Salemn

for @saltymongoose

TW: Assumed contemplation, killing

!!graphic fantasy warning!!

grin - "You're so cute when you're all bloody."

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Hank panted, still shivering with energy. He needed to keep going, to keep killing. He looked around. Blood and viscera were splattered all over the walls, painting them a deep red. Bodies twitched lifelessly. Hank sighed, it seemed he'd killed everyone.

Dissapointed, he made his way out of the room. Wish there was more ta- "Oomph!" He stopped dead. Face buried in his chest was a small merc, likely no older than twenty. Didn't know they made em so small.

The merc slowly lifted his head, stiffening when he saw Hank's face, his head cocked to one side. The merc began to stutter- something Hank found strangely endearing. "Uhm, h- hey there big guy!" The merc laughed nervously.

Hank put a paw on the merc's shoulder and leaned in, intrigued by its inaction. The merc squeaked fearfully. "Uh, you- you're kinda cute when you're all bloody!" Hank froze up. The merc trembled fearfully. "Uh, big guy?" Hank leaned in closer, causing the poor merc to whimper. Hank chuckled.

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You shivered in the biting cold. Ever since the damned project had begun, the core had been fucking with the weather. So now, in the middle of summer, you were freezing your paws off. Literally, since you could feel your paws go limp. You were in no state to work and yet, your director demanded that you come in today. Hmph. Christoff and the others get the week off, why don’t I?

You were the director’s favorite. He just loves seeing poor little you quake at his desk, begging for hours off. He enjoyed your teary eyes when he rebuked you for small mistakes. And god, he obsessed over how jumpy you got around him. It was obvious- to everyone but you. You only saw it as a predator toying with its hapless prey before devouring it whole. You hated the feeling. Hated it more than anything.

The doors whirred open. The area was mostly silent, save for the tower guards, made specifically to be able to work through the winter. As your body warmed up, you could feel your control over your paws returning. You flexed your paws, able to feel them once more. Now, what’s our workload today? You climbed the main stairs, arriving at the empty cafeteria. It felt odd, the normally bustling place so quiet.

You ran a paw over one of the tables. Cold. You shivered. This didn’t feel natural. Your footsteps seemed to echo endlessly through the empty halls as you traversed them, stairwell by stairwell. Everything was sleek, save for the machinery and control pads and hideous chambers that you scooted away from as you walked past them. A shudder ran through your spine. You quickened your pace.

When the doors to the level you worked on opened, you were quaking. This place is much creepier when no one’s around. There were one or two people working- mostly signing paperwork and regulating the thermostat for the main project’s chamber. You took a deep breath and walked in, still shaking slightly.

Okay. I can do this. This is easy. You grabbed a clipboard and took shaky breaths, walking past your coworkers and to your desk. You adjusted your coat underneath you and pulled out your chair with a foot before sitting down. You sighed at the stack of papers waiting for you, but dutifully pulled off the top one and began to write.

First paper was a progress report on the project. What’s been done so far, methods of doing it, what you have yet to do and how you plan to tackle it, etcetera. Pretty vanilla stuff. Sadly, every time you saw an “Explain how” you died a little inside. It felt like hours as you just stared at your paper, spacing out. You blinked back to the present. With slow strokes, you wrote a sentence. And went back to staring.

@caninewaterway PSPSPSPSPS

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You gulped as you entered the room, ushered in by two soldats.

Why would you need to be ushered in by two soldats, you ask? Who are you visiting? Phobos? Hank? The Auditor herself?

None of those, actually. You were just meeting your charge for the first time. A MAGnified Elton Ridgewell, codenamed MAG Agent: Torture. You didn't wanna call him Torture though, too crude. Maybe he would like Elton better. Maybe he was so mad because he was forced to go by a name that made him feel evil and bad.

TW // consensual drugging, nonsexual violation, cannibalism, nonsexual bondage, yandere

YES SYEYSESEYSEYSYS SEY YSE SYE SEY SYES YES YSS

tw, none, just a lil amgy boy