(An RP with @numbuh-362 from here.)
It had been a while since Nigel had vanished that one night with his original pipe. He had gone looking for his nephew since and was captured by the organization known as the Galactic Kids Next Door.
He’d actually been alone in his small room for some time, with only his thoughts and regular meals to keep him company. He had given up on trying to get out and no longer cared enough to even think of a way anymore. Now spending his days with his silhouette off.
Though one day they brought another prisoner into his room and attached her to his chain, keeping them both attached to the wall. He had been sleeping till they had opened the door, though he didn’t open his eyes when they entered. It wasn’t until they left did he open them to find that it was Rachel McKenzie, the Supreme Leader of the KND back home.
He stood up, walked over to her sleeping form and picked her up. He placed her on the cot and sat down in the corner. When she began to stir he spoke. “Good morning, 362. If it even is morning.” He’d lost track of the days, and even the time with his stay in that cell.