#scaredofthedark

Fanfic art for the fic "Scared of The Dark" by chrysochrysanthemum

Link to their fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15265971/chapters/35411205

Eddsworld @ Edd Gould

TW: Noncon drugging, alcohol, abuse.

Addi can definitely feel it now. The corners of her mind are growing dim. Her senses are going out. She no longer has any more worries about her situation. Only warmth that coils in her huffing chest. Everything is very very funny. Her fingers tingle as she giggles on what she believes to be the couch.

Someone sits next to her. A smile is wide across Kara's face. "How are you feeling, you pretty little thing?"

Addison leans into Kara's hand as she strokes her cheek with a gentle thumb. "F-f-fff-fuzzy."

She frowns in frustration at the struggle of speaking under the influence of so many sedatives. Kara only smirks. "Aww, you're so sweet when you're like this. It's okay. You don't have to speak. Just relax for now. The fun is about to begin."

The ring of the doorbell makes Addi jump, eyes widening as she's slightly tugged out of the numb state. "Oh, dear, it's only our guests, don't be afraid." Kara lulls her pet back into her adorable, dreamy state. "Stay right here, I'll be back."

She leaves Addison on the couch, racing to the door almost as fast as her heart. Her guests stand on her doorstep, smiles on their expectant faces. She ushers them in. "Welcome, Addi is right over there. Be gentle, she's still getting used to the sedatives. In a few minutes, she should be completely out of it."

Kara smiles with much pride as the guests creep over to where her very own pet mumbles unintelligently. They pet her head, Addi responds positively, leaning into the touches. She honestly probably thinks it's Kara who is stroking her hair. This afternoon is going to be very amusing.

...

Addi moans as her back is scratched. It feels heavenly. Someone wipes the dribble from her chin, being gentle not to irritate her skin. Time seems to be irrelevant. She can barely open her eyes.

The poor pet can hear so many voices at once. It's unusual yet familiar at the same time. So many hands poke and prod her, feeling pleasurable yet painful at times. Sometimes someone will pinch her. She'll cry out, whimpering.

Someone lifts her up. Strong hands hold her under her arms. She's too tired to resist. Addison shakes her head childishly. "N-n-n-no-no," she pleads.

"Oh hush, don't fight us," a harsh male voice comes. Addi is set on her feet. The hands let go and her knees buckle. She falls to the ground, yelping in pain. Laughter erupts around the poor pet. What a spectacle she is. What a circus animal.

A strong scent enters her nose. A bitter substance is forced down her throat. Alcohol is drowned into her system in bulk. She tries so sleepily to get away. The sedatives have zapped her strength and spirit. There's nothing to fight with.

Laughter is all she can hear. She drops to the floor again, her clothes coated in the intoxicating drink. Nobody touches her for a while, too busy getting second rounds. The time allows her mind to quiet again. Her body relaxes like it never happened. The panic evaporates. She gets a few moments of peace.

She's gently lifted off the floor, her senses reeling. Repositioned in someone's lap, she lets her head loll. Her ears make the noise blurry. She starts to drift off in the body heat. Sleep seems so close. So sweet.

A startling slap comes across her face. "You better stay awake. No sleeping."

Addi cries. Tears roll down her cheeks. The people coo to her, remarking at the cuteness of her sorrow and distress.

The afternoon goes on into the night. It's torturous. It's pleasurable. Addi hates it and loves it. She can only feel what's going on. Alcohol fills up her system. She can never really tell what's happening.

Then, the laughing fades. The guests disappear. Addi is lifted off the floor. She recognizes the soft hands. The sedatives are wearing off slowly. Kara smiles down at her as she carries the poor pet bridal style. "You did such a good job."

Kara marches her pride and joy down to her basement room. Addi is set down on her bed, drenched in drinks, sweat, and tears. Kara gathers the mess into her loving arms. "Hush, deary," she coos.

"N-no. N-n-no s-sleeping."

"It's okay now. You can sleep, precious. You're safe."

"N-no slee-sleeping," Addi mutters, a hot tear rolling down her cheek.

"Listen to me, you're all drugged up. You're not thinking straight. You're safe. I'll clean you up tomorrow. For now, get some rest. It's been a long day. You did so great. The guests were so impressed."

"G-guests?"