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my one, my only.... (base under cut !!)

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I looked over to the bunny who spoke the words. My eyebrow raised up, the corners of my lips curling upwards as I smirked. I chuckled to him, “Maybe. That all depends whether or not Rotti lets us go. Without killing us that is.” The bunny released a laugh, one heavily doused with sarcasm. “Without killing us.” I heard him mutter. We then sat in silence for the next few minutes.

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When I woke up I looked over and saw him. “Morning Will.” I managed to mutter out in a groggy voice. Why did I just call him that, I don’t even know him… Do I? The yellow bear simply turned to me and gave me a little half wave. Where am I? How did I get here, where even is here? I couldn’t quite make out the features of his face. I stood up and went to walk towards him to get a better look. When I took a step forward, everything went black and faded away. 

I awoke, this time in what looked like some kind of medical wing. “Sir, he’s awake.” I heard some voice say. I tried to look over at whoever said that, but found no one to match the voice to. My body hurt. Scratch that, my everything hurt. What was going on? Why am I even here? What happened to me? 

Suddenly, a bear leaned forwards, his face mere inches away from mine. He was some brown bear with sharp features. His breath smelled of nicotine. As if on cue he blew a cloud of smoke into my face. I felt like I should’ve coughed, but I didn’t. “Good.” Was all the bear said before walking away. Who was that? Should I know him? That’s when I saw him again. That same yellow bear, only this time he was leaning against the doorframe to the room, without his cheerful appearance. I would’ve said he was angry, but that wouldn’t be right. He wasn’t angry, nor happy, nor anything, really. He then looked at me. His eyes shined under the overhead lights in the room. His eyes held something. They flickered. Then everything in my body began to hurt again. My heart began to race. My breaths quickened. Everything hurt! Why? What did I do? I looked away from him and was suddenly in a different place. It was storming, the smell was awful, wretched. Piles upon piles of bodies surrounded me. “Will!” I yelled out his name, but to no avail. I began to run. Afraid. Afraid of what might happen to me if I stayed. Afraid of what might be lurking. That’s when I heard them. It was faint at first, but it grew louder. Voices. Whispering, speaking, whimpering, whining, crying, shouting, yelling, wailing. I called out once more, now unable to hear my own voice due to the rain and yelling of voices masking it. Then I fell.

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I laughed sarcastically at him. I looked back up at the ceiling, “You do have a point though. But do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked the bear, shooting his own question back at him. I looked over at his face, Will’s face, the yellow bear’s face, noticing that it was full of emotion this time. 

I watched him as he thought, watching his features contort and bend as he did so. “I think so. After all, why else haven’t we run away at this point if we knew we’d never leave this damn place. Last thing we need is to get killed doing some dirty work. It’ll be amazing! We’ll have a good life! You, me, J-Dog, Clyde, all four of us will reign tall and live on!” I watched as he laughed out and held his fist into the air triumphantly. I simply looked back up to the ceiling before responding to him, “Yeah, if only.”

I.....do......