I've been so excited to see your posts on my dash again! It says your askbox is open for prompts so could I potentially request: Two immortals, and one has kidnapped the friend of the other because theyâre jealous that the other immortal is spending time with a mortal over them?
âI donât mind if you have your toys,â the antagonist said, âI certainly have my own, though Iâm less sentimental about them than you are.â they drew closer to the protagonist, blade biting into their neck. It couldnât do anything to them- the skin would close over after the first spurt of blood- but it still sent a shiver of excitement racing over their skin.Â
âYou can do whatever you want on your own time,â they continued, âBut when I call, I expect you to listen.âÂ
The protagonist snorted. âI can do whatever I want. Iâm certainly not wasting my time obeying your every whim.â âAnd what you want is apparently to waste your time obeying the every urge of these ants.â the antagonistâs hand flashed, and a knife buried itself in the wall beside their friendâs head. Through the gag, their friend let out a startled scream.Â
The protagonist lurched forward. âIâd appreciate it if you didnât break my stuff,â they said as conversationally as they could manage. âIâm pretty fond of it.âÂ
âYou can get another one,â the antagonist said idly, and picked up another knife.Â
The protagonist caught their arm before they could throw. âDonât,â they said, voice low.Â
The antagonist regarded them with some amusement, but didnât pull their arm out of the protagonistâs grasp. Instead, they leaned in closer. âIâm pretty sure,â they said, breath hot against the protagonistâs face, âthat I can do whatever I want, and I donât have to waste my time listening to you.âÂ
âYou are such a dick.âÂ
âIâm the only real person on this planet, sweetheart.â the antagonist jerked their head towards their friend. âThe rest of them? Theyâre nothing. Theyâll never understand you. Theyâll never be on your level- not emotionally, not mentally.â They shifted their arm in the protagonistâs grasp, turning their hand to grab the otherâs arm at the same time and pull them even closer. âThey arenât worth your time.âÂ
The protagonist drew back, glaring. âAnd you are? You, who have infinite chances to become a tolerable person and yet with every one you decide to settle even further into a complete scumbag?âÂ
The antagonist let go of their arm. âIf I were you, Iâd be more careful about insulting me.â They twirled the knife over their fingers.Â
Inadvertently, the protagonist glanced back at their friend. They were watching the pair, wide eyed.Â
âI think Iâd be doing you a favor,â the antagonist said. Â
The protagonist stepped in between their friend and the antagonist, catching their eye. âFine. Sorry for hurting your feelings. Iâll pick up your call next time. Now me and my friend are going to go.âÂ
The antagonist tapped their chin. âYou know⌠I donât think so.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âI donât think youâre actually sorry.âÂ
âYouâre a jerk. Of course Iâm not actually sorry.âÂ
Another knife hit the wall by their friend.Â
They hadnât even seen it leave the antagonistâs hand.Â
âOkay! Okay! Iâm sorry, I am, I donât want you to hurt anyone.âÂ
âProve it,â the antagonist said.Â
They sighed. âHow would you like me to prove that Iâm sorry?âÂ
âStay.âÂ
The protagonist blinked. They had expected humiliation, to have to kneel or crawl or grovel, not whatever this was. âWhat do you mean.âÂ
âYouâre going to go over and put on those cuffs, and youâre going to stay with me until Iâm satisfied that youâre not going to keep ignoring me.âÂ
The protagonist paused, considering.Â
âTake your time,â the antagonist said kindly. âIâll just do some target practice while you think it over.â they readied another knife.Â
The protagonist yelped. âDonât! Look, Iâll do it, just let them go first.âÂ
The antagonist smiled, their eyes dark, and pressed a key into their hand. âOf course. Why donât you go over and help them out.âÂ
They rushed over to their friend and unlocked one of the cuffs. Their friend stared at them, tears in their eyes, shaking their head.Â
âDonât worry,â they whispered, âIâll be fine. Antagonist is a bit of a pain but they canât hurt me.âÂ
A knife whistled past both of them.Â
âOnce you have the first cuff off, put it on your own wrist,â the antagonist said.Â
The protagonist took a breath, and clipped it onto themselves. Then they did the same with the other.Â
Their friend worked the gag off of their head. âIâll get you out of here,â they whispered to the protagonist. âIâll get help.âÂ
From across the room, the antagonist laughed.Â
Their heartbeat picked up.Â
The friend turned to face them. âWhatâs so funny?â They asked. Their voice shook ever so slightly on the question.Â
âUnfortunately,â the antagonist said, âI donât think youâre going to be getting any help at all.âÂ
âOh really?âÂ
âOh yes. You see, Protagonist wants to be here.â the antagonist locked eyes with them. âAnd they donât want you getting in any trouble at all. Isnât that right?âÂ
The protagonist clenched their jaw. âThatâs right,â they managed. âFriend, look. I know Antagonist better than anyone else. Iâll be fine. You canât- you canât come back. Theyâll kill you.â âIâll kill you,â the antagonist agreed. âSo why donât you run along and pretend this never happened? Iâm sure youâll see your dear friend again in- well, maybe fifty years?â They glanced back at the protagonist. âTheyâve always been a bit stubborn. It might be longer.âÂ
âDonât listen to them,â the protagonist said. âJust leave.âÂ
Stiffly, their friend left.Â
âNow,â the antagonist said, walking back to the table of blades, âletâs practice paying attention, shall we?â









