old fediverse meme, garbage pooptooting, cw for violence
my assailant yanks the opaque cloth bag off my head and I flinch at the light. I find myself chained to a chair, with armed guards around me.
Before me stands a figure, silhouetted. I cannot make out their face, but I already know who it is. I simply smile to myself; i am unafraid. I will not break. 1/2
re; my last too toots, those probably should have stayed "in the drafts" as they say but that thought just would not leave me alone.
re: old fediverse meme, garbage pooptooting, cw for violence p2
At the signal from this silhoutte, one of the hired goons moves, and I feel a shock of pain in my temple as I am struck. They grab my chin, and bark an order. "WHERE IS LANCE ULANOFF!? WHERE IS HE!? WHERE IS MASTODON HIDING HIM!?"
I cough up some blood, and laugh softly, not looking at the goon, but instead straight at the silhouette, who tightens his fists in rage.
"You'll never find him, William. NEVER."