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: 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."
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.
