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“What do you want us to do with the guy boss?” A male voice questioned as he tightened ropes onto wrists.
“Oh I’ll have my time with them soon enough, but I need you two to head over to Starkweather’s mansion for now.” A deep raspy voice replied.
“The guy’s still awake though.”
“Just knock them out, I’m not gonna play with them now.”
A man beside the rope tighter raised his gun before bashing the end of the gun into the head of the kidnapped victim.
Red blood dropped from the head onto the eyebrow of the victim, their head whirled around as their eyes blinked in and out before finally, shutting close.
”Why me?” Veltun thought
It was a regular shift at Darkwoods Penitentiary.
Veltun checked in with a patient. They left and checked in with another one, another, and another one.
Fighting never stops in this place, does it? Veltun thought. They learned later in the shift that there had been a riot just before they clocked in. Another mess the earlier people left for the midnight shift.
Work went on. For the next several hours.
Veltun leaned against the wall of the halls after checking in with a patient before another coworker came along. “Working hard?” The coworker asked, seeing how exhausted the other seemed. They adjusted their stance. “Yeah.” They replied.
“Have you taken a break yet?”
“Uh no, not yet.”
“Well, you should probably head over to one of the open on-call rooms.”
“Yeah, I think I’ll do that right now. Thanks”
“Of course.” The coworker said before heading down the hall.
Veltun made their way down the hallways to an on-call room. Opening the door and locking it. They lay down on their back, not realizing how tensed and sore it was from the hours working. Their back relaxed as they got comfortable in the bed. Closing their eyes and soon drifting off to sleep.
A loud BANG was heard.
Veltun got startled by the noise. Some muffled noises could be heard. "Jesus," Veltun said before looking at their wristwatch. It had been an hour since they came into the room. They pondered whether or not to get up and check the noises. He decided. "I'll get up in 30." They groaned, turned away from the door, and dragged the blanket up to their neck.
"Hey, you!" a figure yelled. "Wake up!"
Veltun's eyes slowly opened to see a masked man, sitting on their lap with the figure's eyes blankly staring at them. They shifted to the other side, trying to get away from the figure.
The figure gave a large toothy grin, revealing its tooth gap.
“Aw, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” The figure cooed.
The figure brought up its right arm which had been hidden in the shadows, unveiling a gun.
“I’m Mr. Nasty.”
He stroked Veltun’s face with his gun. “Oh?” His eyes met the hot blood that still poured from their head. He leaned in more to see the blood, using his gun on Veltun’s cheek to push their face to the side. They could feel their heart steadily grow into louder beats. His breathing stiffened as Mr. Nasty itched forward to their face.
Suddenly, Veltun’s cheek felt wet. His eyes shifted to his cheek.
Mr. Nasty was taking a long lick from the chin to the forehead where the blood crept out of. Veltun whimpered. They tried pulling away only for the man’s free hand to harshly fix his face back into place. It seemingly went on forever.
Until it didn’t.
Mr. Nasty pulled away and looked out. Releasing his hold and gun on Veltun, allowing the nurse to rest their face.
“What was that about?”
Mr. Nasty’s eyes met with Veltun’s. He clicked his tongue, seemingly in thought.
“I’ve had a rough night.”
Veltun scoffed, “Join the club.”
“Funny to say that to a man with a gun.”
“Oh like I haven’t had a gun pulled on me. This is Carcer City! You act like this isn’t the norm.”
“Didn’t know letting the city become corrupt would let its people lose their fear of men with guns.”
“Yeah well, it does.”
Mr. Nasty let out a deep sigh. “My pals died tonight you know. While you were sleeping actually.” He chuckled, “you just always manage to sleep through the danger huh?”
“I guess.” They shifted around in the chair. “So uh, what’s up with you on my lap?”
“Don’t know, maybe it’s cause I thought you looked cute.” He stroked the gun against their cheek. “I really like your fucked up scar.” He added on.
“Well I can’t take all the credit for it, you’d have to thank my mother.”
Mr. Nasty let out a laugh. “What’s this? A little humor before you die?”
“Hmm, I guess.” They spoke, “my last moments should be happy, or something like that. Think they’ll let me into heaven 'cause I made you piss yourself laughing?”
“What you think you won’t make it into heaven?”
“Uh yeah no. With all the shit I had to deal with back in Darkwood, I’m definitely not going to heaven. I mean, when I was leaving the place I stomped on all my shitty bosses before ACTUALLY leaving the hellhole.”
“Oh yeah, I saw that on the cameras, that was really funny. That’s when I knew I had to meet you, you know.” Mr. Nasty commented. Veltun blushed at that comment. “Nice to know I have a fan. You’re a..” he checked Mr. Nasty out.
Mr. Nasty, of course, wore a latex mask with a heart-shaped zipper at the counter of the mouth. A leather trench coat continued the shiny look the man had, not stopped by his seemingly skin-tight latex suit the man wore underneath. Whatever shoes he wore were hidden in the darkness.
“… shiny man,” Veltun noted.
“I try.”
“So.” Veltun started, “are you gonna kill me? Cause if you are, now is a good time for me.”
“Well, now I have to wait for a bad time.” He laughed. “But, uh, I don’t think I’ll kill you, at least for now. I’m very vulnerable.”
The nurse glanced at the gun the man still held, “Very.”
“In fact, since I have… many positions open, I think I’ll make you, a doctor.”
“Great! I can start right away!” Veltun chimed. Mr. Nasty stood and untied the restraints on the doctor. “Oh don’t worry, you will.” They weren’t sure what that meant. But, they decided that’d be a problem for future Veltun to deal with.