Waking up by cold water was what happen to the young boy still hanging on the wall.

"Time to wake up. The Boss is waiting for you to be ready." Said a strait cold toned man voice.

Timmy slowly look over to the person in front of him. It was a camera man like the crazy one but with a different version of it, and also the soldier clothes he was wearing.

Getting his hands off from hanging for like hours on that thin dark wall. He could finally touch the ground and let out a small grunt of pain from the sore arms he has gotten now. He rubbed his wrist to less feel the small pain on them until he got pulled out of what would have been his cell.

Outside he was quite surprise to see a group of people working in a hurry. All of them have mostly object for a head. This looked strange for Timmy. He never though there was an other species than them. Yet it seems to fascinated him in a way. Everyone was working at the same time and in synchronization. The soldier behind him make him change his attention on them by pushing him forward.
"We don't have time for stargazing here. Move until I told you to stop." Said the soldier with some anger in his voice. Timmy rolled his eye and followed his order.

The two soon got to another sector which there was less object head people working in. The atmosphere there feels off. The young boy did not like it. He was starting to sweat has they finally got to a very clear white room. That has only a big chair on the center of it.

The soldier motioned for Timmy to go sit on it. Which he obligated himself to do. Just then some attachment appeared and stick around Timmy's wrist and feet to prevent him from moving.

"What the..." He started to say before a deep chuckles came. He did not like that so much at all. He narrowed his eye over the door direction of the room. There stood the guy he hate so much. That tall freak that took him away from his father.

He enter the room like he was a god or something in a high rank to the sight. Which was not wrong since he is totally a bastard of a leader of this place. But Timmy did not know that.
"Our dear little birdie got a good sleep haven't he~?" He said cooing has he stood in front of the chair crouching a lot to be eye to eye with the boy.

Who try to stand his eye away from his red deep glowing one. The boy was not pleased to see him this soon.
"What do you want again." Despite being serious the teenager feared of what would happen to him right now. He can't move at all from the seat and in front of him stood a crazy man that seem to be much stronger than him. And very tall too. That man is damn taller than his own father! (Spooky isn't it?)

The camera leader took a glance over the soldier standing next to the door. He gave him a hand sign has a way to dismiss him. Timmy watch the soldier leave by closing the door behind. A gloved finger brought him the attention up to the older man. "Eye up here little one~" He seductively talked to the boy has he grabbed under his eye skin.

Timmy felt disgust by this. He whished to not hear another word coming out from that pervert.

The snap of fingers suddenly made the room made some mechanism noises. Something was moving around behind the teenager. His green eye widen to the sight of what could be a set of tools on his left and other stuff he never saw before on his right. What is that man going to do with him!?

He started to panic and tremble lot from all of this. Questions keep coming in his mind. Why this happen to him? What his dad is doing now? Is he doing fine? Is everyone going to come save him? Will he die before they even found him?

All this made him have a headache.
The hums let out by Stephens brought him deeper into a more afraid feeling. He was trying to hide it, but at the sight of the tools that seem to be for torture made him want to run away now.

"W-What are you going to do to me?" He desperately asked even though he would have know the answer to be ' I'm going to torture you!' and he waited for that answer to come.

Stephen stop his humming has he took a look at the tools on the small table next to the boy. He let out a small snort before waving a hand away. "This? Those are only tools I use to disect something that interest my sight." He explained like it was nothing. But to the boy, it was a terrifying thing to know. Is he going to be like a test subject for science? He shivers more in fear. He wanted to hug himself now.

The camera man notice this and only grabbed something from the tools on the table. A scalpel. He playfully play with the tip of it and would space around while he continue to hums.
Timmy could feel his hidden mouth open slowly in his chest and was letting out some pant noise.
His question has not been answered at all. He waited for him to do so.

The tall man stopped himself and got back over to Timmy with a certain dominate tension. The scalpel in one of his hands. He held it close to the boy chest. "Are you afraid of me?" He asked him in a serious tone. This surprised Timmy. He look away has his hidden mouth quivered. He don't wanted to admit that this crazy asshole scared him. Stephen let out a tik noise and slowly apply the scalpel on the clothe, near to his neck and started to cut a line to his stomach.
Timmy body stiffen to that. He don't wanted to have a bleeding cut on there. "Tell me dear Timmy... I won't be mad at you if you tell me the truth." He demanded an answer. The boy refused to tell him. The old man was having enough of this silence. He trow the scalpel away and rip open the shirt on teenager. It revealed a small mouth of sharp teeth. This surprised the camera freak. "Oh~ Looks like someone was hiding something interesting here~" he took his cooing seductive voice again.

"N-No... Please don't look.." He respond back in a whisper. He was scared and his mouth could not help but quiver more. Making all the teeth meet the others, which do a cute clapping noise.

Stephen said nothing has he traced his chest in a circle motion with his index finger around the mouth.
"But this look adorable on you~ and your voice sound much better when this is not covered..." He seem to be complimenting him.

Timmy shook his eye in denying. He don't want that spycho to see this vulnerable sight of him. He closed his eye and let out a sob. "P-Please leave me alone.." He open his eye a little and look up at him with tears almost spilling out. Somehow this sight made the older man look sad at him.
He cupped both of his hands on his eye in a soft way. "Little bird... Don't look at me like that. This is getting not wanting to play with you anymore." His tone sounded caring in a way.

The boy closed his eye again has the tears falls out. His mouth frown a little. "I just want to be with my father...." He sobbed again has hung his eye down.

Stephen retracted his hands from the little boy and looked around him in stress. This is not what he wanted to happen. He only wanted to have fun with him. Not making him cry. He guessed the boy was not much like his father in the end. He hung his camera down in his turn and let out a deep sigh. He snaps his fingers and everything in room went away like all those stuff was never here.

Timmy heard all the noises and wondered what was happening. He saw that everything was nowhere. The room was back to be empty. Then sound of something retracting make him look at his wrist. He was free from the seat. He shakily bring his knees up to his chest and hugged them like his life depended.

The camera man look at him and was feeling guilty for this sight. He never knew that he had done this to a boy. The son of what was called the legend of his father about the wars before. He put a hand on his head. He made a mistake and he knows Gerald gonna kill him for that.

The crying boy wanted this to be done. It was like he was in a nightmare. He wanted to see his dad so badly and hug him like there is no tomorrow. He wanted to have that comfort back again.

Stephen kneeled down and putted his hands on his laps. "Thomson? I'm sorry for that... I didn't know that I was making such a mistake.. I regret doing that to you." He slowly moved a hand over to him which he only flinch and scooted more away from him.

"Y-You should have know sooner..." He sharply responded back has he rubbed the tears away on him. He even let out a sniffle before clearing his throat.

The camera man rubbed the back of his head nervously. Now he can't really be apologize for what he has made.

He hoped Gerald would not be to harsh on him when he get here....

To be continue...

-/- Bloopers -/-

Timmy : *open his eye and do jazz hands while still being hang on the wall.*peek a boo!

Camera soldier : *chuckles.*

- beep -

Author : alright and... Go!

Engineer#1 : *started to walk in sync with Engineer#2*

Engineer#2 : *does the same until he bump over another engineer.* Oop- sorry.

Engineer#3 : nah it's okay man.

Author : ok cut let's... Do it again.

- beep -

Timmy : *stare at the engineer working.*

Camera soldier : Hey you-*slipped on the floor and fall on his butt first.* Ow.

Timmy : *turn around and look down at him.* You good?

Camera soldier : *raise a thumbs up.* Y-Yeah...

- beep -

Stephen : *enter the room with a evil laugh.*

Timmy : *already trapped on the chair.*wow... You sounded really like a villain!

Stephen : Really?

Timmy : yeah!

Stephen : aww... Thank you.

Timmy : you welcome.

- beep -

Stephen : *was going to enter the room until he hit his head to hard on the door frame.* Ow- God dam- fuc-

Timmy : Language!

- beep -

Stephen : *hit his head again.* Oh come on-

- beep -

Stephen : *Has hit his head for the ten time.* Fffffffffff-

- beep -

Timmy : stare down at his chest then look up to Stephen.* Kinky~

Stephen : *drop the scalpel.* Nope.

Timmy : ...?

Stephen : *stood up and walk out of the room.* Nope nope nope nope-

Timmy : *wheeze.*

- beep -

Stephen : *playfully bring a finger over the mouth.* Who's a good boy?

Timmy : *open his mouth and was ready to bite his finger.*

Stephen : nah uh! No biting~ *wags his finger still playfully close to the mouth.*

Timmy : *tries to bite his finger still has he made bark noise like a dog.*

Stephen : *chuckles.* That's too cut- ow.

Timmy : *smirk.*

Stephen : You bite me!

Timmy : woof.

- beep -