AU: Mesmeric Leader

Context: Hypno finds a solution to the problem with Sabre's arm, even if it's just temporary.

Warning: Syringe, body horror (vines are getting more intrusive)

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[3rd Person POV]

The strange being walks into the room holding Sabre, holding a few vials of something and a syringe. As always, the vines seal back in place behind him.

He looks at his prisoner, and seems to cringe as he notices that the reddish-magenta vines' infestation has gotten worse. Not only is his right arm completely covered, but they've started making their way up to his face. They crawl and pierce into his shoulder, the waves in the fabric the vines make while underneath his hoodie obvious, and he can see some of them wrapping around an area of his neck and reaching to climb past his jaw and up to his cheek. It seems that any part of him that had Darkness is being... consumed.

Sabre writhes as he lays unconscious, sleeping, tensing and moving his limbs slightly. His fingers on his good hand have ripped lines into the moss on the ground like claw marks. He groans and winces, sweat still beading on his forehead. It seems he's been like this the entire time he's been gone. Progressing.

The being crouches down in front of him and takes the syringe, sticking the needle through a corked vial and gathering the liquid inside. He takes it back out, pushing the plunger so that no air is left in the syringe's barrel, and places the vials down.

He takes his captive's left arm and holds it up, turning it so that his wrist is facing up. He finds a visible vein and quickly, yet carefully, pushes the syringe in slightly and administers the vial's contents. Once finished, he gently takes the syringe out and picks up the vials, standing up and stepping back.

It takes a bit, but soon Sabre calms down and stops making noise, slowly getting less tense until he relaxes. In minutes, he's back to being serenely, silently fast asleep, as if he was never in pain in the first place. Maybe even calmer than before.

The being smiles, the  walks it the side of the room where a group of vines has grown on the wall. He places a hand against them, grabs, then seems to pull a shelf made from gathered vines from nowhere, the vines changing shape and direction to fit what he needs. He places the syringe and vials on it, there for future use when this dose eventually wears off.

He debated with himself for a moment as the thought of this having consequences on his prisoner's health if used continuously crossed his mind, but he quickly got over it and started to leave the room.

He didn't care what other effects it could have. Heck, he didn't care what possible damage the vines could do to him.

As long as that danger to his people stayed under the effects of the forced sleep, he didn't care.

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At the Red Kingdom the next morning, all seemed to be peaceful and normal.

People walked through the streets, going through their daily routines. Doing their jobs. Enjoying their lives. It was a quiet morning, only the delightful sound of birdsong filling the air as the people outside conversed quietly. The slow morning combined with the relaxing atmosphere gave everyone a sense of blissful tranquility, a nice break from the recent stresses.

Until an angered scream echoed, loudly, from the lab.

Everyone looked up, shaken by the sudden noise, all looking towards the lab. They could hear the Professor shouting curses and saying rage-filled nonsense, until he reached the lab's door.

The last thing they expected him to do was kick it down, it flying into the street and landing with a powerful bang. The hinges were destroyed and the doorway was warped.

Before they could question how he could even do that, Professor Red practically shrieked at the staring crowd.

"WHO IN THE DIMENSION DOWN UNDER STOLE HIGH GRADE MEDICINAL INJECTIONS FROM THE LAB?!"