AU: Symbiosis

Context: More background on Sabre and Goblin :>

Sorry it's short, I didn't have many ideas-

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[3rd Person POV]

He didn't know why he was there.

He couldn't even remember when he got there, or how. All he knew was the white walls and floor, the constant smell of what he thought was cleaning supplies and the sounds of machinery in the walls. He hated how he was always stared at and talked about like he was an animal at a zoo. At least, he thinks that's what a zoo is. He can't really remember.

The more time he and his friend spent in that room, the more he started to hate that place and the people monitoring him. The only times they'd actually speak to him is when he was doing something they thought was wrong.

That's why he was put back inside his blank room now. Today was supposed to be a day he'd spend outside of it and get to walk around, but he got in trouble. It wasn't his fault that he was hungry... he just was. Why'd they put him in a room with that angry thing anyway?

He couldn't get out and the people in lab coats staring through the window wouldn't do anything. He was scared, so his friend helped protect him. All he saw were black tendrils and similar shapes with rounded edges that had maws, coming from behind him as he curled up in a ball as that thing was about to attack. Then, it was dead, and the maws remained, biting into it.

He can't remember why he joined them, but the coated people got mad when he did. He was then taken back to his room by people in strange, tough clothes, and tossed through the door before it was shut and locked again. Nobody came up to the window for a while after.

He clutched his only blanket as he laid his head on his pillow, all hidden under the bed, his friend humming reassurances to him... and saying he was sorry. But he didn't have anything to be sorry about, he protected him.

He hated this place. He felt trapped here.