Ok so i have to make this chapter since a very special person will be going on break and I really want her to see it.

But there is one thing you must know before we go on.

Most people choose angst. :)
I am an angst fanatic soooo if you dont want to read child suffering I suggest not to read. But if your like me and love angst come on and join the party.

(Tords POV)

I was alredy awake watching Tv waiting for everyone else to wake up.

Then I heard a thud from upstairs and walked up.

It came from toms room.

Wen I walked in tom was on the floor tangled in his covers crying and shaking.

I shook him awake and he quickly grabbed on to me. Sobbing on my shoulder. So I picked him up as best as I could and took him down stairs.

I set him on the sofa and went to go get a blanket .

I came back and wrapped the blanket around him to watch tv.

Around an hour later every one finally woke up.

Once everyone had breakfast our dads called us into the living room.

(Patricks POV)

I and paul called the kids in here cause we wanted to know what happend to tom.

So all the kids came in and wen I saw my lil tom just walk in here hugging himself and shaking. It honestly broke my heart.

"So tom, look we dont want to force you but we really need to know what happend to to u while you were there" paul said with a gentle voice.

Tom looked up and started to speak, what he told us was shattering.

(The doctors POV)>:3

5 min after that patrick person left I began to unfold my plan.

Our creature tom was sitting in the room now alone.

So I called about 5 doctors to come in with me.

Once we went in we restrained him.

Oh the face of terro and panic he made it was satisfying.

Once he was strapped I put an eletric shock collar around his neck. Animals should be treated as animals.
I ordered the doctors to change his clothes into a hostital gound.

He struggled so much that I pressed the button on the remote to shock him. He shook then stoped.

Once he was the hospital gound. I dragged him by the arm into a diffrent room.

"Mr why are you doing this." He said.

I just glared at him and he looked down.

I was not about to get attached.

Once we made it into the room I trew him in and he landed face first into the ground. I chuckled

Then I snached him from the ground and strapped him into a table.

He began to cry. Pathetic.

I wanted to see the actual monster form. So I grabbed a cuple of wires and strapped two at his legs and two in each of his arms.

I conected the wire and plugged in the machine. The second I did the wires were electrocuting him.

He started sreaming in pain. Moving and trying to take of the straps.
It was hilarious how he tried with no hope.

Then it started getting boring so I unplugged the machine.

He stopped screaming but started crying.

But he didnt do what I wanted him to do.

I haven't seen his monster form.
I unstraped him and trew him on the ground.

I turned around only to hear small footsteps running. Wen I looked he was trying to run away.

I pulled out the controller and shooked him even worse than before.

He fell to the ground and started coughing up blood so I stopped.

I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him back to the room. This time with the locked door.

He was now in the middle of the room hughing himself and shaking.

I grabbed a wip and walked over to him.

"Get up" I said in a very loud voice.

He shakingly stood up.

I raised my hand and wipped him on his leg.
He started crying and screaming as I continued wipping him.

Then after 25 min of this I saw his horns come out of his head and a tail.

I got supper exited and continued to wip him even harder.

Then he transform into his monster self. He looked like a small fluffy dog.

I pinned him down and called the othe doctors.

They came rushing in. Then we hooked him up to a machine to take his DNA. At the same time wipping him if it looked like he was going back to normal.

Then after a while of screaming out to his family he yealed out something about a tommie bear.

Only then that I realized a bear on the floor.
I picked it up and waved it infront of him. I tore the bear into shreads.

He started sobbing even more.

Once the machine collected 4 full gallons of blood. We unstrapped him and I pushed him of the bed. He fell to the floor like a rag doll.

We left him that night on the floor weak from blood loss since I didn't wrap his wounds or anything.

(Patricks POV)

He finished and reached into his overall pocket to pull out a hole bunch of stuffing and the head of tommie bear. He just let it fall trough his hands. He didn't look sad or mad or anything. His face looked broken.

We all got up and hugged him tightly.

We decided that the rest of the day before they went back to school they would eat sweets and watch movies.

It wasn't as fun as we thought it be.

The air felt lonely and cold.

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Hope you liked it and tell me if I went to far.

:3