Lololol kill me haha idek anymore

WARNING: mentions of blood, torture, very faint sexual innuendos (you have to squint real hard, maybe)

Please proceed with caution

This is probably one of the more serious ones I've ever written

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You wake up, curled in a fetal position, your neck is stiff and your arms feel sore and numb at the same time. You don't open your eyes and just lie there on your soft and comfy bed.

{What's happening?? You try to get up but you can't. Lethargy (and something else-?) overcoming your will to get up.

The wall looks unfamiliar somehow.}

You unconsciously let out a small whimper, a memory (more like a nightmare-) coming to the forefront of your mind and you grip the sheets tight.

{What in the-?! The wall's made of wood!? This is not your room, why are you here?!

Why can't you move?!}

The door creaks yet still, you stay put. You know who it is.

"Go 'way, Green," you mumble halfheartedly, not bothering to turn to your brother. He lets out a noncommittal hum and you hear a metal clink from behind you. Probably a tray of food, probably Pink's idea or maybe even Yel-

"Alright," he says, an unusual softness in his voice you've only heard now.

{Green? But that's Preston's vo- Green...Vacktor?}

"So, you wanna talk about something?" He starts, the apathetic face he usually wore replaced by one of uncertainty and unease. "Y'know...'bout...stuff..." The green-haired male finished lamely, and you take the chance to end both your miseries.

{What's happening?! Last you remember you had been recording with Adam and the boys, then-

...

Then you blacked out-}

"No...not really..." You rasp weakly, guilt eating away at your heart.

{The headaches, of course-!}

"Just...leave, okay-? I...I'll eat that later." And you added, "I promise." as an extra measure.

{From your (his-? Your avatar-?) peripheral vision you can see a split second of hurt flash through GreenVacktor's face.

Goodness, that was (is?) so, so weird. Seeing GreenVacktor like an actual person like that. Seeing a persona you had made up, actually alive and breathing.

He quickly masks it, putting back his uncaring and nonchalant face just as fast as he dropped it.}

"Sure, bro," he shrugs, reaching out a hand to ruffle your hair affectionately before retracting it immediately after seeing your whole body flinch at the attempted touch.

A frown mars his features -a contemplating look crossing over- before he leaves the room, a click of the knob being the last thing you hear of his presence.

{A warping sensation over comes your body (do you even have one now-?) and you feel like you're getting sucked in by...something-

You try to scream but the void swallows you whole.}

That's when you finally let the tears you've been holding back flow.

{You're getting sucked into a place with a sepia -almost monochrome- background.

A dark hallway greets your eyes, a single lone wooden door barely hanging on its hinges. Now you know why those characters in horror movies do these kinds of stupid things. Curiosity lured them into doing it and that they didn't have a choice.

Broken cries and moans start to come from it.

You stiffen, not wanting to go any further but this seemed to be the only way out.

You stopped in front of the door, the sobs getting louder and the maniacal laughter suddenly emanating from within it.

The voices sound familiar.

You push the door slightly and immediately regret it. The stench of blood (and other stuff that you didn't want to identify right now, ugh gross-) hits your nose like a hammer and you feel like vomiting on the spot.

"P-please..."

That was--!

"P-purple...stop..."

(Your own voice, your mind supplies unhelpfully.)

"And why should I, dear brother?" A glint of metal stabs through bloody and naked skin, the smaller figure being straddled onto the ground letting out a small yowl of pain. "Don't you like your own namesake~?"

The dark-haired male leans to nip on the younger's earlobe.

"A-ah-!" More tears stream down the red head's freckled face. "P-please-!"

"Hmm," he moves down to the ashen neck, grinning at all the marks he had already made. "I rather enjoy you like this. Bloody Red writhing underneath me, the great genius of the family begging-"

"You deserve this," he hisses, digging his nails on Red's bruised thigh and the younger whimpers. "You stole what was rightfully mine. You easily became the favorite, without any effort-"

"I didn't-"

"SHUT IT!!" Purple roars, hands flying to Red's marked neck. He grips it tight. Red desperately claws at the toned and scarred arms that were -if not stopped soon- would either stop the oxygen from getting to his lungs or plainly just crush his windpipe.

You stumbled to your knees, feeling lightheaded and weak. You chance a glance to the scene in front of you. Could it be that the Red in front is somehow connected to you-?

"Agh!" A mind splitting headache rips through your brain and-}

"Guys, he's waking up!"

You wake up to blurry images of the break room.

"You okay there?" A large brunet with glasses pats his shoulder -Adam- and hands him a cup of water. "You scared us back there, man. Fainting in the middle of recording like that. What happened?"

You place your hand on your forehead, wincing in pain at the roaring headache you now have.. 

"I don't know..."

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i think i'm starting to fall for Red now hhhhh 

>:)