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Prompt: Rena's reign told from young Stitches' POV
Work, work and more work. It was his first memory, and also what his life was about. All his friends and himself knew was work. It didn't matter how tired they were, how many of them ended up fainting at some point during the day, or that they were even injured.
They needed to do their work. Or if not… they would be severely punished.
Stitches had seen some punishments himself. Being Rena's right hand came with a price after all: he needed to be at her side almost all the time. He always blessed the mask covering his face, as she couldn't see how his eyes closed when that happened.
But the screams always hunted his mind day and night.
He constantly asked himself if that was how his life was going to be: seeing his friend and fellow underlings get hurt and overworked, collapsing on his excuse of bed at the end of the day, feeling the constant fear on his chest when she was around… not knowing if he would be okay the next day.
Stitches knew it needed to end at some point. He had thought about it many times, and even spoke it with his good friend T. Bur, one of the few underlings he could trust to not tell Rena.
He knew her weaknesses after all. With a bit of planning it would be easy… and they could finally be free for her reign of horror.
But for the moment… he closed his eyes as he laid down, tired after a long day. He could start planning it with T. Bur the next day. And so he fell asleep, just a thought on his mind:
One day… He would set them free.