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It was cold when he wakes up. His body achey and sore as he shifts slightly, not used to the change from a comfy bed to whatever he lays on right now
He pushes himself up with a groan, arms shaky while trying to support him. He carefully pries his blurry eyes open, greeted by almost complete darkness [see as there’s a door with a gap of light underneath it] and the scent of iron that is reminiscent of blood
He absently brings a hand to his arm, digging into his skin with stubby nails. Where the fuck is he? What happened? Where’s his crew?
His crew
His crew, they killed his crew. They shot them… he thinks if he’s remembering correctly.
He feels soft drips of warmth running down his arm where he digs harder, sitting on the floor in the cold
He’s not really sure how long he sits there either
Staring at the wall, eyes wide and kind of hazy while he replays the memory in his head. He killed someone, something, and then got his crew, his family killed. He killed them.
‘Fuck, he doesn’t blame Wilbur for flinching’ he thinks before a soft sobs escapes his throat [he ignores the heavy restricting weight around his neck when he swallows a thick glob of saliva] He just wishes he could apologize for scaring him.
He wishes his brothers last thoughts about him wasn’t about how fucking terrifying and horrific he was in those moments
He wishes he could hug someone right now
He wishes he was back in the ship, HIS ship. Thoughts Tommy’s isn’t even sure he’s in a ship right now, seeing as the floor is some sort of concrete
The blonde lets himself cry, ugly sobs escaping as tears cascade down soft cheeks
Prime, he never knew he could cry so hard
It isn’t for another hour maybe before the human sucks it up and decides to survey his surrounding. Taking in his own torn clothes and the grimy cobblestone walls that looks as if they haven’t been washed in years
[he wonders if the brown and deep purples stains around the room is old blood, but decides not to think too much on it for his own sanity]
He only has the clothes on his back and, what he’s now realizing to be some sort of collar around his neck connected to a chain that leads to the wall opposite of the door.
At least Clementines still here, though she seems more beat up than usual when he rolls her square frame carefully around in his palm
Footsteps from outside the door makes him freeze, Clementine falling out of his hands as he uses them to scoot back against the closest wall and away from the door
Shadows appear from under the door frame, making Tommy stop breathing for a few seconds while the door rattles [probably getting unlocked]
It creaks when it slightly swings open, Tommy’s eyes widening a bit more as he uses his hands how to shield himself from the sudden blinding light that’s entering
“He-lo Tullus-an I have been req—sted to feed you your port-ons for the day and lay out the rules” A tall creatures says as it enters. It’s awfully green and fuzzy, with some sort of centaur like body. Tommy also notes that it’s shredded, like muscles twice the size of Techno
He frowns as he realizes Clementine is struggling to pick up larger words, but he’s hoping it’s just from the steaming face mask the alien is wearing that’s muffling his speech
“Do you und—stand me Tullus-an? I know that’s a tra—lator you’ve acquired” It accuses, making Tommy shrink from the toxic filled words
He only nods meekly, before realizing that it probably doesn’t know what a nod is before murmurs a short “Yea… loud and clear big-big guy” he stutters
The green furred alien scoffs before reaching down and setting a metal tray on the floor. He kicks it over, not even winching when half of the bowl of mystery food spills out “You will add-ess me by Warden or Sir. Anything else with result in pun—hment. Do you understand?” He growls again
Tommy doesn’t reach for the food, opting to stay pressed against the wall “I uh- understand?” He chokes out, wet and broken with confusion
He only gets a squint of distain from the Warden before he tacks on a short “Sir” at the end which seems the please the other
“Good. In a week you’ll begin partaking in the pit. Until then you’re expected to be compliant. You’ll be taken to train once a day starting next rotat-on. Feedi-gs will be once a day. Any move to disobey and step out of line will result in pun—hment. Do you understand?” Warden says, monotone and practiced
“Yes… sir?” Tommy mumbles as he sits in shock, watching the other turn like a soldier heading off the war and march out. The doors slammed [Tommy does not flinch… too badly] and locked, sealing the boy once more in a thick aired room
It’s only then that it really hits Tommy that he’s trapped, stuck in a cold room with hardly any space.
Worse than the confinement he found himself in before Phil or Wilbur or Techno, worse than when he was shot and dragged away every night to be tested on
Worse than waking up to anesthetic, and white, cold white with hands digging into flesh trying to knock him out once more
Tommy can’t help it when he gags, the idea of confinement bringing him to a unrecognizable torture.
It’s worse because this is new, whatever’s happening here isn’t like before.
They aren’t trying to replicate his home planet, nor feed him love and affection like his old crew did like humans need
And he’s terrified.
Because if these aliens aren’t trying to cater to his needs
then he’s expendable
Maybe they won’t test on him or dig into his what once was soft flesh creating a acidic red pool of liquid on the floor like before
But maybe they’ll resort to something worse, something even more painful
He leaves his bowl of mystery mush unfinished while he cries, curled up on the cold cement like texture with painful dry heaves
He only hopes that he if he dies here, it’s quiet and painless.
But not everyone gets what they want