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It was a regular night in Dreadlew, Louisiana, weirdly cold but otherwise normal. Wictor was sitting at his desk, watching his creep monitors while he waited for his little 'errand boy', while sitting at his desk, Butch crawled up and dropped in front of him.
"What are you doing, creator?"
"Waiting for my dear boy Fig to come back~"
"I don't understand you... BZZ- why do you enjoy that pathetic invertebrates company?"
"Hmm?~... I like how helpless he is, it makes me laugh"
"BZZ- freak..."
"You watch your tone, I MADE you... I can destroy you just as easily"
"Stupid BZZ- bitch"
"HEY!! I am not stupid, end of discussion. Now, go to bed"
Butch made a distorted grumbling noise before going away and going to 'sleep' in a corner of the room. Almost immediately after, Fig entered the room carrying an unmarked black plastic bag. Wictor had gone back to working and Fig could tell he didn't hear him come in, he had seen him lash out before so he was obviously hesitant to interrupt.
However Fig knew he'd need to say something eventually, so he worked up the courage before walking up to Wictor's chair and tapping him lightly on the shoulder.
"WHAT!?" Wictor yelled, quickly turning around and getting up, it made Fig yelp and flinch back, dropping the bag he'd been holding and covering his face.
It took a second before Wictor's mood changed from annoyed to fondness after realizing that Fig had returned.
"Figgy!~ you're back!"
"Y-yeah, I... I'm back"
"I'm dearly sorry for yelling, I didn't mean to startled you~"
"No no, i-it's fine... I-I got the stuff you wanted"
"Oh! You did!~"
Wictor quickly picked up the bag Fig had dropped and ran over to his desk with it, peeking into the bag and briefly squealing at the contents before merrily skipping back over to Fig, cupping his face in his hands and kissing him on the forehead.
"Thank you, Figgy~ you did very well!"
"Uhmm.. thanks?"
"Now, let's go to bed!"
Wictor said this before skipping his way out of the room, Fig followed him but very hesitantly. Why was he so weirdly excited?? Maybe he was just like that sometimes, Fig hadn't been kept here long enough to know that.
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It was later now, and Wictor and Fig were in his room, Wictor was laying on his stomach scrolling through snuff leak on his laptop while Fig was sitting next to him, bored as all hell. Eventually he decided to ask something.
"Wictor... h-how long are you keeping me here?"
"I don't know~..." Wictor said this, he didn't bother looking away from the screen, too transfixed on whatever he was watching.
"Mmmnn. . ."
Fig just flopped on the bed next to Wictor with a heavy sigh, at that point he seemed to how bored Fig was and shut the laptop, pushing it aside before pulling Fig against him and nuzzling into his neck.
"Awww~ is my little Figgy bored?"
"AAH- l-let go of me!"
"C'mooon~ don't you want to be entertained? I can entertain you~"
"NO!!-... ehmm, n-no thank you, I'm fine now"
"Aww, fiiine..."
Wictor sighed sadly, but didn't let go of Fig, he just snuggled closer to him and began kissing his neck and playing with his hair. Fig was annoyed... the same man who kidnapped him in broad daylight, was now snuggling him... what was his life??
Although he was enjoying the petting, maybe it wasn't that bad? That was until Wictor just grabbed his forearm and squeezed it really hard, it made him yelp and quickly pull his arm away.
". . . w-why??"
"I want to be pet!~"
"Why? w-what was reason?..."
"There is no reason, dear Figgy~ now... I request to be pet"
Fig was incredibly confused, why was Wictor acting like this? But he obliged and started petting his hair, which he obviously enjoyed. After a little while, Fig noticed that Wictor had fallen asleep on him... so he was stuck, weirdly enough though he didn't mind much.
Maybe he was starting to grow fond of the strange man? Fig couldn't tell if those feelings were real though, or if it was Stockholm syndrome getting to him...