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Angel scared off the last remaining Critters sighing in relief. He looks up to the camera, where he knows the Doctor is watching.
"Your more impressive then I thought you’d be. Are you sure you're even human?" The Doctor says. Player glares at the camera.
"I'd think I'd know if I wasn't human." Angel thought rolling his eyes.
"I think you…hmm-maybe..." Sawyer cuts himself off and Angel looks confused. That sounded like the mic broke.
Then red Gas starts seeping into the room. Angel rushes to get away, he doesn’t have a mask, and there is none around him.
"DoN’t rUn, rUnnINg Is UseELss." A voice says, but its not Sawyer.
"Who are you!" They wanted to shout, but like always they couldn't.
Angel ran to the door only for it shut in their face. The Player holds their breath.
He slams onto the door looking for a keypad, but it's deactivated. (Because of course it is!) They take out the phone Ollie called from, but its not connecting right now.
They can’t hold in their breath forever as they take a breath. Trying not to panic they rush towards the office door. The room already starts to spin and move in colors.
They are basically dragging themselves to the door as they inhale more and more red smoke.
They get to the door, but he can’t move anymore. Falling to the floor they black out.
Angel awoke with they're face pressed against cold metal, covered in his own blood. Pain, agonising pain, is what he felt. He tried to move but he couldn't. Angel realizes they are tied up, tight. Their arms were strapped down next to their head, their neck and head strapped down, legs and even their torso.
The room was dark so he couldn't see very far and his eyes were still bleary from the forced rest and whatever medication they had been given. The nearest thing he could see were blinking lights, movement in the dark, and the blood pooled on the metal table next to his face. His back feels like it was on fire.
His joints ached from being in the same position for however long this had been going on so far.
"Hmm, interesting. You’re not meant to be awake. Anything else would still be sleeping. You truly are different."
"Great it's Sawyer." The Player mentality groaned. Despite The Doctor being the only one who would do this. Angel still would have prefer literally anyone else.
The Players breath becomes labored as he struggles with the pain.
"Angel is what they call you, right?"
Something warm and wet slides off their back and they silently gasp in deep breaths. They try to lean away from the needles, but they are strapped so tight, they can’t move.
Player silently sobs as more pain travels through them and they can’t do anything to stop it.
They must have blacked out at some point.
Voices come through the murky darkness of their mind.
"Why are we doing this? I had a plan!" Was that Sawyer?
"We can’T lEave THEM out likE this. BeSIdes, wE wiLl ExpErImeNT wIth ThIS." A miss match of voices answer.
"You couldn't have gotten me anyone else?" Sawyer asks.
"You wanTED a suBject, I gOt you oNe, dOn'T BE seLfish."
"I suppose I have been wanting to test out something. But there is no telling it will work. Or the enhancements you want. Which I still don't understand why you want to do that."
"ThAt Is thE poInt Of aN exPeriMeNt. IF It DoESn't wORk thEN We wilL tRy AgaIn. As fOr wHY? tHaT iS NoT yOUr coNCerN."
"Fine…" Loud footsteps leave the room and the needles keep touching them. "Right, lets continue."
Angel shivers when the cold needles touch their back. Their brain felt mush and nothing was making sense. There vision was going out again. In a way the were glad, they'd rather be asleep. They black out again.
The next time they awoke they were somewhere different, they still couldn't move. They were on there back this time. The pain in their back was numb. There’s a heavy feeling on their back to, like something is there. Something twitches and for a second Player thinks it their leg, but...it doesn’t feel like their leg...what?
But they don't get the chance to see because something comes in the room. It wasn't The Doctor, no. It was something else, something much worse. It was The Prototype. How the hell dose Poppy think they can beat this thing? What the hell is it even?
Angel starts to panic, he tries to get away but he can’t move in inch, this thing must have seen his panic because he chuckled and said, "Don’T WOrrY chIld, I can mAKe yOu rigHt."
Angel watched as he put his claws to his throat. Pain shot through him and he started trying to get away, but that only caused more pain.
"Now, nOw, don'T FiGhT."
The Player felt a sharp poke from somewhere.
"DesPIte whaT is saId, I'm noT tHat crUEl."
The pain disappeared and Angel let out a silent sigh, completely relaxing. However that didn't get rid of the fear, as The Prototype continued what he was doing.
Suddenly Angel heard....singing? The Prototype was singing? From the way he talks you'd assume he couldn't sing, but it was actually the opposite. His voice was low and quiet, it was beautiful, but in a poisonous way. Angel couldn't help but be lured in. It was like he was safe? But no! It's the Prototype! Knowwhere in this place was he safe! Especially in front of him! But at the same time he had no choice. It felt like his mind was not his own. He felt himself go limp, if he was standing up he would have collapsed. He thinks he should be worried, but he isn't, it was like his fears went away. He couldn't think on it as everything went black.
"I don't think this is a good idea."
"Are yOu goinG agAInst mE?"
"I just think this is to much."
"GoiNG sofT oN tHe Angel?"
The augment came in and out, Angel had know idea where he even was now, or how long he's been gone.
He snapped out of it when he heard metal clash together.
"FinIsh yOu're woRk qUicKly."
He heard a door open and The Prototype left.
The doctor grabbed a scalpel and continued to slice his skin open, but somthing happened something different, something that was quiet literally impossible.
Angel screams as the stabbing pain is repeated, again and again. "Stop please stop!" They beg, his voice is raw, and barely their, but it's there.
Sawyer suddenly freezes in shock, and so does The Player.
They've never talked or made a noise ever and now for the first time, they said something, and that something? Was him screaming in pure agony and begging for Sawyer to stop. That's when the realization hit, a memory surfaced.
He felt numb, and aware at the same time, it felt like The Prototype was tangling and detangling cords in his throat, he could feel cuts in his throat. But he didn't stay awake long, everytime he woke up The Prototype would sing a song and he'd fall asleep.
There was something around his throat he thought it was the restraint from earlier, but it was bandages.
"Well it's good it worked. Congratulations Angel." Sawyer said, breaking the silence.
Angel faded out again.
The next time Angel awoke the only pain was a dull ache, and his body was curled around itself, free from its shackles.
The Doctor was gone and so was the Prototype.
But he wasn't alone for long.
"Oh my goodness!" A voice gasps.
They unconsciously curl in to themselves trying to hide, they were so out of it they didn't notice being covered by a massive pair of wings.
"Quick, we got to get them out of here." Poppy says to someone. That’s when a bigger person? Blob? Dough? no, Doey comes into view.
Doey…? Isn't Doey that weird 900 hundred pounds of dough thing? With three children in it? Wait, how did he know that? Doesn't matter.
They are picked up carefully. They whine loudly. Pain surfacing in their back and throat.
"Careful." Poppy says
"I’m trying." Doey grimaces.
Player stays as still as they can as the world comes clearer and clearer. They turn to Poppy, who was on Doey’s shoulder "Wh-what happen?" their voice is weak and raw, still not used to be taking. They cough a few times then freeze in pain as moving hurt. Angel was not stupid he knew it's should be impossible for him to speak. Even if they found away to help people who lost their voice or was born mute to speak. It would still not work like this, it would take time, therapy and who knows what else. It wouldn't work instantly, but honestly in a place where toys are alive. Angel doesn't really question it, besides he's in to much pain to even realize what's fully going on.
Poppy looks shocked. Right she doesn't know he could talk now.
"Y-You were taken by The Doctor, we’re not sure why...but..." Poppy cut herself of and shares a look with Doey.
"We think the Prototype had something to do with it." she says, frowning when The Player tensed up at the names. Poppy was about to comment when they heard a noise.
"We need to leave!" Poppy said urgently.
"Don’t worry Angel, we will get you to safety." Doey says with a bright smile, though they can tell its fake.
While he believes Doey wouldn't do anything, he can't trust anything down here.
The Player blinks and the world changes everytime he opens his eyes. Until he was in a colourful room, covered in pillows and blankets. Their lying on their stomach, their back killing them, and their throat hurts.
They groan slowly getting their arms underneath them to sit up. Every movement is torture, numbness spreading across their back to their arms. "Angel, no stay still.." Two sets of small hands help him back down. He takes a shuddering breath and looks at the smiling critters.
"Where...where am I?" He licks his lips, still surprised he could talk.
"You’re in Safe Heaven, Poppy and Doey rescued you from The Doctor." One answers.
They can taste blood, his throat feels like sharp knifes running across his throat and don’t get him started on his back.
"W-what did they do?" He croaks, every sound was pure agony.
The two critters make eye-contact "Don’t worry about it now, just rest Angel." One pats his arm and he can’t help but be frustrated. Because he feels his eyes getting heavy and he’s out like a light once again.