Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

"ANSWER ME QUINTON! WHY IS THIS DIFFERENT?!

"IT'S NOT!" he sobbed. He couldn't think anymore, all there was, was pain and terror, and...Sayori? She was sleeping... Good. At least one of them didn't have to suffer as well.

"Stop! Ray, please, for fucks sake!"

The knife was twisted once more, and then, finally, he took it out.

"Seal yourself up and then go lay down on the bed."

Shaking like a leaf in a storm, Quint slowly let one of his tentacles come out and squirt some of his own goop deep into the wound. The relief was instant, the pain diminished substantially, although the damage had already been done to his mind. On quivering legs, he stepped out of the pants and then made his way over to the bed, laying down on his stomach and letting his eyes look at the wall. When he heard the sound of the zipper being pulled down, he felt it, that little snap, and all at once, he was somewhere else.

His lips moved and mumbled incoherent words, but he didn't feel a thing after that. In his mind, he was seeing something else, somewhere else, and there was laughter and curiosity. All around him there was glass and animals, each room seeming to contain a different set of species. In one room, it was reptiles of all kinds, and in another, there were penguins. And as he continued to walk through his memories, the scene kept shifting. Sometimes it wasn't zoos, but art galleries with strange an abstract pictures on the wall. Other times it was big, dark rooms, where the ceilings seemed to twinkle and glow like the constellations of the sky.

...

He didn't know when the General left, but at some point, he finally became conscious that he was alone. Well, at least physically.

 

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Oh god, it hurt so much. That stabbing pain he was feeling sympathetically through Quint. He wondered if Kuznet was literally stabbing him. Could a zombie survive that? Apparently so as he soon felt relief from the pain, the little blonde shaking and hoping it was over. It wasn't though, and he was soon subjected to such an intense flash of pain and trauma that it overloaded him. Sabastian slumped in his bed as he passed out, Quint's surge having been like an EMP and shutting him down.

A while later, Sayori got up from her bed and yawned, sniffing and finding that for some reason their cell smelled like vomit. She tentatively walked over to Sabastian's side of the cell and saw him slumped over the side of the bed with vomit on the floor. The woman's eyes went wide with concern and she went over to him, carefully side-stepping the mess.

"Sabastian?" She waited, but no reply came from him. "Sabastian?!" Sayori took his pulse, finding that he was still alive, breathing softly. Though when she shook him, he wouldn't wake up. The woman started to feel some fear, going quickly over to her side and scrambling around the room, looking for something. When she found it, she unfolded the origami flower and held the green paper up to the camera, jumping a little insistently and waving it with a fearful expression on her face. She wasn't sure what was going on or whether Francisco could help him, but she couldn't just sit by and do nothing.

The woman went to the glass door of her cell and waited nearby, looking down the hall and hoping that Francisco would get her message and come soon. Had there been something in the food? Maybe he had an allergic reaction, or he had caught some kind of bug.

 

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Francis was sitting behind the desk, filling out some last minute reports and tucking away a little extra information for his own contacts, when he just happened to look down and see Sayori hopping in front of the camera. It was the first time he had seen her use that green paper, and she looked panicked, although physically alright.

He didn't immediately jump up and run, but he did quickly finish what he was writing and then grab his keycard for the door, a bit of apprehension settling in his stomach. If Niles was down there fucking with her, after being given direct orders to back off...

...

Not ten minutes later, he arrived at her cell, punching in the code to the door quickly and then stepping in.

"What's wrong?"

 

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It had felt like forever, but she eventually saw Francisco coming down the hall. Her heart feeling more hopeful now that the man was coming into the cell to help. She wasn't sure what he was going to be able to do, but maybe they knew more about zombies than she did. Her glistening doe eyes brightened a bit as he turned to her and asked what was wrong.

"Sabastian. He puked all over the floor. Normally that's not that big of a deal, but he won't wake up. I've tried calling to him and shaking him, and I even splashed water on him about five minutes ago, but he just won't wake up. I don't know how long he's been like that since I only woke up about fifteen minutes ago myself." Sayori said worriedly, leading Francisco over to the other side of the cell.

She hadn't noticed but, the pillow he had near his head had teeth marks in it, the fabric having been ripped from how hard he had bitten into it. His skin was paler than it should be, little droplets of water on his face and chest from Sayori having splashed him.

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco followed her to the other room, then bent down and checked the man' pulse, just as she had down. He then pulled out a little pen light and looked into his eyes. With a bit of a frown on his face, he let out a little sigh and pulled a little packet from his pocket, ripping it open and then wafting it under his nose. The ammonia like smell was usually strong enough to bring a normal person to consciousness, so he imagined it would only be tenfold for the little zombie man's sensitive nose. It had certainly seemed to do the trick with Quint, and he had had thc in his system.

The bite marks on his pillow had not gone unnoticed by his eyes, but there was simply nothing he could do about that. Quint had chosen his moral road, and whatever horrors that came with it. Just like he himself had so many years ago.

 

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Sabastian's eyes snapped open and he sat up quickly, looking around wildly before feeling dizzy and slowly laying back down. The blonde groaned and put his hand up to his head for a moment, his head pounding a bit. He looked at Francisco above him and then Sayori nearby, a bit confused as to what going on.

The little woman nearby let out a sigh of relief, happy that Sabastian was alright and that Francisco had been able to revive him. "Do you feel okay, Sabastian? Do you need medical attention or something?"

He shook his head and sighed, remembering why he had passed out in the first place. Hopefully Quint was alright over there, though he imagined the man would never truly be "alright." Sabastian had gotten just a snippet of the pain Quint had to deal with regularly and he had to say that he did not envy the man. That being said, he didn't want Sayori to worry about them so he gave her a little smile.

"I don't need anything. Must be a zombie thing, I just puked and then the next thing I knew I was passed out. Maybe the spaghetti earlier was a bit too rich for me after having not eaten today." He kept his tone a bit tired but unbothered, though his eyes wandered to Francisco, hoping he wouldn't spill the beans to her. He had mostly been telling the truth after all: it was totally a zombie thing.

Sayori sighed and smiled brightly, Sabastian's words seeming truthful to her. "Whew... That is good to hear. I can help you get that cleaned up if you like, if you're still not feeling good."

He waved his hand, "no no, I can get it. It came out of my stomach, so I should be the one to deal with it."

She nodded, then looked up at Francisco, giving him a grateful smile, "thank you for helping. I hadn't expected to use the green paper for this, but I didn't know what else to do." The little woman thought back on when he had given it to her, her face brightening a bit more as she added, "speaking of that though, you said you had access to music? Could you bring some down tomorrow? It doesn't matter what kind you bring- I would be happy to listen to anything."

 

[Drobabes]

Fran stood back up after Sabastian got his bearings, the frown still on his face until Sayori addresses him. Looking down at her, he let out a very small sigh.

"I'll see what I can do Ms.Sayori. However, General Kuznet has placed me on some extra duties tomorrow."

He seemed to be thinking for a moment, looking out at the door and then back to Sabastian for a brief moment.

"Actually, sit tight for a few."

He left then, and about half an hour later, he came back with a plastic tote and another bag of food for dinner. He sat the food on the chair for them, and then he started to unpack some bedding from the large tote. There was a folded foam yoga mat, to add a bit of softness to her own slim mattress, and extra pillow, and an extra thick blanket. His mood seems to have perked up a bit in the time it took him to go get those items, as he now had a smile on his face as he remade her bed.

"I should have brought this down earlier but I got a bit wrapped up with duties" he laughed.

Reaching into the bottom of the tote, he pulled out a little cellphone, a charge cord, and a solar battery.

"Here you are. I unfortunately don't have any headphones, but the speaker works, and there should be a good variety of music on there."

Francis left out the bit of going in and deleting all the pictures and text messages from the phone, ensuring that she wouldn't know it had belonged to a past victim.

 

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By the time Francisco had come back, the vomit had been cleaned from the floor, Sabastian not wanting the smell of puke to linger in the cell any longer than it already had. He felt a bit bad about having made her worry, but it wasn't as though he had any say over whether he passed out or not. He would have to check on Quint later; for now, he wanted to leave the man be. Sabastian was tired, and he felt that chatting was probably not something either of them wanted to do right now. For all he knew, Quinton might be pissed at him for sticking his nose in and trying to help.

Sayori waited for Francisco, and when he came back with a tote, she felt a bit curious about what that had to do with music. Perhaps he had a boombox or something? However she soon found herself watching him making her bed. To have a bed that was actually warm in this chilly cell was a luxury, and she knew she would sleep well under that thick blanket. It was a shame that Sabastian didn't get anything like this. Both of them would be able to fit on her bed to share the warmth, but she was afraid of what Kuznet would do if he saw Sabastian in her bed or with any of her things. The general might view it as Sabastian disobeying or stealing from him.

When he reached into the mostly empty tote, her eyes followed his hand as it came out with a phone. Her eyes widened. Of course the phone wouldn't work as a method of contact anymore, but who knew how much music it could hold. She excitedly took it, her eyes bright as she gave him a big, beaming smile. Though her birthday was tomorrow, this was the best present she could have asked for (other than freedom, that is). Sayori felt so happy she wanted to hug him, but instead settled for shuffling her feet giddily.

"Thank you! It's a great comfort to me, so I'm very grateful, Officer." Her eyes practically sparkled as she looked down at the phone and turned it on, tapping on the music app and scrolling through it to glance at its selection.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis felt such a deep pain in his heart, seeing how happy that made her. He was very careful to keep the smile on his face though-smile for the camera.

"I'm glad Ms.Sayori. Now, I need to get back to work. Don't let our resident little Robo boy see your new toy," he said with a grin, leaning forward slightly.

"He might get jealous and try to break it."

With that he picked up the tote, turned, gave Sabastian a lingering gaze, and then he left.

 

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Sayori returned his grin and nodded, "I'll hide it under my pillow when he's around." She watched him leave with fondness in her eyes, deciding that she counted him as a friend. Perhaps her birthday wouldn't be as bad as she thought it would be. Music, jokes with Sabastian, and maybe even that hershey bar from the corner of Sabastian's room if it was still there where she had thrown it; it was all shaping up to be a fairly decent day.

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Time passed, dinner coming and going for Sayori and Sabastian. It was "beef" and potatoes, along with a side of carrots. Sayori thought the meat tasted different, but paid it no mind. Sabastian could smell that it was actually horse meat, the army perhaps wanting to conserve resources by slaughtering some of the horses on a nearby farm or something.

In any case, it was soon time for bed. He hadn't heard anything from Quint, so he didn't reach out himself, simply sighing as he pulled the threadbare blankets over himself. At least he had inherited her old blanket, seeing as he was sensitive to the cold and it was fucking chilly in these cells. It took a while, but he slowly drifted off to sleep.

He was back in the town, walking with Damien, Vin, and Tiffany. That feeling of slowly becoming dizzy came over him, the nightmare making things a bit more exaggerated. The little man clutched his eye, feeling the way it was changing, ripping off the eyepatch.

"You're such a baaaby." Tiffany laughed and reached out to touch his forehead. He gave her a shove, her scream echoing in slow motion as she was flung to the ground in his panic. Time stopped for a moment and he focused in on Vin's face, that look of fear, his hand on his pistol. A moment later, things went back to normal time. Everything was out of control, he was losing himself. The little man told them to run and started running into the forest, the nightmare changing so that he was running in complete darkness. He didn't know where he was or where he would end up, the fear of the nightmare heavy upon him as he ran. With a blink, his surroundings came back.

He was where he had regained consciousness, covered in blood, afraid and confused. Once again, he felt sick and vomited from the taste of blood in his mouth. Though in the nightmare, it almost felt like there was no end to the flesh he was expelling from his stomach. When it was done, his body was shaking.

"You've been a naughty boy Sabastian."

That purr... He turned around to see Margaret standing there, her violet eyes looking at him in amusement. "You killed them. You killed them all. Cora, Damien... and Vin."

"N-no... I couldn't... I wouldn't... please no." Sabastian backed away from her, only to bump into a tree that hadn't been there a moment before. There was pain and fear in his wide eyes. He was shaking, lost to the nightmare and to what Margaret was now saying,

"Oh sweetie... They're all dead because of you. Because you lost it. Because you're just... like... me." She sauntered up to him, making a little sympathetic pouty face.

"NO! YOU'RE WRONG! YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG!" He choked out, starting to sob.

"Am I? You can't even tell me whose blood you're covered in. Why did you even go with them anyway? Were you so desperate that you were willing to risk hurting that sweet little Cora, my hot-piece-of-ass son, and your lover? Sounds a bit selfish to me..." She reached out and booped him on the nose playfully.

"It's not their blood it's..." He looked down at his hands. In the nightmare, the blood continued to appear and drip through his fingers. "It can't be... it just can't be..."

Suddenly, her face was right in front of his, a wicked smirk on her lips as her eyes glowed. "It can, and it is. How do they taste, Sabastian? How do your friends. Taste. "

"NO!" He tried to push her away, but she batted his hands away easily.

"You should have just stayed with me, Sabastian. I can make you feel good... I can make you feel so good. And in exchange, you will raise them with me... Our children." She leaned forward and caressed his face with her left hand, slipping her other hand down his chest and into his pants as he cringed.

 

[Drobabes]

After the officers were relieved of duty, Fran had been tasked to go down and collect the laundry, Aka, 'clean up the mess', before he could go back to his own bed. He knew the General wouldn't care if he stuck around for a bit with Quint, as, after all, that was his main purpose-to make sure the kids didn't completely lose their minds. If only Ray really knew how seriously he took his duties.

He saw that Quinton had not eaten his food, and that he had barely even moved from the position he had been left in. It made his stomach flip to see him so exposed, but with grim determination, he set to work on cleaning him up, using some of the goop that he still had left over from Sayori's experiment to help with the other cut marks he saw on his legs and, elsewhere. The only thing that he was grateful for in that moment was that Quint was out hard, absolutely exhausted from the ordeal.

He had just gathered up the laundry and dirty dishes and was about to head out, when he heard the zombie man start talking in his sleep.

"You've been a naughty boy Sabastian... It's not their blood it's... It can't be..."

Francis sighed, and then pulled a chair up to the bed. Making sure he was still facing the door, he sat down next to the bed and then maneuvered Quint over so that he was laying with his head on his lap. Very gently, he began to pet and stroke the mans hair.
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Quint had been filled with anxiety and fear. He watched the blood flow through the fingers of the little blond, and that creepy women with the fully violet eyes come so uncomfortably close. He could all but feel the way that Sabastian wanted to push her away, and the fear of turning into something demented. Just as he was about to try and reach out, wanting to scream with the man that it wasn't true, that they wouldn't turn into monsters, the scene changed, and suddenly he was walking through his own memories.

He was staring out over a crowd of people, his young body held high above them as his legs sat over the shoulders of a strong man. There was music, some kind of concert, although he couldn't remember what it was. When he looked down, he was looking into Francis's smiling face.

The scene shifted again, and this time, they were trekking through the snow. That same warm hand was holding his once more, and when he looked around the person who it belonged to, he saw a young Cora on his other side, her hand being held as well. She looked to be about thirteen, perhaps fourteen at the oldest, and her eyes were filled with wonder as they came up on a huge redwood that had been decorated so beautifully. Underneath it, there were all kinds of presents, and when Quinton looked up slightly, Francisco was staring down at him with a warm smile. This was their secret, a forbidden gift that neither himself nor Cora would ever speak of again, especially never in front of Ray. They would always have the memories, though.

The scene shifted just one more time, and the air around him was still cold. His nose was buried in Sayori's side as he cried, then came darkness. When the light came back, there was Francisco once more, his arms held open wide and waiting as he crawled to him. Those same arms then held him tightly, as if they were the only thing that could save him from the nightmare that was his reality.

I'm going to get you out of here Quint. I fucking swear to you. I'll finish it this time. I'll finish it, I promise.

 

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It was odd, as the next thing he knew, he was watching Quint on top of a man's shoulders. Was that... Francisco? But how... The dream was a nice one, and he couldn't help but feel calmed. He was then watching as they walked through the snow toward the redwood tree. He recognized this scene... It was from Quint's memory, though this time he got to see that Cora and Francisco were also there. And then... pain and sadness, tears on Sayori's shirt.

He wanted to comfort Quint, but he couldn't seem to reach him. It seemed as though Quint found his own comfort though as Francisco held him close, making what seemed like a very important promise. Quint's dream faded and once more he felt a sickening sense of dread.

He was then in that room in the prison, the father locking the door.

"Actually, I think it's time I tell you where he is. You see, Damien is actually locked in one of the cells here. He was being rude and acting dangerous toward myself, so I had to lock him away. I didn't want to, but he forced my hand. Now... I would be more than happy to release him as a favor to you, but... I thought that you might want to do a favor for me first." That smug fucking face of his smiled, Sabastian glaring back at him.

The scene fast-forwarded a little, Sabastian giving him his answer. "Fine... As long as you let us all leave, including Damien."

The father nodded and smiled. "Remove your clothes, Sabastian. I want to see that beautiful body of yours."

A ghostly echo came into the room of Margaret's voice, "Yes... take off your clothes, my naive butler boy. As if he'd actually let them go..." The sound of laughter echoed for a moment.

Shifting, the room changed once more. They were in a dimly-lit room, Cora on the bed crying and exhausted, her face flushed with pain. Then her soft voice came through, speaking to Sabastian directly.

"I'm sorry I'm even asking you Sabastian, I know it's all so fucked up, but thank you. I tried...I tried for so long to fix myself Sabastian and I couldn't do it. And then you two came along and I finally felt like I could be happy again. I forgot what that was like, to be happy on my own and not just looking at it through someone else's eyes... Thank you for giving me that." She breathed hard, looking as though she was struggling against waves of heat and dizziness.

"It's okay, and you're welcome. It hasn't been long, but you're a kick-ass chick, and I definitely consider you to be a friend. That's why I'll say this.... fight it. Don't give in until you've fought with every piece of you. I know you're strong, and I believe you can make it through this. Just don't fucking give up. Don't decide you won't make it through before you try." Sabastian had held her face in his hands, crying as he looked into the face of someone he was scared to death of losing.

Once again, Margaret appeared, leaning over his shoulder as Cora laid down and breathed hard, sweat on her brow. "Isn't it your fault she's like this? Shouldn't you have been able to sense that zombie?"

Sabasitan turned to her and wiped his tears, "no... I can't sense them until they've turned."

"Oooh, don't give me that, Sabastian. You probably had a minute or two where she was fully turned where you could have prevented this. That is... if you weren't so focused on yourself. Sure, a friend of yours died, but that doesn't mean you can neglect your other friends, does it? You were just sooo wrapped up in yourself." She grinned at him.

"Go away..." Sabastian cried pathetically, afraid of what she was saying. It was like every self doubt had been personified into Margaret. Though she was true to life, despite being a figment of his nightmares.

 

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Who was that guy? He didn't like that smug smile anymore than Sabastian did, as it reminded him so much of Niles. The next thing he knew, he was hearing that women. What was her name? Was she actually Damien's mother? Whoever she was, Quint wanted to knock her fucking teeth out. She had no right to be talking to him like that, and especially not when he was trying to help Cory. How dare she-as if Sabastian wouldn't have done everything in his power to keep her from being bit if he could have.

Quint rejected her, hard, fueling his thoughts with every single moment of rebellion that he had ever given Kuznet. These types of people were wrong, Sabastian was not weak or useless, he could feel it and see it in the love that he had pulled forth from Cora.

He wanted to tell him this, to voice it out loud into words that could be understood, but it seemed as if they were switching once again.

Suddenly it was dark once more. A dark hallway, the only light coming from the various electronics around the house. He was much smaller now, his head barely coming above the railing of the stairs as he walked, hand in hand with Cory, to their parents bedroom.

"Quinton we can't..."

"Hush Cory. We have to. Dad said we could tell him anything, anything at all, and he would always love us. We have to tell him Cory."

He felt her sweaty little palm squeeze his fingers, but he kept going. Time seemed to fast forward a little bit, and suddenly they were standing in front of a door, partway open as they both peered into the dim moonlight. Their parents were both asleep in bed, but just as Quint started to take a step forward, a familiar figure stepped out of the shadows.

It was a much younger officer Niles, possibly only just gotten out of his late teenage years. He held a silenced pistol in one hand, pointing it at their heads, and his white teeth glowed in the darkness like the Cheshire cat's grin.

The scene changed again, and now they were somewhere cold. Somewhere with white tiles underneath their feet and bright fluorescent lights overhead. Cora was strapped down to a square table, her ankles cuffed to the bottom of the wood legs, and her hands pulled out to either side of her. She was naked.

Quint didn't want to revisit this memory. He wanted to run away, think of anything, anything else but this, but he couldn't. It was as if Kuznet himself had a hold of the strings on his memories and was pulling him in.

"Tell her Quinton."

"I can't...please stop..."

He was pleading, fighting the bonds that held his hands behind his back.

"Tell her what she has Quinton. Tell her what a juicy little pussy she has."

"NO!"

"You don't get to say no, Quinton! If you wanted to say no, then you should have stayed in bed and held your piss in like an obedient child!"

Suddenly he was being shoved forward, towards Cora, and then...it shifted.

Almost mercifully, as if even just her memory had a life of it's own, there she was. His Sarah.

They sat high up in the branches of a tree, staring down across the hills as the moon rose high and everything was painted in soft pale light. In their hands, they each had a beer, and they clinked them together before taking a slow drink.

"If you could have anything, anything in the world Quint, what would you want? And you can't say me."

"Damn. Hmm... I guess... I think I would want a cure for cancer."

The look on Sarah's face made him laugh, and then he put his hand up.

"No, really. If I could have anything, then I would want the power to take away something that causes so much pain. I don't want to fix all the problems of the world, but if I could take even a little of the pain away...you know, I really think that would make me happy."

 

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He was grateful for the shift, but he wouldn't be for long. Sabastian watched a younger Cora and Quinton going to their parents room, looking in to see a man waiting for them. It looked like that officer that Sayori had said tortured her and took advantage of her. That smile sent a shiver down his spine, the smile almost looking smug and playful as though the voice that accompanied it would have said, "haha, got you!"

The next thing he was greeted with was a horrific sight. He reeled at the sudden and unexpected vision of Cora strapped down, naked like that. Whatever this memory or dream was, he didn't want it. Looking over, he saw Quint and Kuznet, the general telling him to say... Sabastian's horror only grew as he heard what Kuznet said, watching as Quint was pushed forward and-

Oh god. He was so shaken by that previous dream that he almost didn't hear what they were saying in the third one. What a sick fuck Kuznet was. How the fuck could anyone be so sick and twisted?! He eventually found himself focusing back on his dream, listening to his and Sarah's conversation. It seemed so peaceful, and based on what Quint said, he knew in his heart that he was a really good man. His own heart ached for Quint, wishing that he could take away these memories, dreams, whatever they were if they really had happened. He wasn't sure what was happening, this dream state being so confusing. It was hard to tell what was real and what wasn't.

Once more though, he found himself drifting back to his own dreams. He couldn't breathe, struggling as four appendages held him down.

"Don't be so stubborn, Sabastian. All you have to do is lick that pussy until I cum. You've got the tongue for it now, so why not use it?" Margaret perched above him, her thighs on either side of his face as she pressed herself against his mouth. God it was fucking disgusting having a pussy forced upon him. It wasn't as though there was anything he could do though, the woman holding him helplessly beneath her.

He felt so revolted, but he opened his mouth and started licking, running his tongue up and down her slit as he held his breath. She eased up on him, allowing him to breathe now that he was being compliant.

"Oh yes... You're doing well. God, I've wanted you for so long Sabastian, you have no idea," she moaned, reaching up and playing with her breasts. He glowered at her. Of course he knew, she had been harassing him for years now.

"Mm, babe. Slide your tongue up inside me. Extend it and fuck me with that long tongue of yours."

Sabastian almost gagged at the thought of her juices dripping over his tongue. Though he did extend his tongue a little and start half-heartedly shoving it in her.

She sighed and looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "come on now, I know you can do better than that. It's a shame Damien's not here. I'm sure he could show you how to please a lady. He's got a big cock, but he's really talented with his tongue as well, just ask Bertia the maid. Oh wait, she's dead! Whoops!" Margaret laughed as though she had told a funny joke, leaning over and picking up a martini from her nightstand before drinking several gulps and setting it back down. "Anyway, we just need to wait for him to come home and then we can really have some fun. I've only ever watched him do it, so it'll be fun to get a slice of that for myself."

Okay, now he really wanted to throw up, withdrawing his tongue and growling, "you're fucking sick, you know that?"

Margaret chuckled, "oh, you're just feeling left out. Don't worry, Damien would please you too if his Mommy asked him nicely." She grinned down at him. "What do you think of that? Damien's cock reaching so deep into that little femboy ass of yours? God, that fucking turns me on." She moaned and reached down, pulling his face back against her pussy as she grinded her hips against him.

The dream shifted and he was standing at the door of the auto-shop, an intense sadness in his heart as he was about to leave them. Those three beautiful people asleep in their sleeping bags. He couldn't stay, couldn't put them in danger after that. Looking down, he locked eyes with Bowie, the violet-eyed snake seemingly hoping that he would change his mind.

Crouching down, he said his goodbye with a heavy heart. "I have to leave, buddy. I can't stay here and put them in danger. Please watch over them for me, will you? Take care of them, and make sure that Vin doesn't hurt himself, okay?" With that, he turned and left, leaving a bit of his heart there with them.

 

[Drobabes]

The feeling of suffocating was awful, making his body flinch and spasm in his sleep as he tried to fight it off. He felt like a prisoner, not just from being held down, but from the dreams themselves. He couldn't do anything to fight it, having to simply watch and feel the revolting actions being done to Sabastian.

It was that women again! And she was...oh god, was she as bad as Kuznet? Maybe not, but he couldn't help but wonder, if this was a real memory and she actually was Damien' mother as she claimed, what kind of twisted thoughts she might have fed her son growing up.

He didn't have too much time to think on it, as the next thing he saw was a door, and...was that Bowie? No, there was no way. That snake was way too young, and it's eyes were different. Wait, why was he leaving? Why did he have to go?

Quint felt such sorrow from that last dream that it seemed to catapult him back into his own.

"Cory?! Please, please...just pick up the phone, I can't... Cora, she's sick. Sarah's sick with that fever, and, no one's answering! The police, the hospitals, the firefighters, fucking no one will answer the phone! I don't know what to do" he sobbed, and behind him, he could hear her puking again.

"Quint! Get off the phone! She didn't answer the last thirty times you called, we have to go get help!"

"Fuck!"

His hand, he saw it as he slammed the little device down, and then he turned and went to her.

"Sarah, baby, look at me. I'm going to go get help, ok? I'm going to get help..."

He then looked over, seeing Brandon coming over with keys in his hands.

"Go, take my truck. I'll stay here and hold the fort down."

The keys were passed off, and then the scene shifted again. Quint was driving. There was chaos in the streets, and for a moment, he had to pull over. People were running around, some seemingly being chased, and the road was blocked by a huge pile-up. His hands were shaking, and he looked over to the passenger seat.

"I can't, but...I'm sorry Cora, I don't have a choice!"

He grabbed the cell that was sitting there, and then, he dialed in a number. They picked up on the third ring.

"Quinton?!"

"Francis she's...Francis, she's dying! Please, please just help her..."

"Quinton..."

He could hear the fear in his voice, and he knew that he had fucked up. But what choice did he have? He would rather let Kuznet capture him than let Sarah die.

"Where are you?"

"I'm next to-AAH!"

Suddenly there was a throbbing, stabbing, red hot poker pain behind both of his eyes, and he let the phone drop to the floor.

"Quint? Quint?!"

"AAHH!"

He woke up yelling, holding his hands over his eyes. His body was drenched in sweat, and his side ached, both from his severed limb and the knife that Kuznet had dug around in there last night. It took him a few moments of heavy breathing, and his eyes looking around the room wildly to realize that it had just been a dream.

"Just a dream..." he panted, leaning back a bit. And then, he jumped out of bed with a start.

"FUCK!"

He started pacing around the room, his hands going to either side of his head as he gripped his hair and his tentacles came out to wave around in wild agitation. Just how much of that had been dreams? How much of that was memories? And what had Sabastian seen?!

"No no no no!"

 

[Poprockz]

He willingly shifted to a dream about Quint again, watching Sarah be sick in the background as Quint tried to call Cora. He wondered if this was about the time Damien had Cora at his cabin. He felt the panic and desperation from Quint, his heart wrenching as he said goodbye to Sarah and left. She wasn’t to make it-he already knew the spoilers to this movie. He wished he could tell Quint to stay with her till the end, but he couldn’t. He could only watch as Quint drove away and called... Francisco again?

It seemed like Quint was very fond of this man, the officer playing a key roll in his better memories or dreams. He watched as he begged for help, the man on the other end sounding as though he wished Quint had never dialed his number. The next thing he knew, he could feel that stabbing pain in his eyes, recognizing that pain as part of the change. He had been hiding out in that room when he had felt it come over himself, the pain having been intense.

Sabastian hadn’t spoken in his dreams, but he had made noises of distress. He slowly stirred, coming back to consciousness. God those were mostly awful dreams. He wasn’t sure why he was dreaming about Quint, but it almost felt like they had been linked in their sleep. The little blonde yawned and used the toilet, noting that Sayori was still sleeping peacefully under her blanket. She was smiling in her sleep, as though she was having a good dream.

Going back to his bed, he sat down and scooted back until the wall was against his back, though he suddenly felt extreme agitation from Quint. He wasn’t sure what was going on over there, but he figured the man might still be a bit sensitive after what happened yesterday. For that reason, he simply crossed his legs and breathed, trying to keep himself calm.

Over in the other cell, Sayori dreamily stretched in her bed, her eyes slowly opening and looking around the room. The flush of the toilet had jostled her from her sleep. While she wanted to stay under that toasty blanket, she also had to use the restroom, the little lady sighing and pulling the blanket back. When she stood, she paused for a moment, reaching down and lifting her shirt a bit.

Her eyes widened when she saw that her stomach was starting to grow a bit, the eggs developing inside her. Letting her shirt go back down, she used the facilities and then hopped back into bed, snuggling herself against its comforting warmth. She was already hungry, her stomach growling, but she knew that Francisco would be by with food sooner or later. Taking out the phone, she started scrolling through the music again, selecting certain ones and creating a playlist.

 

[Drobabes]

Quint was still pacing around when the door opened. Immediately he froze, forcing himself to put his arms and extras limbs down and take a more casual stance.

"Honey! I'm home-aaand you're mad again. Jesus Quint, can you not go a day without starting shit?"

The half zombie let out a small sigh, but then his eyes widened a bit and he looked around Francisco.

"Is Ray with you?"

"No...?"

"Is he coming down here?"

"No. Quint, calm down, do you want me to go get you a shot?"

Fran hadn't seen him this agitated in a while, and he wondered if last night had somehow been worse than normal. Or perhaps it was because it had been so long... A look of guilt and pain came over the older man's face, and Quint frowned.

"No, I don't need any medicine, but we need to talk."
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Kuznet was in his room, pulling out a few items from an old box that he had been carrying around for many years. There was a small box of red silk, which he opened and thumbed the small pearl necklace inside. It was a choker necklace, meant to be worn tight around the neck, and it had long since been cleaned of the blood that once stained it. The knock on his door drew his curiosity, and he closed the box, depositing it in his pocket before speaking.

"It's open."

"Sweet baby Ray's, what are up to? Reminiscing?"

"Hmm...no. It's the little lambs birthday today, did you know that?"

"Missed the memo. But hey, speaking of memos-look what just came! That autopsy report."

Kuznet turned then, taking the paper work from Francis and proceeding to sit down while he scanned it over.

"Interesting, ain't it?" Fran asked with a grin. Although, what he would have like to say was 'terrifying'.

"Very. Is there something else you wanted Fran?"

"How could you tell?"

Without looking up from the report, the General smiled before answering.

"You only ever hand deliver when you are trying to butter me up. What would you like?"

"I wanted to test their link, but from a bit closer. Quinton was saying to he could feel the little blonds emotions, so I wonder, if they were closer to each other..."

"They could perhaps feel something more?"

"Exactly! And I figured, you might want some alone time with the doll, especially if it's her birthday."

Kuznet's eyes roamed up from the document, his hand pausing briefly as he held the paper up in the air, poised to flip it over.

"Hmm."

He finished flipping the page.

"Very well. There's a torch under my desk-do not take any risks with mutiny."

Fran's grin was ear to ear as he shut the door behind him, but it dropped the second he turned around.

Would never dream of it.
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Perhaps an hour after they woke up, Francis came down with breakfast, cheery as ever.

"Well now, I don't know about you two, but I slept like a rock."

He laughed loudly, and then he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a pair of cuffs.

"As soon as you're done with breakfast, Sabastian, we're going to take a little walk. There's an experiment we've been waiting to test, oh but don't worry! It won't be anything painful."

Unless you make it painful.

 

[Poprockz]

When Sayori heard footsteps, she hid the phone under her pillow, turning over to find that it was only Francisco. She relaxed and smiled at him as he entered.

“I slept very well too! Though I have to say that if you hadn’t come soon, I might have dug myself a tunnel out of here just for a bite to eat! I’m super hungry.” She moves into a sitting position at the edge of her bed, accepting the breakfast he handed her. It was scrambled eggs, wheat toast, hash browns, and orange slices. Her mouth watered as she looked at it, eagerly grabbing her spork and starting to eat.

Leaning against the divide of their rooms, Sabastian raised an eyebrow. “I don’t even know why you guys handcuff me. With those drugs you dose me with, I bet even a small child could whoop my ass and take my lunch money.” He walked over and pulled up a chair again, sitting down and reaching out for his own breakfast. The little blonde winced slightly, shifting his body a little. His body was not thanking him for sleeping all night with a stiff body cuff around his torso.

“Anyway, I’m more than happy to put the cuffs on as long as you don’t bring out that bag soaked in tea tree oil. It’s fucking awful. Part of me wonders if that creepy guy was just being a dick since I told him I recognized his smell from when he was stalking us. Maybe he thought I was implying he had bad hygiene or something.” Sabastian shrugged and opened his container, frowning at the eggs before poking at them with his fork. “Fucking mushrooms...” he muttered. They were chopped up small so it wasn’t like he could pick them out at this point.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis smiled at her, taking a seat on the end of her bed and letting out his usual groan before he reclined back. The handcuffs were simply sat atop his waist.

"Well, if you're planning on going all Shaw Shank Redemption on us, at least let me give you a map so you can avoid the sewage system."

At Sabastian's little comment, he just chuckled. He didn't choose to say anything until he brought up the tea tree oil, at which point, he leaned his head forward off the wall a bit and almost uncrossed his arms.

"Who? Johnny boy did that to you? What an ass" he laughed.

"He's not so bad once he warms up to you a bit. Although, you definitely don't want to touch his camera. His face will turn redder than a roma tomato."

He looked as if he was about to say something else, but then decided not to. Instead, he simply stared down at Sabastian with peculiar smile, and then he turned back to Sayori.

"So a little birdy told me that it's someone's birthday today. You might be getting a little extra attention today, won't that be nice?"

 

[Poprockz]

"Yeah... I don't know." Sabastian didn't really think Jonathan would "warm up" to him. The creepy bastard already made it clear that he he preferred it when Sabastian wasn't conscious.

Sayori looked very surprised and a bit embarrassed when Francisco made a comment about her birthday, "what? How did you..?" She wasn't sure how it had come to their attention. Granted, she had mentioned that it was "her sister's birthday" today, but Francisco and Sabastian had been the ones in the room, and neither of them seemed to suspect that she was telling a little fib. In addition, Francisco made it sound like someone else had told him, which begged the question of who? The only ones it could have been were Niles, Jonathan, or Kuznet himself. They would have had to have been watching and listening in too, interested enough to think anything of it.

In conclusion... It had probably been Kuznet, having watched from the camera. She looked up at the camera and then back to Francisco, letting out a little chuckle while scratching the back of her head nervously. "You guys saw right through me, it would seem. I don't need any kind of special treatment or anything, but that's very nice of you guys to think of me." By "you guys" she really only meant Francisco and Kuznet. Jonathan was probably pretty neutral toward her, but Niles hated her guts.

Munching on his toast, Sabastian felt a little bit apprehensive at the mention of "extra attention." That couldn't be good, especially since she would be left alone presumably with Kuznet. Not that he could have done anything for her if Kuznet wanted to do anything to her while he was there, but it gave him more privacy which worried him for some reason. Sighing, he looked at Francisco. "Did you drug my food? Because if you did, then I suggest you drug me outright today with an actual injection. I fucking hate mushrooms, so I won't be eating the eggs. I'd love to, believe me, but if I try to eat them, then I'm going to be cleaning up the floor again."

It wasn't that he wanted to be drugged, but he didn't want them to get pissy with him and vicariously with Sayori if they thought he was being stubborn.

 

[Drobabes]

Francis gave her an amused smile as she tried to put the pieces together. It was likely that Kuznet had a lot more than just her birthday on one of his files, likely having dug through any history he could get of her or any past contacts.

"I fucking hate mushrooms, so I won't be eating the eggs. I'd love to, believe me, but if I try to eat them, then I'm going to be cleaning up the floor again."

Fran looked back over at him and for a long moment simply stared him down. He was tempted to tell him to just eat the goddamn food-not only was it wasteful, but he didn't really have a choice in the matter. He was lucky Niles wasn't bringing him dinner, the twisted fuck would have served him up nothing but mushroom soup for a week straight and then made him eat it again if he puked it up. However, he didn't want to waste time.

Sitting up a bit, he pulled open his vest pocket and pulled out a syringe that was already loaded-seemingly for if they needed to use it quickly. He then untwisted the cap, tapped the air out, and then gestured for him to come over. Once he did, he only gave him half the dose, then twisted the cap back on. If he had to, he would use the rest of it, but Francis wanted him to be with it when he was answering his questions.

"Finish eating, and then we're going to head out."

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian stared right back at him. It wasn't as much the taste he had a problem with (though he didn't like that either)- it was more the fucking texture of those spongy little fucks. If they wanted to be successful in drugging him with them, they would either have to blend the mixture, or learn more about his anatomy. It hadn't occurred to him, but technically he could force-feed himself with one of his appendages. It worked kind of like an elephant's trunk to suck up items before disbursing them down a throat. It was how he would have to harvest the eggs inside Sayori.

He complied with Francisco's nonverbal commands, letting him inject him before sitting down and nodding at the man's command. It didn't take him long to eat the toast, hashbrowns, and orange, the little man sighing as he closed his container. Sayori had finished before him, having been very hungry and having had a head-start. She watched Sabastian get out of his chair, the woman wondering what tests they were going to do with him.

When Quint was "taken for walks" it hadn't sounded fun, so she was hoping they didn't do anything too painful and that Francisco was being genuine.

"I'm ready." He said, glancing at Sayori and smiling, "I'll see you later, birthday girl."

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It had been a very quiet drive from the auto shop toward Vin's hometown. Personally, Maverick was grateful for something to focus on, the man having insisted on taking the wheel, terrified of having idle hands and an idle mind. Sitting in the passenger seat would only draw him toward the image of her, lying on the floor of the auto-shop. He felt numb, not quite sure what he even felt. All he knew was that he didn't want to accept it or think about it, yet at the same time he couldn't pretend that everything was simply okay.

They neared one of the exit signs for the town, Maverick glancing at Lizz momentarily, "do you want me to take the main exit, or is there another road to your friend's cabin?"

 

[Drobabes]

Francis turned him around and cuffed him, and then he pulled a black bag out from his pocket. Unlike the one that Jonathon had forced on him, this one was clean. He made no move to put it on Sabastian just yet, but he did keep it out as he walked them out of the cells and down the hall. Once they were at the elevators and began to descend, Francis lost whatever traces of good humour he had had before.

He didn't say a word until they had descended for quite some time, and then he looked down at him out of the corner of his eye.

"I would blindfold you but I don't think it will matter. There's only so many ways this can go."
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Lizz sat up a bit, pulling the sleeping bag off of her lap and bundling it up. It had honestly been a bit hot, but she had wanted something to hold in her lap, the fear lurking around the corners of her mind. She couldn't explain what had happened back at the shop, but every time she stopped to think, all she could remember was the fear in Vin's voice.

"Go ahead and take the main exit, but then pull over as soon as you're off the freeway. I'm going to take over from here; it's a bit of a back roads to get to the house, and it will be better if I'm the one driving when we pull up."

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian simply walked with him, the silence not really bothering him until they got in the elevator. The officer was a weird one, bright and cheery one moment, serious and intimidating the next. The blonde looked at him sideways and said, "I never thought I'd say this, but when you say shit like that, it almost makes me actually want the blindfold." He sighed and shifted slightly. God that torso-shackle was chafing him like nobody's business.

The way he spoke made it sound like he was about to go into a life-or-death situation, the blonde secretly feeling extremely anxious about what was in store for him at the end of this elevator ride.

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Nodding, Maverick continued to drive for a little bit until he turned off the highway into the exit to the town. Once it felt like they were in a good spot, he pulled over and took a crowbar from under his seat and looked around just to be safe. He got out and left the door open, not wanting to slam it until they were actually taking off. Maverick then walked around to her side of the car and opened the door for her, waited for her to get out, and hopped into the car himself.

He didn't know jack shit about Delvin's sister. Hell, he didn't know much about any of them having only met them recently. Still, where else was he going to go, and what else would he have done? The least he could do was to get Lizz to the cabin before he... well, he hadn't quite figured that out yet. He didn't feel like offing himself, nor did he feel like staying or going. He simply didn't feel like doing anything at all.

 

[Drobabes]

Francisco smiled just a bit at his response. Perhaps blindfolding the little blond would be a mercy, if he were normal. As it were, not only would he be hearing the cries of those animals, but he would be feeling their pain and fear as well. Even Francis himself wasn't exactly immune to it, as he could all but feel the sorrow they expressed through their frantic pleas. Pleas for food, for water, for sunlight...for freedom.

Of all the things Kuznet had ever kept, those animals made him feel the worst. They simply couldn't understand the depravity they were being subjected to, or why it was happening to them. Francis didn't even understand how Quint could deal with it, day in and day out. If he could actually feel it, it would have broke him.

...

Soon enough, they were finally at the bottom, and just before the doors slid themselves open, Francis braces himself. For the cries, and for the little blond that he prayed he would not have to kill.
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Quint was worried about what Francis was going to do. After he had told him what had happened, he had gotten that funny look in his eye, and that little smile that hinted at that darkness in his soul. That little place deep inside of him that had been broken long ago.

He knew Fran was a good person-he never would have followed him if he wasn't...but he was broken, and Quint knew that he was always just one wrong move away from losing it. The only thing that kept him sane was his need for penance.

Pain...

Why?...

Quint shivered. It wasn't actual words that came to his mind, but his human brain recognized the emotions and confusion and put words to make meaning of it. Ever since he had been put down here, he could feel them, and ever since he had figured out what it was, he had tried to relieve them. It wasn't easy, as they couldn't really understand, but he tried nonetheless. He thought that if they had perhaps been able to fully change, they may have had an opportunity to learn, to accept, but something had happened to them to stop the disease from fully becoming one with their bodies, and it was this strange stunted growth that had brought them under Kuznet's eye, perhaps with the intention of finding a cure.

Quint shut his eyes, and through the bond they all shared, he remembered some of his favourite hikes. He remembered the way the sun had warmed his skin, and the refreshing chill of an out of season rain as it slowly wetted his shirt. He remembered the way the branches felt running through his fingers, and the fresh smell of the open air.

He was just beginning to feel them calm themselves when something else tugged at his mind, causing him to lose his concentration and look towards the door. The animals were becoming agitated once more, and this time, he couldn't stop them from working themselves up into that panic inducing state.

"Francis what the hell are you doing?"
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Lizz drove them across the outskirts of town, her eyes peeled on any roads leading into it. She simply wanted to get there quickly and not have anyone, if they were still alive, know she was home. Once they got to the dirt, she switched gears on the truck and then began the long journey on that bumpy old backroad.

The 'road' was nothing more than a tractored out trail in dry, dusty dirt that was wide enough for two trucks. There were too many potholes, blind corners, and loose rocks to go much more than twenty miles per hour, so unfortunately it took them about fourty minutes to reach the steep driveway. Once they did reach it, Lizz had to jump out and manually twist an old lock with a basic number combination, to get the heavy chains opened to swing the old, heavy metal gate open. As soon as it was open, she got the truck through, then hopped out to shut and lock it behind her.

The driveway was steep, but not so much that it made one feel unsafe. At the end of it, and it could be seen through the huge redwoods whose roots held the hill together, was a very large cabin, easily large enough to fit four or five rooms, not including the kitchen and living room. On either side of the cabin there was a jungle of fruit trees, wild berry bushes, root vegetables, and an almost unrecognizable about of other various vegetables, all seemingly growing in harmony with one another. It looked as it none of it had ever been worked like a farm, as if it had all naturally just occurred one day, although that could not be farther from the truth.

Throughout the yard, which was easily an acre just around the front of the house but seemed to run much farther in the back, there were a small multitude of animals. Chickens, a few ducks, a few goats, three horses, and seemingly just fitting in with the neighborhood, a small herd of deer. The deer consisted of a few does, a few babies, one large buck, and a much older, scraggly looking old buck that was keeping more to itself at the far edge.

Lizz pulled the truck up slowly, and then killed the engine, not wanting to scare the deer off. The other animals were used to vehicles, but the deer were a rare sight, and one she immensely enjoyed seeing.

"That old buck looks like he's on his last legs" she whispered, putting her arms up on the steering wheel.

"I bet he came here for a little peace and quie-"

She let out a startled squeak, watching as an arrow suddenly plunged itself deep into the beasts chest, and it fell over, dieing almost instantly. Not a moment later, a women stepped out from the side of the house, holding the bow that had shot it.

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