A/N: Tfw you ought to be updating a fic but implusive inspiration takes a hold of you and runs off screaming -shrugs helplessly-
This drabble is based off a crack AU originating on tumblr where Anakin starts to hear the instrumental music that we all know and love (i.e the Force theme, Imperial March) originating from users spookphantom and goddesofroyalty. All credit (and to the others who added onto their ideas) goes to them for this wonderful AU idea!
Edit: I apologize for the weird coding in the original upload-for some reason this happens with my uploads sometimes and I don't know why :(
Anakin wonders what is up with villains and electrocuting their captives. Dooku, he understood. The man could summon force lightning at will. It was quick and an effective torture tool for the count.
It was the non-force wielders he didn't understand. Were electrocution torture devices on sale at Evil-R-Us? It just seemed too coincidental that everyone happened to have a spare electrocution device lying around.
He grimaced, as another muscle spasm pulsed through his body. If he ever turned to the dark side, he vowed he would not use electrocution on anyone. It was a fate no one was deserving of.
Especially when certain protocols are set in place to keep a perfectly healthy Jedi Knight from his duties. He was regretting his snide remark about being electrocuted for the gazillionth time.
If Obiwan was with him, his silver tongue of his could've freed from Anakin's impending doom. Alas, he was not, and Anakin was stuck in a med bay for a few days. That was why he was currently fiddling around with his hand prosthetic. To say he was bored was an understatement.
The healers had given a plain white room and basically commanded him to rest. Anakin was staying awake out of spite. If he was a normal humanoid, he would've succumbed to the sleep pills ages ago.
But it was rather difficult to force a stubborn jedi to rest when they had a powerful ally in the Force. Even soft lullaby music wasn't enough to put him in a sleepy state.
…seriously where was that coming from? He had spent a good hour searching for a hidden speaker to no avail. There was nothing in the white, blank, four-wall room that indicated such. It was as if an invisible orchestra was gathered around his bed. It was…unnerving to say the least.
The door abruptly slid open and Anakin wasn't sure what he was more shocked about. The fact that the person wasn't another bossy healer or that the music transitioned into a sad, wistful wind-wood instrument solo. One that sounded similar to a Torguta instrument that Ahsoka once demonstrated for him.
But his shock quickly grew into denial. It had to be a coincidence that a Togruta instrument had a solo right when she arrived. Just like it was a coincidence that all those villains had electrocution torture devices.
"Sky-guy!" He is broken out of his trance as his apprentice embraced him in a tight hug.
"It's nice to see you too, Snips," He grins, returning the hug.
As the two release from their hug, he had a better look of Ahsoka's face. She looked relieved–he had really scared her, hadn't he?
Before he could even feel slightly guilty, a punch was thrown at his shoulder.
"Hey!" He indignantly exclaimed as he half-heartedly rubbed his shoulder.
"That," She concluded, "Was scaring the kriff out of me when I heard you were in the medic-bay. You really need to avoid being electrocuted–I thought you were on death's doorstep this time!"
"First of all, language," He poked her shoulder teasingly before continuing, "Second of all, this is a valuable lesson, my dear padawan. In why you should be careful with your discretion with healers. Lest they bound you to a room for something so small as a little electrocution."
Ahsoka snorted, her lips twitching upwards at her master's words. "How long have you laid here in cold, miserable, silence, master?"
Anakin frowned. Silence? Could she not hear the music emanating all around them?
He opened his mouth to respond–when the music abruptly changed. The serene and wistful lullabies of before became an ominous dark sound. It wasn't subtle, like a snake moving through the grass silently. It was loud and abrasive, the brass instruments practically screaming "EVIL!" at top of their lungs.
Both he and Ahsoka looked up, startled by an unexpected arrival.
"Hello, Anakin, my boy,"