Time for Torture!
Author note: I do not own 'Count Cain: Godchild.' Nor do I own any of the characters.
To make this clear, this fic is NOT a Truth or Dare fic in which you can submit truths and dares through reviews and stuff. I myself am going to think of all the tortures to inflict upon the characters, mainly because ...
1. I would technically be breaking the rules of fanfiction if I allowed this to become a Truth or Dare fic, namely rule number 5 of 'Entries not Allowed' in the Rules and Guidelines.
AND
2. That would not be good for any of us if I did break the rules, because I would be suspended or banned, and all my fics would be deleted.
If I even see ONE review suggesting any 'truths and dares,' I will delete it, so don't bother submitting any. Got it?
Warning: Violence, mentioned swearing, randomness, insults, probably lots of OOCness, self-insert (yes people, I'm in this fic because I'm doing the torture upon the characters), and probably lots of mentioned pairings or actual pairings.
I hope you people read and enjoy! Thanks!
Episode 1
"IT'S TIME FOR TORTURE! With your host, Mystical Authoress!" the announcer shouted from the loudspeakers.
The crowd cheered as fog covered the entire stage. A figure cloaked in black emerged at the left side of the stage out of nowhere, waving. If one looked carefully, they could see the figure's colour-changing eyes, from dark green to light blue to purple, and so on...
"Welcome...to Time for Torture." The figure spoke in an evil voice. "I am Mystical Authoress, and on this show, you guys get to see your favourite or not-so-favourite characters get tortured! Whether it's being hung upside down over a tank of piranhas or getting scared out of their wits, we've got it all...MWAHAHAHAHAHA-aack! Ow...aargh..." the fanfiction author coughed a few times after attempting an evil laugh. "Okay, I obviously need to work on that."
A spotlight came up on a rectangular black box which was the about the size of four portable toilets put together. "This thing is basically what I'd like to call the Box of Illusions." Mystical continued. "The people that are going to get tortured are put in this device, and we get to watch what happens to them on a video screen." A large black video screen emerged from the ceiling. "Whatever happens in there isn't real, so it's not like the characters are going to get killed or anything like that in real life, because that would be too cruel." The video screen disappeared at the snap of the author's fingers.
"Okay, now onto the characters. For this episode specifically, I figured we should start with some familiar people, namely, the people one writes about most in their fanfics, or at least in the Count Cain: Godchild category. So...give a great big welcome to Cain Hargreaves, Riffael Raffit, Jizabel Disraeli, Cassian, and Maryweather Hargreaves!"
The crowd cheered as the five mentioned characters appeared onstage, tied to chairs (as they kept TRYING to escape earlier before the started).
"Big brother...why are we here again?" Maryweather groaned, trying to get loose from her chair.
"Mister or Miss Authoress, Lord Cain demands that you let us go this instant." Riff spoke to Mystical, trying his best to stay calm. "I do not understand why we should be on this show and why we're getting tortured."
"The answer is obvious, Riff." Mystical responded, pointing at the audience. "There's CainxRiff fangirls and JizabelxCassian fangirls everywhere. And I'm sure there's at least a couple fangirls that like OscarxMaryweather, CassandraxJizabel, and CainxJizabel, too. And besides that...well...yeah. It's basically for the sake of the fangirls."
"I LOVE YOU CAIN AND RIFF!" a fangirl screamed, trying to climb onstage. One of the security guards dragged her out of the room as she continued shouting. "YOU TWO ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!"
Cain and Riff went pale at that remark as Cassian gagged slightly.
"Me with OSCAR!? NO!" Maryweather shouted in protest. "He's a ridiculous fop, you hear me!?"
"WHAAAAT!?" Oscar was heard crying out from the audience. "Mary! I love you!"
"REJECTED!" all the other characters sitting with the audience sang.
"Shut up!"
"Everyone calm down already!" Mystical shouted through a megaphone. Everyone else went silent immediately. "Thank you. I thought up all the tortures myself, before you ask, and so...let's get on with the show!" the fanfiction author proclaimed, throwing aside the megaphone.
"Mystical?" everyone turned to Jizabel, who had spoken up. "Are you female...or male...or an it? I'm just wondering..."
"Well...I'm a shift-shaper, doctor, so you could technically call me an it." Mystical responded. "Expect me to be this cloaked form most of the time."
"What sort of things can you shift-shape into?"
"Well...I could transform into Cassandra, or Alexis, or Cain, or Riff, or anyone else, really. There's not limit to that ability. I could even become a gigantic blob that eats anything I wanted to."
"Prove it." Alexis' voice spoke from the audience.
"Fine." The fanfiction author glowed with an immense light before it faded, revealing a large, dark green blob with crimson eyes, glaring at the Cardmaster. Its gooey mouth opened with a maw of silvery teeth, sharper than any sword in existence, and the blob let out a roar. Some filmy saliva dripped the creature's mouth and onto the floor.
"Okay, OKAY! JUST TURN BACK TO NORMAL!" Alexis screeched in a falsetto, curling up into the fetal position. "I won't question you any further..."
"Disgusting." Cassandra commented, glancing at the small pool of saliva. "Although I do admit that ability to change one's form is somewhat impressive..."
"Okay, NOW we're getting on with the show." Mystical spoke, having changed back to the cloaked form. "We're going to shove Cain, Riff, Jizabel, Cassian and Maryweather into the Box of Illusions. Security, you know what to do."
The security guards immediately carried the protesting five into the Box before closing the door and locking it.
The video screen appeared from the ceiling before flicking on.
"Now...let us witness the chaos."
Jizabel, Cain, Cassian, Riff and Maryweather stared around. "Where are we?" Cain asked, confused.
"Yeah, I thought we're supposed to get tortured here; not locked in a room with no windows and doors..." Cassian trailed off, looking around. "This is very weird."
"MWAHAHAHAHA!" the evil laugh came out of nowhere. Riff let out a falsetto shriek, a look of fear was on his face. Cain just stared at his butler, completely appalled by the manservant's reaction. "YOU SHALL ALL SUFFER FROM THE WRATH OF THE PAINTBALLS!"
"What? What are paintballs?" Maryweather asked.
"...Paintballs are plastic spheres covered with lots of paint, and we shoot them at you. And before you ask who's shooting these things at you, it's me and Justice. Got it?" another voice sounded.
"Ida, you're not supposed to tell them THAT!" the other voice argued.
"Shut up, Justice; we have a job to do, and that is to shoot these guys with paintballs. Alright?"
"Fine..." Justice was heard sighing before shouting, "FIRE!"
One of the walls in the room opened up to reveal several cannons, rifles, guns, etc...all loaded with paintballs. Jizabel swallowed nervously before shouting,
"RUN!"
Rata-ta-tat! The paintballs came bombarding towards the five, who shrieked and ran around, trying their best not get to hit. It didn't help that the room was quite small, and so almost everyone kept running into each other.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"YOU GET OUT OF THE WAY!"
"OOOOWWWWW!"
"GET US OUT OF HERE, BIG BROTHER!"
"HEEEEELLLLLPPPPP!"
"Okay, I think that's enough..." Mystical trailed off. "Man, they're getting bruises...huh? Wait, where's the remote!?" Indeed, the remote that controlled the Box of Illusions had vanished. Meanwhile in the crowd, Credahor was grinning as he held the remote tightly. "Oh well, I can just replicate the remote." The fanfiction author snapped their fingers and a new remote appeared in their hand. Credahor gaped in shock and realized that the remote he was now holding was destroyed. Mystical pressed a button on the remote and the video screen was switched off as the box opened, five figures covered in paint stepping out of the box.
"Freedom..." Riff gasped out before collapsing onto Jizabel, who fell over. Cassian and Cain immediately helped the two up as well as Maryweather, before they returned to their seats.
"Well, people...I think that's enough for today." Mystical spoke. "Next episode...it's the Major Arcana, the DELILAH doll Mikalia, and the Cardmaster of DELILAH!"
"NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Cassandra, Zenopia, Mikalia, Alexis, Justice, Ida, White Owl and Jizabel screamed in unison.
"ANYTHING BUT THAT!" White Owl groaned as the security guards dragged them offstage.
Mystical just gave an evil laugh. "See you next episode!"