Okay, Chapter 2 oh no. Oh right yeah by the way there are probably gonna be POV shifts all over this story.
Blue woke up in the small closet at God knows what hour. He felt cold, because Rain had left the air conditioning on or some shit. He could not see much, because the only light was coming from the cracks at the top and bottom of the locked door. From the light, he could make out the details of the carpet he was sitting on, and the slightly grainy texture of the ceiling, and what looked like a light bulb. He tried to stand and turn the light bulb on, but the string ended up being too short for him to reach with his mouth. He sat back down.
There was a knock at the door maybe an hour later.
"Hello, Blue, how was your sleep?"
Blue sighed. "Okay, can we stop this now? Can I like... go home and have this not happen anymore?"
"Don't be silly. This is indefinite!"
Blue groaned and banged his head against the wall he was leaning on. In his head he was already planning on what to tell the police, but he had seen far worse.
Rain hit the door once more. "Come on, I have breakfast for you!"
"Ughh, whatever, just get me out of this closet."
Rain unlocked the door and opened it. The light was bright and made Blue squint momentarily. Rather than untie him, she just dragged him out of the closet, still bound. He fought this, attempting to either escape or just walk himself. Rain slapped him in the face.
"Ow!"
"Haha. You get slapped a lot, don't you, friend?"
"I'm not your friend."
Rain continued to drag Blue across the floor until they arrived at a kitchen table. She sat him up on the table and proceeded to tie him to the chair.
"Is this really necessary?" he mumbled.
"Yes, because I don't want you fighting back."
He groaned again as she tripled the tight knots around his hands.
"That's too tight," he said.
"That's too bad," she replied.
It wasn't long before he began to lose sensation in his small hands. He didn't say anything, but instead tried to wiggle his way out of the ropes. He wondered if Red would come to save him, or if his friend was even able to focus long enough to notice he was missing. He then remembered what Rain had said about his friend.
Surely he couldn't really be dead.
He shook the thought out of his mind, in time to notice that Rain had placed a large, badly-decorated cake in front of him.
"...What is this?"
Rain hummed the happy birthday song.
"What are you doing?"
"Happy birthday to you," she sang. "Happy birthday from Blue."
"Oh God."
Rain smiled. "Take a bite."
"My hands are tied."
"You still have a face, silly."
Blue narrowed his eyes. "It's poisoned."
"Don't be ridiculous; I want you alive."
He hesitated. She slapped him again.
"Eat it," she said firmly.
He grimaced, and leaned forward, putting his mouth to the cake. He took a small bite and chewed. It tasted pretty normal.
"Swallow," she said.
He did.
"Keep eating it," she said.
He kept eating it.
Rain turned around and opened a drawer in the kitchen. She removed a small tape recorder and placed it on the table. She pressed play as Blue ate.
Rain's voice emerged from the tape. There was the sound of un-crinkling paper. "Read this."
"No."
Blue stopped for a minute. The voice was Red's voice.
"Read it," said the tape recorder.
"No," said Red's voice.
There was a loud thumping sound. "Ahh!" said Red. Another thump. Blue winced at the disproportionately loud thumps. "Stop! Stop!" said Red's voice. Blue sat there in horror, forgetting the cake, forgetting his ropes. This didn't sound like his best friend. Well, it did. Voice-wise, it sounded exactly like Red. It was definitely his friend's voice. But the voice was unsettling and... He searched for a word in his head. The voice was tamed. Broken. There didn't seem to be much of a will left in his once vivacious, capable-of-anything friend.
There was a slight tremor in Blue's voice now. "What did you do to him?"
"Just listen and eat your cake," said Rain.
Blue took another bite of cake and chewed, since there was nothing else in his power to do. He listened. A weird sound started coming out of the tape recorder.
Crying?
Oh God, Red was crying.
He spat out the cake. "What the fuck did you do to him?!"
Rain took a fork and slashed it across Blue's face. He yelped. She slashed him with the fork again, in the same spot. Then she dug it into the sensitive skin right next to his eyelids. He started to scream.
"Don't question me," she said. "Just eat your goddamn cake."
He took another bite, shaking now, listening to his best friend cry through a tape recorder.
Red's voice stammered: "I-I-I love you. Let's grow old together in—every—way."
"No," said Blue. "No, no."
"...Every way."
"No. Oh God." Blue looked at the cake again and felt like he was going to throw up. He was seated, but he felt a weird vertigo.
"Eat it," said Rain. She reached over and pressed rewind on the tape recorder, and it started whirring.
"No, please," said Blue.
"Eat," she said. She pressed play.
"I love you. Let's grow old together in every way."
"No, please,"
"I love you. Let's grow old together in every way."
"You're not eating," said Rain.
"I-I can't."
She placed her hands on the back of his head, leaving the tape recorder to keep playing. She forced his head down, and he fought, but she kept forcing his head down, and the tape recorder continued:
"Say it again, Red."
"...Fuck you."
Screaming.
"Say it again, fucker."
"Oh-oh-okay, okay, please-"
"You're not saying it."
Screaming.
"I love you, let's grow old together in every way."
Sobbing.
Blue's face made contact with the cake again, and he involuntarily tasted the food. It was sweet, tasted like every other birthday cake he had ever eaten. He vomited right there. She continued to push his face into the cake, and he closed his eyes tight so that he wouldn't get vomit in his eyes. He tried to turn his head sideways so he could breathe, but she forced it completely into the vomit-cake mixture. He felt himself starting to suffocate. Finally she let him go and he began panting, feeling the wetness all over his face, the stomach acid burning his skin.
She wiped his face with a napkin with balloons on it and grinned. She kissed Blue's mouth. He bit her tongue. She took the fork again and dug it into his collarbone and he yelled in pain.
"If you're gonna keep doing that," she said quietly, "you get to live in the basement."
She dragged him to a doorway as he fought inside his rope cocoon, and she opened the door and tossed his body down the stairs. He tried to stop from falling all the way down, but he couldn't, and his head bumped the railway and the stair corners and finally the floor. She walked down the stairs and pressed a foot against his head, squeezing his cheeks and forcing him to smell the horrendous floor.
"Enjoy yourself in here," she said. She did not untie him.
