Hey! This story is still going! No need to "drag me to my computer" as one might say. I'm going to try to upload a chapter once every week, since school is a drag. I might skip a week because I'm busy, but I'll try to keep up with my work. I hope you enjoy the rest of my story! As always, read and review! BTW I will be putting some descriptions of what I think the RVB characters look like based on things people draw on google cause I have no creativity. Also, maybe some back story. Sorry if you don't like.
I DO NOT OWN RED VS BLUE! OMFG IF YOU CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT YOU ARE STUPID! (like Tucker)
Caboose moaned in his sleep as nightmares ripped him away from pleasant dreams. Visions of torture and pain caused him to scream. He wanted it all to stop, to forget, like all the other things he had forgotten. He heard a man calling him. Church? A projection of the man fought away the torturers and healed all his wounds. He was navigated to dreams of happiness and youth, and allowed himself to be whisked away as Church disappeared.
Church sighed and went back to his android body, eyes snapping open. This was the third time this week. Church was getting into the habit of walking by the young man's room on the way to his own, just to check on him. It was a small price to pay, considering he was part of the reason Caboose was in the condition he was in. He collapsed on his bed, plugging his charger into the wall, and fell into a dreamless slumber.
Tucker watched from the shadows as Church walked out of Caboose's room. Church thought that nobody knew about his nightly rounds, but he did. He thought about telling the others, but Simmons was too busy cracking the codes to the videos (they were heavily encrypted), Grif and Sarge were too busy trying not to care, the soldiers were finally feeling happy enough to celebrate victory, and Carolina was feeling guilty enough as it was already. Wash was busy helping Caboose, barely talking to anyone else, so he didn't need to hear it. Tucker sighed and flopped onto his bed, dreams of naked girls dancing in his head as he fell asleep.
Wash woke up with a groan, bones snapping and popping as he stretched and got up. His gray hair glistened in the sunlight from the window in his room, and hazel eyes stared at the wall in front of him. He walked out of his room and got breakfast, picking up a few things for Caboose as he made his way to the room the resided in. He stopped, seeing Carolina in the room, holding out a muffin for Caboose to eat, who was recoiling at the sight of her. Her hair looked it hadn't been washed in days, her eyes red and puffy, her cheeks tear-stained, her expression pleading.
"No! You hurt me!" Caboose yelled out of nowhere, startling the two freelancers. Carolina looked war for a moment, before replying in perfect clarity.
"No Caboose. I said I would never hurt you, remember the promise?" She told him softly, smiling faintly in remembrance. When she had asked him to go to find Church, he asked that she not hurt him like Tex did, and she promised not to, as long as she could hit the others. He cheerfully agreed.
"Liar!" He yelled at her, eyes glared into little slits of fury. New tears welled up in her eyes as he spoke, shattering her to pieces. "You're a lying freelancer. You hurt me!" He insisted. She sighed, putting the muffin on the table beside him, and walked out of the room past Wash. Only when she was in the confines of her room did she let the tears to fall and the sobs to escape.
Simmons heard Sarge and Grif walk in as he struggled to crack the codes encrypting the videos. The two men walked up to him, and Sarge threw him out of the chair and Grif sat on it. Before he had a chance to say anything, Grif imputed a code that unlocked all the encryptions. Simmons stared at them in awe, mechanical eye whirring as it went back and forth between the two.
"Simple really. Hard looking, but easy," Grif said, flashing a cheesy grin.
"Bow chicka bow-wow!" They heard Tucker scream. They stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing. Yep, this was going to be fun.
Everyone gathered around the screen as Simmons searched for the videos to the cell Caboose had been in. When he did, they all gasped at the beatings he was given. Simmons fast forwarded through a lot of them, but that didn't stop the screams from echoing through the room. All of the sudden, he stopped, and a scene unfolded in front of them.
"Hi reds!" Caboose yelled cheerfully, his eyes sparkling with tears and relief. The so-called reds, who had just walked in, didn't say a word. They simply placed little white pads all over him.
Sarge knew what was going to happen before it did, and turned away.
The red representing Sarge pressed a button. Immediately, Caboose screamed as electricity flowed through his body. The fake Grif, wearing rubber orange armor, sat on Caboose, causing him even more pain. The fake Simmons kicked him in the face over and over until it was bruised and bloody. They then left him twitching and crying on the floor, slamming the door behind them.
The Reds and Blues looked in horror at how Caboose was beaten by their fake selves. Carolina understood now. He thought they hurt him! Simmons fast forwarded when Tucker came in. No one wanted to see that. The screams of their friend rung through their minds, haunting them. How hurt his eyes looked when they hurt him, how betrayed. Church put a hand up to his mouth as person in his armor came in a kicked Caboose over and over until the blonde was coughing up blood. Tears stained his cheeks as Caboose sobbed in pain.
"I'm sorry," Caboose's voice crackled through the video, a fearful whisper. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sor-"
Caboose was cut off by Locus walking into the room. He shook as the armored man came closer to him.
"You want the beatings to stop?" Locus asked. Caboose nodded his head frantically. "Repeat after me then," He said "Obey or pain."
"Obey or pain," Caboose repeated, eyes vacant and broken.
"I am worthless," Locus continued.
"I am worthless ," Caboose repeated. He chanted the words over and over. Locus chuckled.
"Good boy," He said before walking out the door.
Caboose kept chanting the words long after Locus left.
They all wanted to beat the living shit out of Locus, and anyone else who had dared to hurt Caboose. Unfortunately, the culprits were all dead, so all they could do was seethe in hatred and anger. Carolina smashed her fist into the wall, cracks appearing. Everyone jumped at the sound, the first sound, besides the ones from the video, that they had heard for hours. Sarge got up and left. Grif followed him.
"We're going to help Caboose," Sarge said simply. Grif stared at him in surprise.
"You actually care about a blue?" He asked in confusion. Sarge sighed
"Did I ever tell you that I had two kids, a son and a daughter?" He asked in reply. Grif shook his head. "Well, I did, and command told me they were killed by a bunch of blues," Sarge continued. "Turns out a bunch of Freelancers killed them. They were on the blue team," He gave a bitter laugh. "And the entire time I was trying to kill a bunch of innocent people out of revenge. Gave me kind of a wake up call," Sarge took off his helmet, his white hair glistening in the moonlight, since it was nighttime. You could see every wrinkle, every scar, and every emotion plastered on his face. "We reds partly caused this, and I'm going to fix it. That's why I don't fight the blues anymore," Sarge finished, walking away. Grif stared with wide, yellow eyes that clashed with Hawaiian skin as Sarge said one more sentence that he probably wasn't supposed to hear.
"And it's also why I yell at you so much, because my son was just like you."
