Authors Note: This chapter is a little dark or violent. I'm working on it the best I can. I suggest that if you don't like torture than you do not read this, but go on if you want.
This chapter may be short but I don't think you'd want it to be any longer. The next chapter is where things start to turn and where things start to happen. idunno I intended to make this worse but I actually kicked it DOWN a couple notches because if I kicked it UP a notch then I don't think some of you would handle it well…Maybe I'm overreacting, whatever.
NattyMc is being paranoid, PEACE!
ATSD: Chapter 8
Perry's POV
I tried to focus on anything but the pain, but it was impossible. It hurt everywhere. When the dictator said I'd suffer a slow and excruciating doom, he wasn't kidding.
If you don't want to hear what he did to me I suggest you stop reading now and scroll down to the part with the *.
The man had tortured me for hours; hitting me and beating me until I was sore. He injected me with a needle that made me unable to move and then hit me some more. He tightened the cuffs around my wrists until they were digging into my skin and cutting off my circulation. The cuffs around my wrists would hoist me until I was dangling in the air by them which made them hurt even more.
He punched me in the stomach until I was nauseous and twisted my arms behind me until they ached painfully. He had some Normbots come in and deal with me for a while.
Why was he doing this?
You tell me, because I have no clue. Maybe because he hated me? Because I destroyed his office? Damaged his robots? Because he could?
Or maybe it was because I was a danger to him. I was the only thing that could stop him from doing any more damage than he already had. That was the reason he was doing all of this, he wanted to weaken and break me. To crush me so I wouldn't dare oppose him.
At least Doofenshmirtz was safe.
And I mean my Doofenshmirtz; the one of the 2nd Dimensions was too busy doing this to me.
Now he was using a scalpel to cut into my fur. He left small slice marks on my body.
The cuts weren't deep enough to be fatal; they were small and were just supposed to cause me anguish.
*Doofenshmirtz-2 may think that he has beaten the resistance out of me, but he's wrong. I'm not giving up yet, not by a long shot.
So I dealt with the pain until he finished, he walked to the thermostat and lowered the temperature; something he always did before he left the room, probably hoping I would freeze to death before he came back to deal with me again.
He left the room and slammed the cell door. I lowered my head and closed my eyes as unconsciousness took over my body once more.
Platyborg.
He sat alone in the darkness. He was in pain from his master's punishment. What had he done wrong? Doofenshmirtz said that he had disobeyed him but how? He would have asked him if he could speak but instead all he could do was yelp/whimper until his master had finished. Platyborg had no one to run to and no one to call for help. He only had his master and he couldn't ask Doofenshmirtz to save him from himself.
Didn't he know that he was hurting me? Yes, of course he did. That's what punishment was; Punishment was feeling pain because of something you did wrong and in order to not feel pain you had to do everything right.
This wasn't the first time his master had punished him. He could clearly remember a few times where he had done something wrong and he had felt it, felt the pain.
Doofenshmirtz-
No, that was wrong. His master had punished him several times before. The cyborg remember once he had asked for a coffee and there was no more regular so he had to get decaf. He wasn't happy about that. No- wrong words again.
His master was never happy…
No, his master was happy sometimes.
No…
He could never find the right words for things; it was a good thing he couldn't talk. His master would have to punish him for that too. The cyborg just couldn't describe feelings, in fact he couldn't really feel anything which was one of the reasons why he was confused most of the time. He did not know how to feel for other people or how people felt for him in return. That girl, his master's daughter for instance. How did she feel about him? She took care of him when his master couldn't. Almost like a mother? No, wrong word again.
A mother would mean that she had given birth to him and she didn't, at least…not that he knew of. No, she didn't. He was sure of it.
But how did he feel towards her? Platyborg was indeed grateful to the girl for the things she has done for him. What did that mean? The cyborg didn't know.
His master was supposed to care for him and take care of him, but how come he hadn't been doing it? Was his master neglecting him? No, he would never do that. His master would never do anything to hurt him for no reason. Would he?
No, he wouldn't. At least he didn't think so…
His head was starting to hurt. His master always told him not to think or he'd fry his brain. Why was he thinking? He wasn't supposed to be, his master had told him not to! He was disobeying orders again. He had to stop before his master got angry and punished him.
But wait…could his master know he had been thinking? What if he already knew? Wait he was still thinking!
He had to stop himself from thinking and fast, before his master found out. Platyborg decided that the only way to stop himself from thinking was to shut down his brain.
So the cyborg curled up in a cold corner and closed his eyes.
He couldn't disobey his master again, he didn't want to feel the pain.
