Chapter 5.5
~Kidnapped~
(Ah, nothing like a nice cup of tea, a comfy spot on the couch, the DOOM Eternal soundtrack mixed with Lofi, and constantly killing the urge to seek therapy with the reasons "I'm poor" and "I'm overreacting", right? Yeah, great, isn't it? Anyway, enjoy!)
3rd P.O.V
Skippy was the first to wake up. After regaining consciousness, he looked at his surroundings, trying to stay calm and put together what happened. He couldn't see much, as the room was quite dark. The only source of light was what looked like candlelight coming from under a mahogany door to his right. As he regained his senses, now feeling the carpet he was sat on, along with the constricting feeling of the rope that felt like a hungry cobra trying to put him out of his misery, he felt the uneven breathing of someone tied to him.
Skippy decided to look for a way to escape. As he shook, attempting to wriggle out of the ropes, he heard a groan come from the person he was tied to. "Ugh… What's goin' on? Where am I?" Skippy's heart jumped with joy. It was his beloved aunt, Slappy! "Aunt Slappy! You're here too?" Slappy jumped a little at the sudden high-pitched voice behind her. "Skippy? Is that you? What's going on here?" Slappy inquired. Skippy's joy soon faded as cluelessness came over him. "I don't know, Slappy." Slappy sighed, slouching a little. She looked around the almost pitch-black room. She could make out the vague outlines of several knives, guns and other weapons lining the wall she was facing.
Suddenly, the sound of heels hitting hard wood approached the door. The squirrels snapped their heads towards the door. As the door opened, Slappy recognized the figure standing in the doorway. Or rather… Figures. The room flooded with light as Jack flipped the switch to the lights. James stood by him, grinning. Slappy developed a scowl as she stared at the tall, feminine figure standing above her. It was South. South circled the pair of squirrels slowly and began to talk.
"What a pity… I would've thought it would be harder to catch you, Slappy." Slappy felt a thorn of disgust at hearing her name pass by the Vixens lips.
"That's Ms. Squirrel to you, South Vasiliev." The fox was taken aback, but soon regained her composure.
"You've done research on me, have you? Aw, I didn't know you cared so much~" Slappy was trying not to vomit as she continued speaking.
"Yeah, shut it murderer. I don't wanna be complimented by someone who tortured a 12-year-old, not to mention several others for "The greater good of Toon kind." But that wasn't all you did, right?" South nodded, a smirk still residing on her face. Slappy continued. "Does the Vasiliev Mansion fire of '53 ring a bell? Or maybe the condition of Charles Vasiliev's body when it was found? It was reportedly "Maimed beyond repair". Hell, some of the wounds scraped bone, and from what I heard, Charles wasn't too skinny. Those had to be some real big claws. Say, don't you have claws?" Slappy questioned.
South chuckled, unsheathing and admiring her rather large claws that were stained with what Slappy assumed to be blood. "Why, of course I do. No one knows that better than Wakko. I mean, he got to see them up close, after all. Some of his blood is still on them, actually."
Slappy scowled at the memory of how the boy looked when he was back. Even for being so energetic and genuinely happy, he still looked frail, and you could even see the scar creeping up from his collarbone. In all honesty, it amazed Slappy how he's still alive after a wound that large and deep. South stalked towards the door Jack and James were guarding and spoke. "Well, that's enough chit-chat. Come now, boys. We have one more target… Or should I say, three…" and with that last sentence, the lights shut off as the mahogany door shut softly, leaving Skippy and slappy sitting in the dark. Thinking. It was silent for the rest of the night.
