Two years.
Two years have passed since the quartet of boys were kidnapped.
Two years since Red got sick.
Two years since the food stopped appearing mysteriously in their chamber.
Two years since that monitor last lit up with the face of one of the three insane girls holding them captive.
It's been far too long, hasn't it?
The chamber lay empty and abandoned; the boys escaped when the power went out and the electric locks on the doors ceased to work, leaving those few days of torture behind then in favor of a new, brighter life ahead of them. Marik and Malik, having decided that neither of them were willing to keep up with a place of their own, took up residence with Ryou and Bakura. The four of them lived in blissful unawareness that they were still being watched.
Two years since they last saw any of those girls.
Ryou still enjoyed cleaning up their modest garden home with music blasting over the stereo; Bakura still enjoyed singing at the top of his lungs inside of the shower; both Marik and Malik had a tendency to cringe away from cricket bats, now, but some things are certain to change after an experience like that. None of them very much enjoy power outages, since Ryou seems to have a near panic attack during one. Overall, they managed to resume a normal life aside from a few blips on their radar. Nothing too drastic, nothing too disparate from their lives before the incident.
Two years since they found shards of white porcelain blotted with bright red scattered through the halls.
Time heals all wounds, they say. Even old wounds that could so easily be opened by the slightest bit of paranoia digging deep into the mind of the wounded.
What "they" say is bullshit.
"Come on, Bakura, I need the remote!" Malik leaned over his yami in an attempt to snatch the thing from Bakura's hands. Bakura scowled and held it as far away as possible from Malik, snickering.
"You need it, eh? Maybe you can shove it up your-" The lights flickered. Bakura huffed, just as Ryou came zipping into the living room, covered in flower with a bit of frosting stuck in the corner of his mouth. "Just bloody great. Power's gone fucking insane again." Ryou opened his mouth to say something, but the lights all died at once, draping them in darkness.
"B-Bakura?" Ryou's small voice emerged from one side of the couch.
"Yeah, Ryou, it's me. And you're sitting on my hand."
"O-Oh, sorry... Let me just-" The television sprang to life with static clouding the screen. With the small amount of light, all of them could see each other dimly, and all of them looked surprised. Except Ryou. Ryou looked like he was about to piss his pants.
The static buzzed for a minute straight.
Two minutes.
"This is fucking ridi-"
"Hello, boys."
That voice. That face. Even though the figure is shrouded in darkness on the screen, they all could make out enough of the face to know, even if the voice wasn't enough to tell them.
"It's been a long time. I'm pleased to see that you are all doing well. I really cannot believe how well you adapted after our... time together." A soft giggling could be heard offscreen before a masked figure jumped in front of the woman on screen. The mask had a very notable star over its creepily wide left eye, and cherry red lips in the shape of a heart. Thick pigtails cascaded down her shoulders, and the hidden smile on her face could be heard through her voice.
"Hi, guys! We missed you a whole lot! It's been years and years and years and years and-"
"That's enough, Star."
"Sorry, Crimsy-chan, I'm just so excited!"
The original figure sighed in exhasperation and moved closer so her face could be made out more clearly. "We've pretty much broken the atmosphere, now. You have anything to say before we move on, Stitches?"
Another figure moved forward, this one with a stitch-covered mask with similar features to Star's, minus, obviously, the star. "No, Boss. Nothing at all."
Ryou screamed, the sound panicked and hysterical. Bakura quickly clapped a hand over his hikari's mouth.
"Oh poor little Ryou. Are you scared, my boy?" Red smirked and then continued, brushing a bit of hair behind her ears. "Don't worry. We aren't going to do to you what we did before. We have moved on. Matured. Grown up." Her smile turned cruel. "Found new subjects." Behind her, Star began giggling again.
"Oh, Crimsy-chan! Tell them about that windy boy and-"
"Star, I already told you that that is enough." Star backed down, head hanging. Red continued, "Yes, we have new subjects. Some of which have already been locked up together independent of our doing. They had to kill each other in that experience, though. They certainly do not have to do that with us." She smirked and held out one hand on the side Stitches stood. The blonde moved forward and placed a glass of icewater in that perfectly manicured hand, and Red brought it to her lips.
"So... why the fuck are you here?" Marik was the one to speak, his mouth twisting into a scowl. "If you aren't going to take us again, why're you talking to us? It's pointless."
Red simply smiled. "I just wanted to let you know that we're watching. We've always been watching." Ryou squeaks and attempts to get up. "Oh, Ryou dear, I hope you aren't going to leave. If you try to leave, we'll have to deploy the neurotoxins..." He slowly settles back.
"Excuse me, Master, but I do have something to add," Stitches speaks up. Red glances back at her.
"Go on then."
Stitches approaches the camera and tilts her head, whispering, "You all should try edible body paint. It's amazing." Slurping sounds emerged from the other side of her mask. "And don't even try calling the cops. At the first sign of an escape attempt, or an attempt to turn us in, we can kill you with the press of a button." She backs away slowly, seemingly never losing eye contact with the camera.
"That's all, then. We'll be watching. Always watching. When there's a fluffy moment, we'll be there. When there's an orgy, we'll be there. We're always watching, waiting, wondering when there will be something else for us to view. That's our life. Do not disappoint. It's been two years, after all, and we haven't gotten anything too interesting from you. Don't let it happen again."
The screen goes dark.