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Don't own Big Hero 6, thank you very much.

Tadashi waded through the murky, rancid greenish-grey swampland. Flies buzzed around his head, the stench of dead creatures wafting through the air. The mud at the bottom of the thin, scummy layer of unidentified liquid seemed to make his feet sink in unnaturally, and every time he brought up his leg to take another step, it disgustingly slurped like a monster savoring his human food. He brought up his hands, cupped in a circle around his mouth.

"Hiro!" he called, looking around frantically. "Where are you, you bonehead?" He continued on, gritting his teeth and refraining from plugging his nose. A figure loomed in the distance.

"Hiro?" he asked expectedly. His brother appeared, walking seemingly above the surface, as if floating. However, it wasn't exactly . . . Hiro.

Instead of his usual, messy black hair, it was gray and frayed. His skin was pale, dark bags under his eyes, yet his eyes glimmered with malice. Ragged, torn clothing hung from his body. "What. Do. You. Want." Tadashi blinked, surprised.

"I said, what do you want?"

"Um…" he glanced around him, wondering if this was some sort of trap or something. "I want you to be alive? And, um, unharmed, preferably." Hiro laughed. But it wasn't his normal, casual, joking laugh. Oh, no. It was far from that. It was throaty, filled with hurt, rage, and more.

"Oh, you want to protect me, now?" He nodded, not quite sure what this was going to lead to. Then Hiro said the very last words Tadashi ever wanted to hear.

"Well . . . I suppose that's a problem now. You know, considering the fact you're the one who lead me to my death, after all."

"Wait, what?!"

"Yes. Tadashi Hamada, you might have well killed me directly. You failed. You let them come, refused to give in to their demands. I died in torment, after a long, long time. I could have avoided this; I could have just ended my life quickly. But you . . . you didn't save me. And now?" He gestured around him.

"Now, I am forced to wade through this, hour by hour, day by day." His eyes narrowed. "Thanks, bro. I really appreciate it." With that, iron chains miraculously sprouted from the bog, wrapping its links around his arms, legs, and torso. It tugged, causing Tadashi to fall, gulping down the putrid water.

He managed to surface for a brief time. "Wh. . . why?" he choked, gasping. Hiro didn't answer. Under the water, he could hear his brother say something.

"Good bye, Tadashi."

Tadashi woke up, sweat soaking his skin and clothes. Looking around, he saw he was in his cell again. Great. This time, however, a chain was attached to his ankle - the other end clipped to his metal bed post. A lock was on it. He knew it was futile to try and escape it - it was solid iron, and his bed was basically molded into the ground. So unless he suddenly received super strength or someone unlocked it, he was stuck. Again.

Apparently luck was not on his side (or, at least, good luck), since his door opened. The masked figure immediately pointed the gun to his leg, clearly stating a message.

If you make any moves, I won't be able to kill you. However, I can put you in serious pain. Got it? Yep, he got it, alright. Obey and be somewhat unharmed. Disobey, and get your leg shot. Welcome to Tadashi's new life, kids! Either be emotionally, physically, or psychologically harmed! The choice is… yours!

'Oh, crap," he thought. 'I'm going crazy. First stage - dream about your brother that is evil, depressing, and dead. Second, being sarcastically funny about your humorless state. Third, become downright paranoid. Last, be moved to the mental hospital ward, where you can be put in a white jacket and tied down to a bed.' Tadashi decided to just shut up right there, before he started planning his own funeral.

The man prodded his leg. He got up gingerly, looking at the chain. After giving him an expectant look, the man brought out a keyfob and waved it over the lock. It clattered to the floor. Rubbing his formerly broken ankle, which hurt immensely, Tadashi slipped through the doorway, carrying his iron chain.

As they walked down the familiar hallways, he had a random, pointless stupid idea. He looked at the man, thinking, 'Steve. I'll name you Steve. After all, they have to have names. They just won't tell me. So, hi Steve! He almost burst out laughing. Yep, he was definitely going crazy. The question was, when were they going to lock him in the rubber room?

Steve prodded his back. With a sigh, he fastened his walk. The doors passed by. 132. 135. 138 . . . 141, 144. They were here. Without any words being spoken, Tadashi walked through, the doors opening for him, welcoming him to his fun, highlight of the day. Being threatened by a cloaked man with gravel in his throat. Wonderful.

He sat at the wooden chair, trying to look almost bored as Steve took the chain and attached it to a new addition to the office : a 200 pound weight. Tadashi almost laughed; they had to get one that was 200? 50 would have been enough, considering the fact that he was good with technological stuff, but horrible in sports or any physical activity.

'Now, what shall I name him?" Tadashi wondered as he stared at his interrogator. None of them spoke a word, almost daring one another to speak first. 'Hmm . . . Steve and . . . Bob? Nah, how about . . . Joe? Nope. I know! Oliver . . . Nice, right?' He knew he was only setting himself up to drive himself crazy, but he had to have something to cheer him up in this depressing state, right?

"So . . . " he said awkwardly, trying not to shift his gaze anywhere else but the hood of the robe. "Um . . . When are you going to let me go again?" The imposing man stood up.

"How did you escape?" he questioned, voice smooth as butter. Tadashi would have been less scared if Oliver had yelled or done anything else more . . . active. He looked down at his shoes. Or, what was left of them, considering he had been wearing them for a long, long time . . .

"The door was open, and my cuffs fell off," he replied, "and I ran."

"Did you have anything to help you contact your brother?"

"Nope."

"Don't lie."

"Why should I tell you the truth if you are the ones who kidnapped me, put me in a cell, and threaten my brothers and friends?" Without any warning, he knelt forward quickly and struck like a viper - punching Tadashi's cheek with powerful force. He grimaced, feeling the blood from the split and slightly bruised skin trickle down his face.

"Because," Oliver continued, "we have the ability to hurt your friends and Hiro, now don't we?"

"If you're trying to make me talk," Tadashi said, slightly confident that he would not hurt him again due to their 'needing' of him later on, "then you're doing an absolutely horrible job. Can I contact your supervisor to complain about your work ethic?" He couldn't help but grin when the other sighed in absolute disgust. Unfortunately, he remembered all too late that they were certainly more than able to get Hiro and his friends.

"Fine. If you want to be like that, then be like that." He motioned for Henry to take him away. Tadashi took his chain again as it was released. Heading towards the door, he stopped when the interrogator cleared his throat.

"Oh, and Mr. Hamada?" He turned to look at the figure. "We've sent out some of my people to retrieve Hiro and his friends. Have fun knowing you're the cause of their fall." The older brother was pushed out of the door roughly.

Uh-oh... Tadashi's going insane. Next post will be next Monday. See you then.

-DragonFire0102