TWs: Worrying, punching a wall, threats. Stay safe :)
"Ugh, this is the worst," Larry grumbled, kicking the metal bars of the dungeon.
Arthur grasped the bars, "C, where are we?"
"It appears you're deep underground," The AI responded, "In the dungeon of Buckingham Palace."
"What!? This place has a dungeon?" Arthur perked up, "Oh, how I wish I had my camera..."
"Nerd." Larry rolled his eye, "We're stuck in a dungeon, and all you care about is taking pictures."
"Well, I am a scientist! I have to inspect everything to comprehend it all." The older snapped. Larry huffed, sitting on a bench.
"This is the worst day of my life."
Arthur droned in agreement, "Yep."
A silence hung in the air for a while, the only noise being water dripping from the ceiling in some places. The older ginger felt the rusted bars, the coolness of it leaching into Arthur's skin.
"So," Arthur spoke up, leaning against the bars. He felt the gaze of the other, "You and Bing."
"Don't." Larry's stare burned into the older's back, his face blazing.
"Just curious..." Arthur smiled, 'Guess that's a confirmation.'
"Hand me a light." Tord glanced at his blonde friend as he put on surgical gloves.
"Why do you wear surgical gloves while scavenging?" You asked, handing him a flashlight.
"Just in case." The Norsk responded, holding up the light.
'In case of what...?' You thought, stepping back to give the other space.
Grabbing a screwdriver, Tord screwed open the small hatch on the side of it. He hummed questioningly, "Now this is interesting..."
"What is?"
Taking a pair of tweezers, Tord dug into the drone, moving around the wires, "There's a listening device in here."
"Do you think the King planted it?" You questioned.
"No, it looks similar to a device we found in the other one. This seems to be an updated model; the speaker is more noticeable here." Tord explained, "Not only is the King watching everyone, he can hear everything as well."
Tord and You shared a look. Picking up the discarded antennae, Tord twirled it in his right hand, thinking, "Tell the others that there's a meeting tonight."
"Did you figure something out?" The blonde asked.
The leader held the antennae loosely, "Maybe..."
His friend left the room, leaving Tord to mutter to himself.
'It's possible... maybe I can ask Jon.'
"Have you seen Tom?" Tord perked up, glancing at the ginger in the doorway.
"Ah, no." Tord shook his head, smirking slyly, "Lose him already?"
"Maybe." Matt huffed, shuffling out of the room to continue his search.
He was about to return to his thoughts when he saw a small head peak into the room.
"There you are, Ringo!" He patted his leg, prompting the catbie to pad over, "Where did you run off to?"
She let out a slight groaning noise, her tail twitching as she peered up at him.
"Probably an adventure of your own," Tord answered for her, standing up, "I wonder what that's like..."
Tord left the room, continuing his train of thoughts as Ringo bounded after, following the Norsk.
"Tom, get back in bed!" Matt frowned, walking up to his partner.
The bassist adjusted his visor, "Hm... nah."
"I'm serious; lay down before you hurt yourself."
"I feel fine!" Tom turned to look at him, "I'm not hurting anymore."
Matt stared at him, narrowed eyes inspecting the other's face. He sighed, "Promise?"
"Promise."
The ginger relaxed his shoulders, placing his hand on the back of his neck, "If you say so."
"I do say so." Tom smiled, chuckling when Matt lightly glared at him.
"Don't mock me, y'know how scared I get when you get hurt." He crossed his arms.
"Well, I feel the same for you."
Matt let a smile grace his features, barely noticeable from behind the metal encasing his jaw. He dropped his arms, moving them to wrap his husband in an embrace. Tom blushed, placing his hands on the taller's chest.
"You would tell me if something's hurting you, right?" Matt uttered.
"Of course, dummy." Tom playfully rolled his eyes, the virtual eyes on his visor darting across the screen as he analyzed the ginger's features.
"What...?"
"Just admiring your beautiful face." The bassist uttered, smiling softly.
Matt felt his heart swell as he leaned down, his cheeks reddening, "Sure you're feeling alright, Tommy?"
"Shut up," Tom grumbled, meeting him for a kiss.
"Get a room." A voice spoke, bewildering the couple to break apart.
"Katya?" Tom raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"Can't you people help yourselves?" She spoke sharply, her eyes glaring daggers at them, "You knows how to do medical, not just me."
Tom's eyes widened, "What?"
"Katya, why don't you go relax for a bit?" Matt suggested.
"Finally." She grunted as she turned and walked away.
"What was up with her?" Tom looked at him, perplexed.
"She was hypnotized. Well, everyone in the country has been hypnotized..." Matt averted his gaze, "We're in the middle of figuring out how it happened."
Tom glanced at the spot Katya was standing in, 'Hypnotized...?'
Her eyes seemed familiar, almost like Tom had seen the same apathy.
'Could it be...?'
To say Edd was curious by nature would be an understatement. Even if he was hypnotized, he still acted somewhat like himself.
When he noticed the King and the Mad Scientist walk into the lab, he was interested to see what he was missing out on.
"Ah, this is perfect!" Hellucard spoke as he gazed at the structure in admiration, "We'll have our device built in no time!"
"Uh, about that-" Dr. John spoke, only to be faced with the King's glare.
"What is it now, Doctor?" He scowled.
"We're still missing a component."
Hellucard's face twitched as he inched toward John, "And why wasn't I told sooner?"
"I knew you'd be mad-"
"Mad? Oh, I'm not mad..." Hellucard grinned, "I'm pissed!"
Turning to the concrete wall next to them, Hellucard threw a fist, punching a hole through it. Taking a breath, the King pulled away, revealing his hand to be unscathed.
"Next time, it'll be you." Hellucard spat as he looked at his hand, "I need a new paint job..."
"H-How about a new upgrade?" John smiled, "It'll only take a moment to check your database."
"You've done enough, Dr. John." He glared, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to recharge."
Edd backed away from the lab door, opting to stand by the corner a few feet away. Hellucard merely glanced at him as he walked past.
'Upgrade, database, recharge...?' Edd hummed quietly.
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I've been feeling stabby lately...
Should I kill someone...? (It would be a side character)
I just want them to suffer more :)