Here's Chapter 3 which is longer like I promised!
In the next night, Brooklyn awoke again from his stone sleep only to still see his tiny cell around him. He trembled, wishing to have some kind of window to look outside. But inside his heart, he had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, whatever building he was in was underground, which made him shiver even further, awaiting what Coldsteel would do to him next.
He heard metal feet walking over, making Brooklyn tense up, growling softly, seeing Coldsteel come in with a plate of food. A sneer was present on his face. "Good evening, Brooklyn. I brought you your food, since you need all the food you can get. I won't transfer my soul into your scrawny form again."
Brooklyn looked down at the food, which was fatty looking burgers, French fries, and other types like that. His belly growled though at this time of night he would want a healthy kind of meat sandwich, not this stuff. He raised his brow at Coldsteel. "Why didn't you take Broadway instead of me if you don't like my body? And my body weight shouldn't be your problem!"
Coldsteel opened the cell, having two men remain out there, placing the food on the floor. "Because I don't care about your loser brother. Your mind was much weaker and easier for me to control. And, with your lack of body build, heh, made it much more fun. But when you have been fattened up, I can use you to be rid of my brother Coldstone," mocked Coldsteel.
This somewhat made Brooklyn feel terrified about being controlled again, hiding his anger despite his belly growling at wanting to eat the food.
"No! I won't let you control my mind anymore!" He shouted, tugging on the chain around his ankle.
That made his enemy angry, grabbing Brooklyn's throat, making him wince. "I'm afraid you have no choice. Now eat that food, or else you'll be in a world of hurt!" hissed Coldsteel darkly, Brooklyn flinching, though he didn't show his fear. He wound up agreeing.
"A-Alright…" He croaked, mostly from lack of air.
Coldsteel nodded approvingly. "Good boy," the cyborg sneered, watching Brooklyn somewhat shakily crawl to the food. Brooklyn swallowed, hoping his belly could take it, picking up a burger, looking up at Coldsteel.
"Eat… it!" snarled Coldsteel threateningly.
Brooklyn's ears flattened, gulping again, before going to take a bite. It did taste somewhat good, but Brooklyn felt really uncomfortable having his greatest enemy watch him while eating this thing. He managed to down a burger and have the fries. Soon, Brooklyn couldn't eat anymore of this, shaking a bit.
Coldsteel nodded in approval. "I will bring some more in a little while. But you were a good boy in eating." He praised in a mocking manner, Brooklyn holding his stomach, feeling it gurgle. This really wasn't a pleasant situation, being fattened up like this.
After the cell closed, Brooklyn burped again, going to sit on his mattress to rest it off. He'd only been here for a night, and already Iago was pushing him to eat all that junk, making him long for a fresh salad, water, anything. He highly doubted he would get water either. Sugary drinks possibly.
"This is… so… not cool…" Brooklyn gagged, lying down, soothing his full belly, not looking forward to his next meal, which he hoped would be a while so he could digest it all, feeling rather foolish and ashamed of himself for even trying to go after Coldsteel at all only to wind up in this crazy situation as his prisoner. He wished Hudson were here right now to help.
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Meanwhile in Coldsteel's lair, he was debating with himself how to test his body in extreme circumstances. The fattening up was the first part of it. But he often wondered how Brooklyn's body did under extreme circumstances like heat. A cruel grin showed on his robotic face. Oh, how much fun he would have. And his tentacles were going to play a big part of it as well, to test how well Brooklyn's muscles held up after the fattening.
"I will soon erase you from existence, small puny one. You are small, weak, and will never be a true replacement to Goliath. But I can make your simple little mind stronger, and you will thank me for it," he said in a menacing way, putting his metal talons together.
He would feed Brooklyn three times a night, giving him the unhealthiest food, until he decided Brooklyn reached the weight he wanted. But there was also the matter of how he was going to get the spell to transfer his soul.
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In only four hours into the night, Brooklyn had been pacing back and forth, doing his best to keep his muscles going in this small room, until he heard those footfalls again. He got back on top on the mattress when Coldsteel returned with yet another tray of food. This time it was not just burgers, but also cookies and other stuff like that. Brooklyn swallowed at the sight. There was even some sugary pop soda there too. Coldsteel really wanted him to gain weight he didn't need.
"I hope you're feeling hungry. Eat up, little Brooklyn. We have a long road ahead of us for you to gain weight. Has your family let you eat as well as I am feeding you now?"
Brooklyn's eyes flashed. "They let me eat however I want, without forcing me to lose or gain weight. I certainly don't need all that junky stuff."
Coldsteel's robotic eyes flashed red, placing the tray down harshly. "You shouldn't be so ungrateful. Be happy I'm not starving you, which is worse than being fed like this," he threatened.
Brooklyn's hands clenched hard, talons digging hard into his palms, hating Coldsteel every second he saw him, and having bad memories of Coldsteel controlling his body, wanting more than ever now to be far away from him more than to destroy him.
"Being your prisoner is hard for me to be grateful for anything you do!" Brooklyn hissed back. "And I'm still not giving you my body again. Why would you even want my body when your robot one can heal itself?"
Coldsteel folded his arms. "Yes, that's true. But look at my perspective. If you were trapped in a metal body, wouldn't you desire to take over someone's body just to feel the wind under your wings one more time?"
Brooklyn had to somewhat agree. But he was younger than Coldsteel, which would have consequences on his young mind. "This doesn't excuse you for taking me like this! A gargoyle younger than you! And making me gain weight. This is abuse!" He proclaimed, but Coldsteel still wouldn't listen, growling. His tentacles suddenly went out, wrapping up Brooklyn in them again, making the younger gargoyle croak out in pain, visions of himself being wrapped up in them before.
"You care to try defying me again? Or will you behave before I have no choice but to squeeze you to death?" Coldsteel threatened, voice growing dark and sinister.
Brooklyn still struggled to not let any weakness show but it was hard with those tentacles tight around him, being forced to shake his head, not wishing to be squeezed out of existence. Iago then smirked, tossing Brooklyn against the wall but not too roughly, pushing his plate of food forward. "Now eat, scrawny one. We still have a ways to go."
Brooklyn felt like he had a headache and bruises after that, weakly going over to the plate to eat, Coldsteel watching with cold eyes of greed, eager to see his body grow.
Brooklyn managed to down a lot of the junk on his plate, and drink the soda, coughing slightly from the combo of cookies and soda. Coldsteel raised his brow. "Now, say thank you." He said spitefully. Brooklyn just hissed, sitting on his mattress again, rubbing his belly, not wishing to eat anymore evil food from his captor.
"Be that way then. You get more food again the next evening." Growled Coldsteel, turning and closing the cell door.
Brooklyn wished he had windows, for he missed the outside air. Sure, he got some air in the air vents, but it didn't feel good enough. He had a feeling too that Iago wasn't gonna let him glide and exercise anytime soon if he's forcing him to eat all that fatty stuff. And since his clan didn't know where he was, Brooklyn doubted them coming to rescue him, staring up at the ceiling in small sadness, longing to glide under the moon again with them, not trapped in this small cell, wherever he was.
The sun soon began to come up up above, causing Brooklyn to take his pose, changing into his stone skin for the day.