AN: Alright so, this is going to be disturbing, but it is very much a pulled-back version.

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, Honey, ask me I should know

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

From Eden / Hozier

Thomas finally wore himself out hours later. Struggling and crying on the floor, screaming for help, for anyone to save him. Spent, he gasped for hair, shallow sobs, and shivers permeating the frozen room. Soon after, the door propped open, and His eyes raised in terror- before seeing a long-haired Blonde man with a blunt between his lips.

"You finished?"

Thomas didn't answer, only shivering or sobbing more. The blonde man crossed the room and lifted him from the now painful position on the floor, and back into a sitting position. He pulled out a wet cloth, and scrubbed it over his face quickly, clearing it of snot and tears before pocketing it. Then he took a step back.

"Do you smoke?" The man asked, but Thomas only stared in confusion. "Or drink? I can grab you a beer?"

"Please let me go," Thomas gasped, "I won't tell him-"

"Kid." The blonde flattened his mouth and shook his head. "But if you want a smoke or something to drink I can help?"

"I-" Thomas considered, before answering. "Water?" The standing man nodded, before leaving the room again. He returned a moment later with a bottle, ice cold.

"Here." He held the bottle up, allowing Thomas to take a large drink before pulling back. Thomas looked up with pleading eyes and the man shook his head. "You're gonna be pretty dehydrated, and gulping like that is gonna make you throw up. And, since it would be on me to clean it? We're going slow." The criminal said flatly. "Your name is Thomas, right?" He nodded. "Well, Thomas, my name is Johnny," Frost said, before offering the man another drink. Thomas worked to keep his sips small, not wanting to upset the strangely friendly criminal.

"Thank you." He said, eyes on the floor, and Johnny looked away.

"Is there?" He cleared his throat. "Is there… anything?" He didn't finish the question but Thomas knew his meaning. His tears came back and he nodded, perhaps foolishly but if Joker knew all that he knew, then he already knew his life, and only took him.

"M-My mom." He got out, choking on tears. "I- I take care of her. She doesn't have anyone else. Please-"

"I'll make sure she's okay," Johnny nodded, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

"A-And. My girlfriend. Amy. She-" The man began shaking again, tears streaming down his face. "We were going to have a baby."

Johnny winced, "She's pregnant?"

Thomas shook his head. "No- she. She. Oh god. She's going to think I left. Tell her what happened, please?" He looked up, horrified eyes filling with tears again, "Don't let her think I left her now. Please."

"Hey, hey, that video is going to the news, okay? Everyone will know. She's gonna know man," Johnny reassured, before nodding, bringing the bottle back up to his lips. "Just breathe. This isn't gonna help anything." he pulled back out the rag, cleaning his face again. "Look at me. Be a man. Face it like a man. Take your dignity with you into that hole Thomas. It's gonna be all you have while you wait for your people to come and get you. You gotta be strong, Thomas. Think about your girl, man." Thomas trembled, but nodded, working to sniff back tears. "When you get out of that box, she's gonna be right there, waiting. Okay, Thomas?"

Both men knew that was a lie of course. Thomas wasn't making it out of that hole. Thomas was gonna die cold and alone and afraid, after hours of becoming more and more light-headed, confused, and in pain. But there was no reason to acknowledge that right now.

"I want to warn you. He's gonna hurt you." Johnny said, looking away. "I'm not exactly sure what he's gonna do in total, but I know… part of it. Part of why I am here." Thomas looked up, fearful. "Take a breath, man." He shook his head, lifting the bottle again, and he sipped gratefully. "He doesn't use anything for the pain, for obvious reasons, but I was able to convince him to use something for… that part." Johnny shook his head, looking away. "He's gonna take off your legs."

Thomas's eyes shot wide and for a moment he began to struggle before Johnny placed a hand on him again. "Fighting won't help." His eyes were sad, but his mouth was a firm line. "Remember your girl, Thomas. She's gonna be right there when you get out, okay?"

Thomas nodded, picturing her face, and placing it firmly behind his lids, a way to keep himself sane in the horror show he had found himself in.

"So. I convinced him that you would go into shock, or die before he could finish. That would ruin the game, so he went for it. There's still the fear of blood loss, but he's quick, so I think you'll be fine there. And the good news is, if you lose too much blood he won't want to risk going for" Johnny looked away, wincing again. "Your face." The man took a breath, continuing. "Try to close your eyes. Look away. You won't be able to feel it, but you don't want pictures like that in your head."

Thomas sniffed, before asking. "Why are you telling me this?"

Johnny lifted the bottle to his lips again, eyes tired when he answered. "I would want someone to do it for me."

Thomas trembled in his new spot, Lying on his back on the plastic sheet on a low table. His shoes and pants were removed, but he was allowed to keep his boxers, though Johnny had carefully rolled them up his thighs. He could feel nothing below his belly button. He knew that that was for the best, given what was to happen, but the deadness was alien and horrific. His breath came in short and fast gasps. He tried to stop himself from pulling on the cuffs securing his arms above his head, cuffs secured to a long-dead Ice-cold radiator, but it was a difficult task. He tried to keep Amy's face behind his eyes, telling himself again and again that he would see her soon. "I love you, Baby." Her amber eyes watched him horrified from his mind's eye. Part of him wondered if she would still love him when he was a cripple. The sobs started up again, but he tried to keep them down, tried to relax, tried to do anything but panic.

He heard the door open, attempting to lift his head, succeeding only just enough to see the clown enter. He was pulling a rolling cart behind it, that looked as though it may have been stolen from a Hospital. It was loaded with bottles, powders, and various pieces of mix-matched glassware. The bound man whimpered. What the hell does he need all that for? He already had the knives. Joker wore the same stinking suit he was known for, minus the jacket. He glanced down at his victim, neutral expression back.

"Hello, Tommy," Joker said, turning, pulling the cart next to him, and pulling a lever to lower it. Then he did it again. And again. Eventually, he could make the table lower no further, when it was hip height on him, he pulled his chair over to the table. "So. Before we begin. I would like to do a demonstration, a little science experiment." His voice was expressive, but his face remained impassive, chilling Thomas to the core.

Then, he turned to the table and pulled on a long black pair of thick gloves, and then an Apron, before pulling a beaker to the front of the table, placing it at eye-level with Thomas. He pulled a large White container, with a label Thomas couldn't make out, opened it, and added an unmeasured amount to the beaker, Before closing the top, and placing the container back in the mess of chemicals and instruments. "Concentrated sulphuric acid," Joker answered and Thomas's eyes widened, in fear.

Joker chuckled, "It sounds worse than it is," He explained. "You see, concentrated to you or me means 'stronger' but in acids, they usually aren't as potent that way. To make the acid more corrosive you need to dilute it, which most would do with water. However," He continued, looking amused now. "You can dilute it with other chemicals as well. Most notably, Hydrogen Peroxide. May I show you?" He asked politely but didn't wait for an answer.

"Now, Tommy, don't try this at home, if the measurements are off, the solution will combust," He muttered under his breath small smile playing on his face as he turned to lift the peroxide and add a quarter-volume of what he added of the acid to the beaker. Bubbles began to form immediately, and Joker heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief. "Thank god, I haven't done that in years." He lied, before turning to the table and lifting a small pack of Sour-Patch Kids. "Want one?" He asked, and when the bound man didn't answer he threw a couple in his own mouth, shrugging. "Suit yourself, as a shit Tailor would say."

Then he dropped two into the solution, eyeing it. Nothing happened for a moment. "Now, this is called the induction period. It may look like nothing is happening, but after just a moment- there." Suddenly the clear liquid began turning a dark green-black bubbling viciously, and smoking. The walls of the beaker were caked in thick black sludge. "It's called the Piranha Solution. Beautiful, isn't it?" Joker smiled, his face now taking on a sort of soft amusement, "So destructive, but you wouldn't know it at first glance. It reminds me of the Latent Period in Radiation poisoning. The patient often feels fine, some even asking to be discharged during this time frame. Completely numb to the radiation swirling through their bones and destroying them on a Chromosomal level. A full week before your body realizes there's nothing left. Then your organs turn to jelly and your skin to fly-paper." He chuckled. "The human body is a strange thing. I grow more respect for it every day."

The chemical reaction continued, as the men watched. "And here is the part I find most interesting," He said, pushing the table closer to Thomas, causing him to attempt to jerk back in fear, which the clown didn't notice. "Do you see how the color is lightning now?" He showed him, "That is the piranha solution oxidizing the carbon left from the candy. It will return to its clean and clear coloring, with no indication of the horrors left behind. "So deceptive, but so beautiful." Thomas watched the bubbles slow until all that was felt was the transparent liquid, with only the barest hint of a yellow tint.

Joker turned to the table, pulling a dropper from the mix and picking up just a drop of the solution, and placing it on the man's forearm. The pain was intense and burning. Eating and destroying his flesh. Tommy cried out without meaning to. Looking up at his arm he saw a dime-sized wound that was tunneling deeper and wider into and across his flesh.

Joker then sprayed a small amount of a neutralizing agent on the acid, stopping the spread of the burn- but the pain remained. He screwed his eyes shut, remembering what Johnny had said about images. "It's actually the perfect tool for disposing of a body, not just skin or bones or teeth, it destroys the ashes of them. Except for one crucial thing. The reactivity. This shit isn't for the faint of heart, but I've never been that." He grinned evilly. "Tommy, Open your eyes." He giggled, grinning evilly, lifting the glass vial threateningly, "Unless you don't want to see, that is?"

In the next room, Johnny's hand trembled around the lighter crushing his Oxy, as the screaming started. Then the begging. Johnny hated the begging most. Begging to J, to God to anyone who could possibly help him.

He didn't know how J could stand it, but as his laugh followed, and echoed every sound, he had an idea. He rolled a bill blindly, shivering uncontrollably in the warm room as he partook.

Within a matter of minutes, He could take it no longer, making his way out to the car, starting it, and driving to his favorite Diner, Terry's Place. J would call him when it was time to finish the Job.

AN: So, I was gonna do a play-by-play of What is Happening with Thomas, but that was what I was concerned was far too graphic, I mean it read like a splatter-punk story rather than just a horror scene with an emphasis on body horror, but if you're interested in seeing the original let me know haha. Also, I wanted to state here, that the horror I write is inspired by what scares me personally, be aware.

Please review/comment! it means the most! even If I never know how to reply. :)

Also, let me know what you think of the new cover I added I really like it but I'm not sure it fits the vibe. Unfortunately, the last cover had the story's previous name on it, causing me to Have to take it down, and honestly, I can't remember how the hell I made it.