10 minutes later~
1st POV
221Sept pulls to a drive-thru speaker of a burger joint.
Employee:*talking through the speaker* Hello and welcome Bing BANG Burgers. I can take your order.
221Sept: I'll have four number 9s, three number 9s large meals, two number 7s, five number 45s, one with cheese and five large sodas.
Me and Sith are holding in laughter because of Emerald's reaction to the large order. She looked at me like I knew it was a joke.
Me: Oh, we ain't joking, Emerald.
Emerald:*mutters* What the hell?
Employee:*talking through the speaker* Will that be all?
221Sept: Oh! And four kids' meals. With a toy!
Now it was our turn to look at 221Sept with the same reaction as Emerald.
Sith: Who are the kids' meals for?
221Sept: Ruby, Weiss, Nora,*points at Emerald* and Emerald.
Emerald: Normally, I should be mad. But I'm getting a toy with my kids' meal.
Employee:*talking through the speaker* Your total will be 124.69 Lien. Head to the next window to pay for and receive your meals.
Me:*to 221Sept* Pay them 500 Lien.
As we approached the next window to pay for our order, 221Sept handed the employee a 500 Lien note with a casual smile.
Employee:*taking the money* Thank you. Your order will be ready shortly. Please proceed to the pickup window.
The van moved forward, and soon we reached the pickup window. As we waited for our order, Sith, 221Sept, and I exchanged amused glances while Emerald seemed both bemused and intrigued by our unusual dynamics.
Emerald:*to Chris and Sith* Is this a regular thing for you guys? Kid's meals and all?
Me:*grinning* Nah, it's just Sept being Sept. He's got a soft spot for toys, you see.
Sith:*nodding* Yeah, he's like a big kid sometimes.
221Sept:*cheerfully* Hey, toys are cool! You never know what you'll get.
Our ranting continued as we received our order from the window, which was packed with bags of burgers, fries, and drinks, including the kids' meals with the promised toys.
Emerald couldn't help but smile at the lighthearted atmosphere, a stark contrast to the tense situations she was used to. It was a small reminder that there was more to life than crime and vengeance, and maybe, just maybe, she could find a new path with us unusual but strangely endearing individuals.
The van pulled away from the burger joint, the smell of freshly cooked food filling the air as we continued our journey, not only with a captured Cinder but with a newfound sense of camaraderie.
Timeskip, brought to you by VPD rushing to the area.
3rd Pov
221Sept pulls into the parking lot of the motel and is seen leaning on Declasse Gang Burrito is Lock looking at his iFruit smartphone.
221Sept:*getting out of the van* What's the motel room number?
Lock: Room 123.
He then noticed Emerald and pulled out his Heavy Pistol.
Chris: Whoa! Whoa! She's on our side.
Lock: Why is she in her underwear?
Emerald, still in her underwear and looking somewhat disheveled from the earlier confrontation, shifted uncomfortably under Lock's gaze.
Emerald: It's... a long story.
Chris stepped in, trying to defuse the situation.
Chris: We had a little run-in with Cinder. It's a wardrobe malfunction. Nothing to worry about.
Sith chimed in, grinning mischievously.
Sith: Besides, we've got burgers and toys waiting in the room.
Lock lowered his pistol, still looking a bit puzzled but deciding not to press further.
Lock: Fine, whatever. Let's get inside before someone calls the cops on us for having a nearly naked girl in the parking lot.
With that, the group headed into the motel, leaving Lock to follow them, shaking his head, and muttering about the weirdness of the situation.
As soon as they entered, Chris threw Cinder to a chair and Sith bitch slapped her awake.
Sith: Alright, Firebitch. Talk.
Cinder: Fuck. You.
Chris looks at Lock, 221Sept and Sith.
Chris:*smirks* Pain and humiliation?
Lock, 221Sept and Sith:*smirks* Pain and humiliation?
Chris: All those in favor?
All the members of Team GTA 5 raised their hands at the same time, it was unanimous.
Chris, Lock, 221Sept and Sith: I love democracy.
Emerald:*confused* What's democracy?
Lock:*pushing Emerald out the room* We'll explain it to you later. In the meantime, you can stay in that other van and eat your happy meal.*points at his Declasse Gang Burrito*
After Emerald leaves the room. Team GTA 5 looks at Cinder with smirks.
Sith: Let's start off with something simple.*to Chris* Get the bottle of hot sauce.
Cinder: Hot sauce. Really?
Chris: No need for hot sauce, I have a special concoction I made from my drug lab just for that.*puts on a gasmask and opens a large thermos*
Sith:*gags at the smell* Oh my god!
Lock:*gags at the smell* Jesus!
Cinder & 221Sept:*gags at the smell* What the fuck is that?!
Chris:*evil grin underneath the gasmask* As I said, a special concoction I made. It's got pure evil Ghost Pepper hot sauce, lemon juice, ground pepper, and chopped-up onions, was boiled in a pot for a few minutes, eggs, rotten bananas, spoiled milk, and day old Beowolf shit.
Cinder: Are you going to make me eat that?!
Chris: What? No, I'm not doing that.
Cinder sighs in relief.
Chris:*evil grin underneath the gasmask* But I will do this.*throws contents into Cinder's eyes*
Cinder screamed in pain as the foul concoction hit her eyes. She thrashed on the chair, trying to wipe away the burning mixture, but the restraints held her firmly in place. Her makeup smeared across her face, making her look like a grotesque caricature of her former self.
Sith and Lock winced at the sight and smell, while 221Sept and Chris looked on with grim satisfaction.
Cinder: You... monsters!
Chris removed the gas mask, revealing his malicious grin.
Chris: Now, now, Cinder, we're just getting started. You see, we have a lot of questions, and we're very creative when it comes to... interrogation methods.
Sith stepped forward, holding a pair of pliers, the metal jaws glistening ominously in the dimly lit room.
Sith: So, are you ready to talk, or do we need to get more... inventive?
Cinder's eyes widened in terror as she realized the extent of the pain and humiliation she was about to endure.
With a wicked grin, Chris retrieved a feather from his pocket and began to tickle Cinder mercilessly. Her screams turned into hysterical laughter as she tried to squirm away from the feather's touch.
Lock:*laughing* I can't believe we're doing this.
221Sept:*grinning* It's like a twisted slumber party!
Sith:*joining in* I never thought I'd see the day.
Cinder's laughter echoed through the motel room, a stark contrast to the screams of agony from moments before. Team GTA 5 continued their bizarre and unorthodox interrogation.
221Sept:*pulls out Sharpie marker and smiles* I always wanted to do this.
He proceeded to start drawing something on Cinder's face. After several minutes of concentrated effort, 221Sept stepped back, admiring his masterpiece on Cinder's face.
The room was filled with a strange mix of laughter, amusement, and the lingering scent of their earlier concoction.
Lock:*grinning* Sept, you've outdone yourself.
Sith:*chuckling* She'll definitely remember this.
Chris:*still wearing the gas mask* A true work of art.
Cinder, now covered in drawings and thoroughly humiliated, looked like a bizarre canvas of chaos. She had gone from a feared and formidable adversary to a helpless and defeated figure in a matter of minutes.
Cinder:*fuming* You... you're all insane!
Emerald, who had been quietly enjoying her Happy Meal in the other van, was completely unaware of the bizarre interrogation happening just a few feet away.
Lock then brings out a huge bucket of Red Sap from Forever Fall.
Lock:*to Sith and Chris* Take her to the bathtub.
Sith and Chris nodded and dragged Cinder in the bathroom and threw her in the tub.
Next, Lock dumps all the Red Sap from the huge bucket onto Cinder.
Cinder looked at Lock with a pissed off look. Then her eyes widened in horror as she saw 221Sept holding a glass jar filled with Rapier Wasps. The situation had gone from bizarre to downright terrifying.
Cinder:*panicking* What are you going to do with those?
221Sept:*grinning* Oh, just introducing you to some friends.
Cinder:*panicking* No, wait! You can't be serious!
221Sept:*grinning* Oh, we're serious.
With a mischievous glint in his eye, 221Sept opened the jar of Rapier Wasps. The tiny, buzzing insects immediately began to swarm around Cinder, attracted by the sweet scent of the Red Sap.
Cinder's screams filled the bathroom as she thrashed about, trying to escape the relentless assault of the wasps. It was a chaotic scene, with her covered in sticky sap and surrounded by a cloud of angry insects.
Outside the bathroom, Lock, Sith, and Chris couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. It was an interrogation like no other, a bizarre blend of humiliation and discomfort that had reduced Cinder to a state of desperation.
Lock:*smirking* Well, this is certainly one for the books.
Sith:*laughing* Who knew we had such a talent for creative interrogations?
Chris:*grinning* She won't forget this anytime soon.
Emerald, still in the other van and oblivious to the unfolding madness, continued to enjoy her Happy Meal, completely unaware of the bizarre events happening just a few feet away.
After about 10 minutes. 221Sept drags Cinder out of the tub and back on the chair.
Chris:*looking at Cinder* You look like you hit a beehive with a stick.
Cinder was a sorry sight indeed. Her once elegant and menacing appearance was now a mess. The Red Sap had clung to her clothes and hair, and her face was smeared with the sticky substance. Her eyes were swollen from the wasp stings, and she looked thoroughly defeated.
Chris's comment earned a weak glare from Cinder, who was still catching her breath after the ordeal with the wasps. She had endured more humiliation and discomfort in the past hour than in her entire criminal career.
Cinder:*hoarse* You... you won't break me.
Lock, Sith, and 221Sept exchanged glances. It seemed Cinder was determined to hold on to her secrets, even in the face of their unconventional methods.
Lock:*smirking* Well, we've got plenty more tricks up our sleeves.
Sith:*grinning* And we're not in a hurry.
Chris:*leaning in* So, Cinder, ready for round two?
Cinder's expression was a mix of defiance and resignation as she braced herself for whatever Team GTA 5 had in store next. It was clear that this interrogation was far from over.
Chris then pulled out a pair of Bluetooth headphones and duct taped it to Cinder's head.
Chris: This next one is more passive.
Cinder raised an eyebrow at this.
Chris: You'll be listening to "ITS DOC GERBILS WORLD".
Cinder:*a little relieved* Huh. That doesn't sound so bad-
Chris:*mischievous grin* For 10 hours.
Cinder:*confused* What?
Lock, Sith, and 221Sept jaw dropped in pure shock and fear.
Chris:*to Lock, Sith, and 221Sept* Oh don't worry. We won't be here; we'll be back at Beacon while Cinder stays here and listen to the video.
Cinder's eyes widened with a mix of disbelief and growing dread as Chris explained his plan. The notion of being forced to listen to "ITS DOC GERBILS WORLD" for ten hours straight was clearly not what she had expected. The sheer absurdity of the situation left Lock, Sith, and 221Sept momentarily stunned.
Lock:*whispering to the others* Is this... legal?
Sith:*shaking his head* I have no idea.
221Sept:*grinning* But it's hilarious!
Chris:*smirking* I'll set it up to loop, so she won't miss a second of it. Enjoy, Cinder.
With that, Chris activated the video on a tablet, ensuring it would play in a continuous loop for the next ten hours.
Cinder's expression shifted from defiance to pure misery as the relentless and mind-numbing tune filled the room. Team GTA 5 made their exit, leaving Cinder to endure her unusual and grating punishment.
After about 30 minutes of the 10hr video. Cinder started yelling like an insane person.
Cinder:*losing it* MAKE IT STOP!
Cinder's screams for mercy echoed through the motel room, her sanity slowly unraveling with each passing minute of the relentless "ITS DOC GERBILS WORLD." It was as if the catchy but mind-numbing tune had burrowed into her brain, driving her to the brink of madness.
Meanwhile, Team GTA 5 had retreated to a safe distance from the motel room, taking refuge in the Declasse Gang Burrito on their way to Beacon. They couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
Lock:*chuckling* I can't believe we're doing this!
Sith:*grinning* She deserves it for all the trouble she's caused.
221Sept:*laughing* Best interrogation ever!
As they continued to enjoy their impromptu meal of burgers and sodas, the sounds of Cinder's torment drifted through the motel walls, serving as a bizarre reminder of the unconventional path they had chosen.