King's hand curled around Purple's, holding it tightly as the two nearly crashed into the mayhem of the main room.
Another explosion, and Victim comes running over, dragging Agent in by the hand.
"Purple! Your-"
"What is happening?!"
Green and the others come running in after. "Most badass big damn kiss I've ever seen, you just missed it!"
"I'll see another one later, what the fuck is going on?!"
"Your aunts gone psycho!" Blue shouts. "She's trying to kill us all!"
"Far from surprising, given current circumstances." Purple muttered, glaring up at her.
Another explosion, this time right in front of them. King pulls Purple close while Agent pushes buttons on his wristband. The others, on instinct, screamed as Chosen and Dark countered with fireballs.
A forcefield came up around them.
"Nice save!"
As the smoke cleared, King caught a glance of Luna flying above them. Levitating.
King pulled Purple closer, snarling at Luna.
My kid, bitch.
Luna's smirk only grew as the group backed further away. "Wonderful! The gangs all here!"
The group glared at her. King held Purple's hand tighter while Chosen and Dark spawned in fireballs. "Fuck off, Luna. Put the base back where it's supposed to be and leave us alone!" Dark shouted at her.
"Why should I?"
Purple glared at her. "It's me you want, so why go through all of the trouble of moving the entire base when all you want is a simple teenager?!"
"Because," Luna started, a lasso making it's way into her hand. King's heart plummeted.
No, no, no-
"How else are you supposed to fall into my trap?" The question hung in the air as she swung the lasso, throwing it through the forcefield, not even flinching when it shattered the entire barrier, wrapped around Purple's waist, and threw him up to her.
"And besides, making your friends suffer too is so much more fun!" She threw him back down, not letting the others get the satisfaction of getting to the kid before eight sticks jumped down from the rafters.
The others skidded to a stop in front of the group, all lined up. One of them stared straight up at King, and the look in his eyes made his stomach drop.
Midnight.
Green's hands balled into fists, shaking with rage. "The son of a bitch-!"
"Green, before you run in and do something stupid-" Yellow snapped. "-Think of something logical."
"No! That motherfucker hurt my best friend, I'm going to do something about it!"
Shoving his way out of Yellow's grip, Green charged for him.
"GREEN LOOK OUT!"
Purple's shout caught the group off guard as Midnight was suddenly on the other side of a forcefield.
The same one Purple was in.
"HEY! LET ME IN THERE! MIDNIGHT, I SWEAR TO BECKER, YOU PUT ONE SINGLE ATOM ON MY FRIEND, YOUR GOING TO REGRET EVER-"
Green was blasted to the side, King catching him before he hit the ground. King couldn't hear what Midnight was saying, but he knew it was far from a good thing.
Purple grew more and more terrified with each step, backing to the edge of the forcefield to try and get away.
"Son of a bitch-" He snarled, setting Green back on the ground to join the others in trying to break open the forcefield.
It wasn't working.
"Come on, come on! Open! Please!" Chosen shouted, slamming a fireball into the forcefield.
King banged his fists against the barrier again.
I'm coming, sunshine.
Just a little bit longer.
Please just stay strong.
A blast of green energy came blasting at the barrier. The group flinched, just as another one hit.
This time, the barrier cracked. Just slightly.
"HAH! GOT HIM!" Dark shouted. Chosen turned around, his entire body freezing up within an instant.
"Sec?"
Purple doesn't know what's going on.
He can't seem to focus on anything around him except Midnight trying(and failing, presumably from weakness, Purple can't tell) to pin him down, and the others screaming outside.
That's it.
That's all he can understand about the surroundings.
Midnight attempts to grab his wrists, failing when Purple again dodges, ducking into another corner.
When he tries dodging another attack again, Midnight tackles him, pinning him down and successfully grabbing both of his wrists.
"Your such an innocent child, aren't you?"
"If only your father could see you like this? How disappointed he would feel?"
"Awww, why? Don't you looooooooove this?"
"Shhhh. This will go a whole lot smoother if you stop struggling and be quiet."
"Where's your fight, sunshine?"
"You always seem to fight against me."
"Aw, the poor sunshine."
"Come on, kid, put up at least a little bit of a fight."
"Come on, haven't you taken drugs before?"
Something presses against his thighs, old bruises flaring up, makeitstop-
Something else bangs against the glass-like cage he's trapped in with a monster
"Let go!"
"Why? Can't bear to make your poor father watch you suffer?" It's Midnight's tone that makes him sick inside.
Dripping with sweetness that's only a facade.
Purple wouldn't stop squirming. He was beginning to realize how week Midnight actually was, to the point where his grip on his wrists and thighs was starting to slip.
As long as it kept weakening, Purple could get an upper hand.
As long as it kept weakening.
That's what he was counting on.
One of Midnight's fingers reaches up towards his waistband. and Purple's heart sinks.
Please no-
Purple again attempted to move one of his hands, but the grip tightened.
Fuck!
"Nuh-uh, can't have my little sunshine escaping, now can I?"
Purple's eyes fill with tears. "Let go-!"
"Shhh...this'll go so much smoother as long as you stop squirming-"
Midnight's hands moved past the waistband, and Purple took the chance. While he still had use of his legs, he kicked Midnight in the stomach, kicking him in the chest to get him away before backing into the opposite corner.
Midnight crashed onto the ground, snarling at Purple before moving to pin him against the wall again. "You little shit-"
Purple blocked out the screaming, trying to block everything out before all-too familiar feelings of something inside him moving around.
"Now stop squirming, you little brat, and this'll go a lot smoother." Midnight snarled.
His other hand pressed against Purple's thighs again, Midnight pressed up against him and preventing movement.
Whatever's inside of him(Purple knows damn well what's going on) goes farther in, and GOD IT HURTS-
I like you best when your head's between my legs
Wrap your fingers 'round my neck, try to ca-catch your breath
Send kisses down my chest, make the walls turn a bright red
I can't tell if it's a threat
That's when I like you best
makeitstopmakeitstopMAKEITSTOP-
Purple tries kicking his legs, fighting back, screaming, but nothing works.
The forcefield collapses, but there's nobody to save him.
Hey, how've you been? I've been thinking 'bout your skin
When you're pressed up against mine
"Hold still!"
"NO!"
Word is on the street, chew up everyone you meet
But you take me to cloud nine
Wine and dine, I'll make you mine
Tie me with a rope, no it isn't just a cope
Purple doesn't know where his hands get tied together, but suddenly Midnight's hand isn't above his head, and that realization is what fills him with pure dread.
I just like you better when you're cold
Midnight kicks his legs out, sending him crashing to the floor, pinned down by the older stick.
The squelching sounds of fingers moving around inside of him make his stomach churn with nausea.
It's an all too familiar feeling that's haunted him through phantom touches and nightmares ever since the very beginning.
I like you best when your head's between my legs
Wrap your fingers 'round my neck, try to ca-catch your breath
His other hand moves down his face, rubbing his thumb against his neck, trailing down his chest.
Let me go…
Please let me go….
Send kisses down my chest, make the walls turn a bright red
I can't tell if it's a threat (That's when I like you best)
He just wants to go home right now, trying to bite back screams of agony as Midnight pushes farther. It hurts, he's sure it's going to cause bleeding or something.
God help me.
Pins and needles prick at his skin as something sucks on his neck. If his hands weren't literally tied right now-
"Relax, loosen up a little~" Midnight's sickeningly sweet voice whispers in his ear. God, does he want to die right now.
Midnight finally pulls out, thank fuck, but the fight is far from over yet.
Drooling like a dog, were you one of Pavlov's?
On your knees, begging for a taste
Wet fingers trail across his cheek. Midnight smirks, the evillest thing Purple probably knows.
I'll take you for a spin, baby, love isn't a sin
When you look at me I'm your saint
"Please…stop…."
Purple doesn't even want to feel the liquid substance anywhere else. He wants to get out of here.
He wants to be back with King. Not with this monster.
Wine and dine, I'll make you mine
Lean in for a kiss, no it isn't only this
I just like you best that way
Midnight's hand roughly grabs his face, forcing him to look in his eyes.
"Let go-!"
"Why should I?" Midnight purred. Purple whined, trying to squirm away from the grip. Purple's throat fills with bile as his lips press to Purple's. It's a gentle kiss, but it's one that almost makes Purple want to die even more.
It's far from comforting, he knows that for a fucking fact.
God, did he wish that he could sink into the floor.
I like you best when your head's between my legs
Wrap your fingers 'round my neck, try to ca-catch your breath
Purple whips his head to the side, forcibly breaking them apart. The older's lips trail down his neck, his hands grabbing at his hips.
Let me go, asshole.
Let me go-
That's when things get so much worse. Purple can't do much when his shorts are ripped away. He can't kick or punch or scream, even though he wants to do all three at once and then die immediately after.
Send kisses down my chest, make the walls turn a bright red
I can't tell if it's a threat (That's when I like you best)
His entire body hurts, his head splitting, but he doesn't pass out. He hates that his body just doesn't shut down.
"Don't scream." Midnight orders coldly. Purple's heart plummets.
No, no, NO-
A hand is back over his mouth, stomach doing loops when something pushes through his hole, pushing further inside of him. The squelching sounds it makes just make him want to throw up.
But everything is tied up, he can't do anything except suffer through the pain. Purple chokes on a sob, wishing he wasn't there.
Wishing King was there instead, holding him close, gently brushing a hand through his hair, just being present.
But he's not. He can't hear anything except Midnight's moans of pleasure and Purple's choked sobbing.
Please, god, kill me now-
One of his hands gently cups his cheeks, fingers pinching his chin. "Take it, whore."
Purple glared at him through tears. "Fuck off-"
He thrusted in further at that. "Would love to, my dear."
I like you best when your head's between my legs
Wrap your fingers 'round my neck, try to ca-catch your breath
Heat pooling at his stomach makes him want to die. He wants to go home, fall asleep next to King, and just be there with him.
King, please come back.
I love you, I'm sorry I'm weak just please come back-
I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore, I want to die right now, but please just-
Send kisses down my chest, make the walls turn a bright red
I can't tell if it's a threat
Midnight moans louder, the heat becoming so much worse. Purple wishes he could just cover his ears and curl into a ball and die-
Hot liquid explodes, spilling across his stomach.
Now he wants to die.
God, please, just kill me now.
"Good little slut~" Midnight coos out, pulling out of him. Purple lets out another strangled sob, barely able to conceal them anymore.
He hurts way too much, pins and needles pricking every inch of his body, shame, nausea and disgust churning in his stomach.
That's when I like you best.
Midnight unties his hands, giving Purple a chance to pull himself into a sitting position and slowly back away. It's painstaking, but he manages. Everything smells disgusting, sickening, he feels disgusting, why didn't he fight back he can use his legs just fine why didn't you just fight back-
Midnight's on top of him again, gently wiping away the nauseating substance off of him. Yanking his shorts back up, he pushes Purple into a wall, whispering god knows what to him before walking off.
Purple can only just curl into himself, burying his face in his knees and sobbing even harder than before.
He wants to die.
He wants to just lay here and die in a puddle of his own guilt and shame and disgust at himself please god just let me die-
"Purple? Purple, wake up."
What the-
Why did everything around him feel so…soft?
What was going on-
"Purple, honey, wake up, it's just a dream."
What?
No. I-It wasn't a dream.
Everything felt so real, he was actually-
A gentle hand rubs gentle circles against his skin, another brushing a hand through his hair.
"Sunshine?"
It's just King.
Purple squints his eyes open just barely, glancing up at the older stick. Gentle, concerned eyes meeting his.
"Dad…?"
"Hey, sweetheart." King gently cups his face in his hands.
"What's…what's going on?"
"A nightmare of sorts, I think," King braces his arms as he tries sitting up. "You didn't scream or anything, but something made it even clearer."
Purple blinks at him. "I-It was a dream…?"
"Yeah? Kid, you kept calling out for me. What else did you think it was?"
Purple blinks at him.
That was a dream?
None of that was real?
No, that had to be real!
All of it felt so-
"Purple, honey, what's wrong?" King tilts his head up, the look in his eyes soft and loving.
Purple stares back, unsure of what to say. "I-I…It was all a dream…none of that was real…"
"What are you…"
"Midnight wasn't there…he's not here…is he?"
Purple doesn't have to go further than that for King to have a general idea of what happened. "He's dead, baby. He can't hurt you anymore, I promise."
Purple looks up at him. "He's dead…he…he didn't rape me…it wasn't real-"
Everything's fine.
It's going to be okay.
King's here, your safe.
It's going to be okay.
King can promise you that.
It's all going to be okay.
King gently wraps his arms around him, gently carding hands through his hair. Purple's eyes well up with tears as he returns the embrace, burying his face in King's chest.
"It's okay, sunshine, it's okay. I'm here, I won't let him hurt you. Ever again. I promise."
The tears fall down his cheeks as he breaks away. King gently wipes them away with his thumb, the same gentle smile resting on his face.
"I'm here, baby, you're okay."
"I-It wasn't real, I-I'm safe."
"Your safe here, kiddo. I'm here, I've got you. I'm not letting anyone hurt you like that again. I promise on my life."
"You promise me?"
"I promise you. I will protect you as long as you'll allow me to."
Purple sobs in his arms, basking in the affection and the reality fully sinking in.
He's safe.
Nobody can hurt him anymore.
King will protect him.
"I love you, dad."
King's voice is somewhat wobbly. He hugs him so much tighter.
"I love you too, sunshine."