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Cold, it was always cold here, cold and wet and dark and worst of all quiet. The basement was always cold and dark, the wet was new, a leaking pipe just above the rusted cage he curled up in. He could stand the cold and the dark, he was used to that, the wet mad the colde worse, but he could stand that too. It was the quiet he couldn't stand. With no noise from the house above him he had no sense of time, for all he knew it had been days even weeks since he had been left down here, the pain in his gut said it had probably been a week, but with no light and no sound he couldn't be sure. Suddenly a light blinded him, the door was open and he could hear the thuds of loud boots on the rotting wooden stairs. His empty sockets turned to glare at the door and the silhouette standing in the light, but he didn't dare move from his place. The boots stopped in front of his cage and suddenly he was drenched and colder than ever. "drink." A plate of food, if you could even call it that, was shoved under the rusted bars, "and eat, you have a match tonight and I've got a whole load of money on the line if you loose." He didn't respond, he never responded any more, it wasn't worth it just to get one quip in.
He let out a yelp as one of those heavy boots connected with the side of his cage jolting it sideways and sending him flying into the rusted bars. "I said eat!" He stood slowly sockets trained on the ground as he stumbled over to the plate to inspect its contents, moldy bread and slimy meat probably a week or more old, not the worst he'd had, but he knew what good food meant, and honestly he'd rather starve. As he shoved the food down his throat he could hear the boots retreating back up the stairs, the creaking of the rotten wood loud in the silence of the room, then the door was closed, and the light was gone, and once again he was alone.
Y/N POV:
I let out a sigh as I stared at the furious lady in front of me, as far as I could tell she was screaming about there being mustard on he sons burger when he didn't like mustard. I stand silently fake smile plastered onto my face as I wait for her to take a breath, although I'm starting to believe she doesn't need air. "I demand to speak to your manager this is utterly unacceptable service!" I can almost feel the spit flying from her mouth as I mentally sigh and steel myself. "Ma'am our manager has already left for the day, I am currently supervising the restaurant," Before I can continue she begins yelling her face so red I'm starting to suspect she might burst "Then you're an absolutely useless supervisor! I'm going to sue this restaurant for endangerment! What if my son had been allergic to this huh?! You could've killed my little angel!" I chance a glance over at said little angel who is currently trying to stick his arm up into the claw machine in the corner before turning back to the lady, "My apologies Ma'am, I'll have the burger remade for you without the mustard, and here" I hand her a brightly colored coupon for two free meals "as compensation for the trouble". She snatches the coupon with a huff and storms over to a table where she stuffs it into her horrible floral handbag. What did they always say? Deep breaths, smile and wave. I turn to the next customer and begin the process again
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It was bright outside, even after dark the streetlights were near blinding after being in the pitch blackness of the basement for so long. He clung to the edge of the cage arms wrapped around the rusted bars in an attempt to avoid being thrown around by the rough uneven movements of the swinging cage. The were going to a fight, and a big one if the mans little, chat, had been any inclination.
He clung to the bars at the back of the cage as far away from the door as he could get, a yelp escaped him as the collar around his neck sent a shock jolting through his bones. "Killer come here". Killer, he hated that name, his owner had given it to him after his first match, he was new to the rings then but his opponent was a cherry, meek and terrified it had barely put up a fight when he lunged at it, but now he had earned the name, to be honest he couldn't even remember how many bitties he'd killed in the rings, too many. He slowly approached the door to the cage sockets glued to the ground with a glare that could shake almost any bitty in the ring, "You'll be fighting a pair tonight, fell brothers, they're good but you're gonna be better else you won't be seeing food for a week." That wasn't much of a threat anymore, killer often went days without food, but he knew much worse would happen if he lost, "this ain't one of them pussy matches either, this is a kill match, so do what you're good at and kill those bitties". Do what you're good at, that was all he was good at wasn't it, killing bitties to save his own ass, he hated this, he was cold and tired and hungry and afraid, but more than anything he was angry, angry at his owner who had promised love and affection only to shove him into pain and darkness, angry at the adoption center that had let this man adopt him, angry at himself for never trying to escape. He flipped a finger up at the man before him and regretted it the moment a steel toes boot made contact with his ribcage sending him flying back into the cage. "you worthless rat now you'd really better win else I might just find me a better bitty". He didn't respond instead choosing to curl uparound his injured ribs at the back of the cage.
His ribs still ached from the blow, but it was a manageable pain, one he could easily ignore during a fight. The cage finally stopped its nauseating swaying motion, and the cover was removed, they'd arrived at the ring. His cage was surrounded by others containing many other bitties. Most were fell types, some little bros and sansy's mixed in, there were only a few papys and baby blues all in cages with their brothers, clearly motivation for them but not fighters themselves, they wouldn't last a second in the rings. The sounds of cheering and yells tells him there's already a fight in progress, he can't see who but the anxious faces of two baby blues tells him its probably their brothers, he doesn't care, he can't care, not if he wants to be able to win this fight. What feels like hour passes, more and more cages vanish their owners leaving the rings, some are home to bitties sporting new cuts and cracks, some leave empty, the losers of the match. Eventually the man comes and takes his cage, it's placed at the opening of the ring the door opened to let him out, he can already see the two fell brothers and edgy and a boss exiting their own cage on the other side. He steps out with a large grin, a grin that widens when he sees the unnerved glance of the edgy. "wat kinda bit re you?" the edgy's voice is raspy and weak, unusual for the normally loud and demanding type, he doesn't answer though, to be honest he doesn't really know the answer anymore. He'd been a sansy when he was adopted, but could he even call himself one now? The man had been so hellbent on making him stronger that he'd begun dosing him on concentrated magic, too much concentrated magic. It had done something too him. For one his soul no longer sat in his chest, it was too full of magic to stay there, now it sat open and vulnerable, a literal target waiting to he hit, and his sockets, he didn't have eyelights, not anymore, instead they were empty, as cold and dark as the basement he lived in, streaks of black ran down from them, stains from the concentrated magic that had flowed instead of tears when his soul ripped itself from his chest. No, he wasn't a sansy anymore, he was Killer, so rightfully named for the only thing he was good at.
Y/N POV:
Everything hurt, I was sore and tired and hungry, and finally going home. I jiggle lock on the cabinet in the staff room, these lockers were almost as old as the building, whilst Danny's 24hr Diner was a relatively new addition to the area the building it was in was a different tory. All the money for the development had gone into the restaurant part of the building, making it modern and comfortable for the customers, the staff rooms however were still the original architecture cracked walls and stuck locks included. I finally wrench open the cabinet and grab my things, I check the time on my hone and sigh, 2 am, normally I'm out by 12am, just in time for the last bus of the night, but one of the other girls had gone home sick and well I could use the overtime. "guess I'm walking tonight". I grab my bag shove my headphones in and weave my way out the building past the still bustling kitchen now in clean mode with the lack of late night customers. It's cold when I step outside and I pull my jacket tighter around me. The walk home isn't long maybe 15 minutes at most, I'm about halfway there when a man comes storming out an alley and straight into me, "Hey! Watch it!" he sends a glare m way before tossing what looks like a cage into the boot of a beat up sedan slamming the lid and flooring it away from the block. I mutter a few choice words after him before bending to collect my headphones that had been knocked out in the collision. Suddenly a noise catches my attention, it sounds like cheering, "what the hell?"