Okay, maybe escaping into the base in the mountains hadn't gone according to plan. But it was better than nothing.
The entire place had gone up in an explosion, that hadn't damaged the whole building, but was big enough to where Victim had decided it was time to get the fuck out.
And then their car was attacked, forcing them to continue the rest of the journey on foot.
Another explosion rattles the forest. King's hand doesn't let go of Purple's, only tightening.
The tightness doesn't sit right with Purple. It leaves a weird pit in his stomach that he doesn't know what to do with.
Pain shoots up his legs when the ground shifts, but before he can fall, King pulls him into Rocket Corp.
Only then does Purple finally get the chance to sink to the ground, his legs in pain.
Old bruises flare up again. He feels dizzy, his ears ringing.
His sense of touch is still active. He can feel King gently rubbing circles into his skin, holding both of his hands tight.
"Breathe, sweetheart, breathe."
Purple carefully sucks in a breath, forcing his head up to look at King.
"Hey, kiddo."
Purple gives him a small smile. King smiles back, pulling Purple to his feet.
He keeps an arm around his shoulders as they walk.
The group walks through the desolate hallways, Purple's eyes darting around wildly.
The dark hallways bring back terrible memories, the eerie silence, everything.
"You okay?" King asks him.
"...I think…I-I don't know."
The group walks into one room, almost immediately splitting up. Purple immediately freezes, eyes darting between two entirely different places in the room.
The wall may be clean, but the splat of his birth fathers remains hitting the wall will never go away.
The forcefield may be gone, but the sensations of near-rape and the dark stick figure pinning him down will burn into his head.
Both times.
King attempts to pull them into a corner, but Purple doesn't move, still staring between the two spots.
"Purple? Hey, sunshine, what's wrong?"
Purple's arms shake, stomach churning with nausea. King freezes, thawing out right afterwards and carefully guiding the teenager to an isolated corner away from the others.
"Purple, honey, what's the matter?"
"Make him stop, Make him stop, please make him stop! "
"Hey, hey, it's okay, love, it's okay."
Purple chokes on air, his shaking hands covering his ears. King gently covers his hands, pulling them away.
"Hey, hey, shhh…it's okay, sweetheart, it's okay."
Purple stares up at him, but he can't see him.
"No, no, please don't-"
Purple's hands rip away from King's, backing further into a corner.
"Purple, honey, what's wrong? Please, talk to me, say something so I can help you."
King again reaches out, but slapped away.
"No, don't touch-"
That gives King enough confirmation that something happened.
Fuck.
The memory swirls around, all too recent, just a couple days prior, he thinks.
He doesn't know why it hasn't bit him in the ass earlier. Why now?
Why now did he have to remember, to feel, to relive it all over again, to-
He sees what is probably the most menacing stick he's ever met in his life.
His hazy eyes can hardly focus on him, but the feelings and the sensations are all too real.
All too familiar.
But he can't fight back.
There's no way for him to fight back.
This stick is older, probably right in between Moon and Midnight for age. He's stronger than Midnight, far more stronger.
So much stronger that any attempt at moving his legs to kick him off is foiled before it starts.
That. And all of his limbs feel like jelly.
Like a ragdoll.
The older figures hand slips through his waistband, trailing down his thighs.
Make it stop, please make it stop.
He already knows what's going to come next.
The sensations hit him like a semi truck. The most uncomfortable feeling of fingers moving around inside of him that makes his stomach churn with nausea. Another hand moves up to clamp his mouth shut.
"Just relax, loosen up a little. God, you're tight."
Purple's eyes sting, tears already leaking out the corners of his eyes. The words are on his tongue, he just can't say them.
Please stop.
Purple tries so fucking hard to block out everything. Think of something else, that's what he had to do.
He doesn't have to think for very long. Contrary to earlier attempts, the fingers gently pull out, wetness dripping out of his hole, down his leg, plopping onto the floor-
"There you go…see? That wasn't so bad, now was it?" His attacker removes their hand, expecting an answer. His other hand still wrapped around his hips.
"Go fuck yourself, asshole." Purple croaks out through tears.
Cold air rushes through his lower half, before something metallic clatters to the floor. "Watch your tone, whore."
The word stings. The words his mother was subjected to.
Cold hands press against his hips again, pressuring downwards. Nails dig into his skin, but he's able to suppress anything that shows pain. Instead choosing to glare daggers at the older stick on top of him.
"Why should I." Purple hissed, wincing as his legs were roughly spread apart.
"Because," The older hums, danger sticking to his tone. Something presses up against his hips…at least as well as one can when pinning a teenager to the cold, hard floor. "Those words won't come out of your mouth soon enough."
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.
"Stop…please stop…" The broken words for mercy escape his lips before he can take them back.
"Come on, be a good little whore and take it." The older responds, pushing farther in. Then they start thrusting, which just makes the entire moment even worse.
Purple is half tempted to bite his hand and at least try and fight back, but the older stick's body is pressed up against his, their hips slapping against his, so he relents.
He forces himself to let it happen. It'll be over soon, he knows it.
This never lasts as long as he thi-
The stick on top of him pushes deeper, Purple feels like he's being pushed back just from the force of the thrusting.
"There you go. Good boy. Take it all like the good little slut you are." They moaned.
God, Midnight wasn't this degrading.
What the fuck-
Purple feels his insides getting wetter and fuller and he just wants this to stop.
Put a bullet through my goddamn head already, I don't care what you do, just please make it stop.
Anything but this.
Moans sound above him, and everything spills over the edge.
Hot liquid(oh God please make it stop) spills out of him, dripping onto the floor through screams of pain from Purple and moans of pleasure from his assaulter.
It dies down after a minute or so, and the older pulls out, squelching noises from the liquid following suit.
They remove their hand from Purple's mouth, slowly releasing him from the suffocating agony of being pinned down. "Good little whore, you are," They purred, their wet fingers trailing across Purple's cheeks. The salty substance trails onto his lips as their hands trail back down. Purple doesn't dare open his mouth this time."Good boy…now that wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Purple keeps his mouth shut this time. The attacker's hands trail down his thighs, between his legs, scooping up the rest of the mixed release from both of them.
Something brushes against his lips again, trailing down his neck. Purple just wants to die.
He blanks out again, barely coming to when the attacker wipes them both clean, fixing his shorts before injecting him with something, and Purple's vision blacks out.
Purple's throat hurts.
A lot.
Which is odd. He only remembers crying and gasping for air, not screaming.
Gray hands hover over him. Victim, he recognizes.
There's people all around him, none of them making any move to touch him.
What happened?
"Purple, buddy, you in there?" Victim gently waves his hand in front of his face, prompting the teenager to back away slightly.
Agent guides Victim's hands away, looking him over. "You okay?"
"I…think..? I-I don't know, what-" Where the fuck is King. "What happened?"
"To be honest…we don't know either. You haven't freaked out as bad as you did earlier, but the best I can describe it is an extremely bad panic attack."
Purple nods along, glancing around at each individual stick around him. None of them are King.
Where is he.
"Where's King?"
"Outside. Maroon kinda forced him to wait out there because…he had no idea what was wrong and was making it worse, so we told him to wait outside until you calmed down."
Purple stands up as soon as Victim finishes talking, already walking towards the door he knows King is on the other side of.
And he is. As soon as Purple pushes the doors open and glances into the hallway, King is a few feet in front of him.
As if there's a barrier preventing him from getting any closer.
Maroon stands up, eyes trained on Purple. "You good, kid?"
"Yeah…I think?"
Maroon sighs. "Good. Your dad is probably worse than you are when it comes to calming down."
"I am not!"
"You were making a scene worthy of the best toddler actor out there!"
"I was worried!"
"I know, but still!"
Purple stares between them, a small smirk on his face. Man, who knew watching two adults argue like children could be so funny?
King glares at Maroon, finally glancing at Purple. All the worry and love he had was clear in his eyes.
"Mar, can you just…let me and Purple talk out here…alone?"
Maroon takes the hint quickly, sliding past Purple and closing the doors behind him.
The two stare at each other in silence for another moment. King doesn't make any moves to touch him or anything.
"Dad…?"
"Are you okay?"
And there it was, folks. There was the million dollar question.
"I-" Purple cuts himself off, shaking his head. "No. Far from okay."
King takes a step closer, his gentle voice a far cry better from the grating on his ears from other voices. "What's wrong?"
Purple sucks in a breath, bile churning in his stomach from just the thoughts. "When I got captured by The Void before…all of this, there was this guy there, and he drugged me with something a-and-"
"Purple…please, baby, don't say it-"
King's eyes are gentle, full of concern and horror at the dawning realization.
"He…he raped me."
The room falls far too silent. As silent as silent can get.
Purple hates it.
It stays like that for another moment, then another, and another, then-
"Purple…" King holds a hand out, whatever he's going to do with it is anyone's guess. "I-I'm so sorry, I-Can I touch you?"
Purple nods slightly, almost immediately tensing up as soon as King gently cups his cheeks in his hands. Once the familiar affection sinks in, he relaxes.
"I'm sorry, I-I should've told you earlier, but-"
"No, baby, there's nothing to be sorry about right now. Nothing. You did nothing wrong, nothing is your fault right now. Okay?"
Purple nods along, melting into King's gentle touch.
"Are you okay?"
Purple doesn't respond right off the bat, staring at him blankly. Eventually, he comes up with a response. "No…not yet, at least. Being with you…I think I'll be okay."
King blinks, before it festers into his head, and he smiles at him. "Can I-Do you need a hug? I-Its fine if you don't, I-I just-"
Purple leaned against his chest anyways. The older blinks for a moment before reluctantly pulling him close.
"Purple…"
The younger stick nuzzles into his chest, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I missed you…"
"Oh, honey…" King's embrace tightens around the small child, gently brushing his hand through his hair. "I missed you too. But it's okay now. I'm here now. I'll help you through this, I promise. We'll get through this together. Promise."
Purple sniffles, looking up at the older. "Always and forever?" He asks, voice wobbly, on the verge of tears.
King gently cups his cheek. "Always and forever, my little sunshine."
Purple leans back into the embrace, small sobs racking his body. King hugs him tighter, a gentle hand combing through his hair.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you
In my arms
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I hung my head and cried
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take
My sunshine away
King doesn't know whether or not to panic at the silence the song brings, but it dissipates almost immediately when he notices Purple calmed down.
And almost entirely asleep.
King doesn't mind that, keeping the child in his lap and gently brushing his hair, lulling the child completely to sleep.
*CRASH!*
Purple jolts awake, flinching at the sudden loud noises. King pulls him closer for the briefest second before they both get to their feet. Purple watches the door with such a large amount of intensity, he'd think he could burn a hole through it.
Until a familiar voice echoes through the building.
"Well, this is a surprise!"
Purple's heart plummets.
"Oh god, no."
King hears it too. "...Shit. She's alive."
Purple's hand tightens around King's. "Dad?"
"She's not going to hurt you. I promise."
The small reassurance is enough for him.
"Remember, whatever we go through here, we face it together."
The look in Purple's eyes tells King what he's thinking.
"Always and forever?"
"Always and forever."