#:3!! set um. earlyyy when the teens opened the door letting Willy escape! Backstory here is Tricks and Willy made a blood contract about

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"forced proximity prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ — “what if y- “¹ “if you seriously propose that i sit on your lap, i will kill you.”² " For Willy?

Tricks woke up groggy. Groggy and confused. He groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was confused, eyes lazily scanning the features. "I didn't... Fall asleep here?" He said aloud.

His voice carried oddly, and he wondered if he was still asleep. Wasn't there something about that? "You can't think in dreams. No... That isn't right. Ugh, it's something."

As Tricks continued walking, the scenery started to morph. Flickers of what he was used to, to something else, to nothing to, a room? Certainly this was a dream now.

"Did you miss me, Tricks?"

He knew that voice. His heart sank. His hands are clammy. As he turned, Willy Stampler sat on a stone throne. Legs spread, arms resting on the sides, a grin on his face. "It's been a long time."

"I--" Tricks started, losing his words as soon as he breathed again. "You got locked up. I heard it through the grapevine. You can't be doing this."

"Don't tell me you actually thought those idiots would win. One of their dumb grandkids let me out. I thought you'd be happy to see me." There was a glint in Willy's eyes that Tricks hated. A soft, purple haze colored them darker than he remembered. Willy becomed him closer, and, despite now wanting too, Tricks found himself stepping closer and closer to Willy.

"I was better without you in my life. We're done."

"Oh we are not done." Willy sat up straight, his eyes glaring at Tricks. "We have so much to do."

"Absolutely not. I'm leaving here. Wherever here is!"

Willy scoffed, crossing his arms. "What if y-"

"If you seriously propose I sit on your lap, I will kill you. You don't control me anymore."

Willy was silent for a moment. As he stood up, Tricks immediately regretted it. He took a step back, then two, then three, as Willy followed him. Willy grabbed his shirt, yanking him closer. "I know I've been gone, but you can't speak to me like that. I think you forgot what you are, Tricks." Willy was talking in his face. Lip drawn in a snarl. Tricks squirmed, desperately trying to get away. With his free hand Willy grabbed his face. "I own you. We made a deal. Even you know the rules of a blood contract."

There was a flash in Tricks eyes that made Willy's grin grow wider. "You remember what'll happen if you break it?"

"Willy..." Tricks started, as Willy let go and shoved him backwards laughing as Tricks fought to keep his balance.

"I'm not done with you. You're going to help me get what I want. Seems like you need to be trained again. Typical. I'll see you soon. And Tricks? That collar looks real good on you." Willy snapped his fingers before Tricks could interject.

Tricks bolted awake. His blankets were a mess, kicked off and bunched. He was sweating. His eyes wildly looked around. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here. Willy wasn't here.

He sighed, running a hand over his head, as he dragged his hand down his face, his thumb brushed something around his neck.

Willy's collar was still firmly locked around his neck, just a bit too tight, as it always had been.

Tricks suddenly felt cold. Willy was out. Willy was out and he couldn't do a thing to escape.

It was over. He'd lost.