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Whumptober 12- I Think I’ve Broken Something (Carrot Top)

So- this is actually something for our Carrot Boi Andrew’s story. Preface: it is not part of the chronological storyline. It’s a self indulgent what if, where Splice manages to capture Ali as well, and he’s got both of them in captivity. I do have more written of this self indulgent storyline? idea? au? thing. (If yall’s want to see more of it.)

Prompt: Broken Bones. CW: (broken bones), restrained, lady whump, dehumanization, blood mention, non con (nonsexual) touch, muzzled. Masterlist for Carrot Top here.

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She’d been there for 23 hours.

That was 23 too many. It was bad enough that he was here, but imagining what Splice would do now that he had her as leverage was unbearable to think.

He looked down to where she was lying, her head across his lap. She was out cold and had been for the past hour or so. He leaned back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. She felt so peaceful sleeping there, but he knew there was inner turmoil going on inside her mind- there always was.

Within a few minutes a guard barged into their cell. It startled Ali awake and she sat up, blinking rapidly. The guard walked into the small room and grabbed her by the arm. Andrew cried out but only small noises came from underneath his muzzle. He rose to his feet quickly but the chains around his ankles jerked him backwards as Ali was taken away.

He sat on the ground on his knees, hands in fists, yelling and cursing through the muzzle.

Within a brief moment the door was opened again and he looked up to see the same guard. He was pulled to his feet and the chains were removed from his ankles. A new chain was attached to the cuffs around his wrists and he was jerked forward, stumbling on his feet. He was led into a different cell further down the hall. One that was just barely larger and surrounded by more guards.

He glanced around to finally see Ali. She was standing, her hands cuffed by her side to the wall.

The cuffs were power restricting- The glowing band of blue light made that painfully obvious. Other than that, she looked perfectly fine. Thankfully.

Andrew was led to the opposite wall, about 10 feet away from her. His hair was grabbed- head thrown backwards as a collar locked tight around his throat. A collar, attached to a chain from the ceiling. His wrists were then chained to the wall as well.

Ali met his eyes but didn’t say anything. And then another figure walked into the room.

If Andrew could have sighed in exasperation, he would’ve.

Splice seemed to bounce on his toes like he always would as he entered the small room.

Ali shrunk back into the wall at the sight of him, and Andrew instantly recognized the fear carving it’s way across her face, despite her efforts to appear strong.

The man walked in circles around the room, staring at them each individually.

“Well. Well well well well well. This looks fun doesn’t it?” He said, stopping in the middle of the room so he could look at them both. He glanced towards Andrew. “Oh, but that won’t do for this little experiment.” He walked over towards his nephew and reached his hands behind his head, unclasping the harsh muzzle that encased his face. Andrew let out a large breath, letting the air escape freely through his lips, but his voice remained silent. Splice twirled the metal muzzle around in his fingers and looked between the two of them.

“So who’s first?” He asked.

Andrew and Ali exchanged glances. Neither of them said a word.

“Oh come on.” Splice encouraged. “It’s no fun if I pick. Who’s gonna go first?” He spoke as if they were awaiting turns to go down the slide at the playground- not be tortured by some psycopath.

“I will.” Andrew demanded

“No!” Ali cried.

Splice raised his hands in defense. “You don’t even know what I have planned and yet you’re already so protective of each other.” He chuckled to himself. “Wow, this really will be enjoyable.”

“I’ll go first.” Andrew stated again. “Don’t hurt her.”

“Hmm. Decisions decision.” Splice seemed to melt, as if shedding his skin, until a puddle had formed at his feet, and then the puddle rose, forming an exactly identical copy of Splice. It copied the original’s every movement, but only one voice was heard.

“Let’s see. Ah! Here we go- I torture you both. Each time she, whimpers, or makes a noise, I break a bone in his body.”

Terror instantly struck both friend’s faces and they looked towards each other.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start small- But he’s only got so many.” The clone walked over towards Ali and stood next to her, almost as if guarding her.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

Ali watched, as if things were going in slow motion as the lights on the cuffs around her wrists glowed brighter.

Almost instantly the electricity coursing through them entered her system- and almost instantly she screamed, drowning out Andrew’s cry for them to stop. Her head cracked backwards against the wall and she slid to the floor. Soon afterwards it died down and she could breathe again.

“Well that was almost too easy.” Splice stated. He grabbed Andrew’s wrist and fiddled with a few of the fingers as Andrew tried to pull it away.

Ali shook her head, clenching her teeth- desperate to utter an apology. The clone pulled her back to her feet and she leaned back against the wall- her muscles shaking.

Andrew braced himself, leaning further into the wall, clenching his free hand into a fist. Splice grabbed his pinky finger in his grasp and pushed it backwards, ever so slowly. The snap that soon followed made Ali jump, and she covered her mouth even harder. Andrew clenched his teeth fiercely together and squeezed his other hand tighter in a fist. His head leaned back and he stared up at the ceiling, blinking back the tears that tried to emerge.

Confusion and concern came over Ali’s face. Andrew didn’t seem to be in that much pain… so either it really didn’t hurt, or he was used to being in pain at this point. She hoped it was the first one.

Andrew made eye contact with her and gave her a slight nod, as if saying he was okay.

“Well, that was a little disappointing.” Splice stated. He dropped Andrew’s hand and it swung back to his side. He turned to Ali. “Should we try you again?”

“NO!” Andrew cried. “Don’t hurt her!”

“Oh well this is interesting.”

“Don’t touch her!” Andrew emphasized again. “I swear if you hurt her, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Splice grabbed Andrew underneath the chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. Andrew took in a breath and clenched his mouth shut.

“Good.” The man said.

Splice waved a hand towards the clone and it grabbed Ali- forcing her onto her knees and pulling her arms behind her, grabbing both wrists in one hand. Stepping behind her, he yanked her arms upwards and with his free hand pulled a long, thin boning knife out of his pocket, pressing it flat against the back of her neck. Ali tried her best to steady her breathing, maintain calm, stay quiet.

“Stop!” Andrew sobbed. “Don’t- don’t hurt her-”

Splice turned to Andrew. “Well then Carrot Top, what do you suggest I do instead, hmm?”

“Don’t hurt her.” Andrew stated. He breathed deep and answered. “Hurt, -hurt me instead.”

“Ohhhh well this just got interesting!” Splice crossed his arms. “And how should I go about doing that?”

Andrew shook his head. “Just- just don’t hurt her.” With each word in regards to Ali he could feel himself grow stronger. He had to protect her. “I’ll- I,-- you can do whatever. I’ll let you do anything, -whatever you want with me. Just-”

“How Andy. What should I do?... “ He locked a hand in the back of Andrew’s hair and tilted his head back to look him in the face. “I think you know.”

Andrew cringed at the nickname, trying to draw further away from Splice.

“Break another bone.”

“What was that?”

Andrew shook his head. “Break another bone.”

“Ahhh- not clear enough-” Splice stated. He looked towards the clone and he pulled Ali’s arms further upwards behind her. She squirmed underneath and bit her tongue, but no sound came out.

“NO!” Andrew cried.

“Then what, carrot top? What should I do?”

He breathed deeply. He couldn’t believe he was about to ask for this. But it was for Ali. He had to.

“Break another one of my bones.” He stated clearly.

Ali shook her head- desperate to say anything, but not willing to risk it.

Splice clicked his tongue. “Well that was more clear, but didn’t your mother ever teach you manners? You sound so demanding. Be a little more polite.”

Andrew raised his head back against the wall, the frustration and fear rising in his chest. He stated clearly.

“Break another one of my bones, please.”

Ali gasped out a choked back sob- the quietest of noises under her breath.

Splice turned to her at the sound, looking clearly satisfied, and then turned back to Andrew. “Ohhh. There’s one.” Splice cooed, giving a little smirk, and then waved his hand towards his clone.

“Unfortunately, you don’t get to choose.”

At those words the clone shoved Ali down towards the ground, and placed a foot on her back, shoving her body further forward, and her arms further backwards. Her breaths were heavy but no sound came. The knife pushed ever so slowly into the base of her neck right in between her shoulder blades and Andrew cried out to stop, but as he did so the blade met flesh, and a slow trickle of blood poured down her back.

It pushed deeper and the smallest, weakest of whimpers escaped Ali’s lips.

Splice almost clapped for joy as he jumped up at the noise. “There’s two! This is a double one.” Ali’s arms were lowered and she was pulled back to her feet, squeezing her eyes shut, shaking her head in as much of an apology as she was allowed to muster.

The second bone was a finger on the same hand.

With the snap of the break Andrew leered forward a bit, stumbling on his feet. The chain around his neck pulled him back quickly, as the fear of choking wasn’t something else he wanted to deal with. He groaned out slightly before the finger was released. His instinct was to look, but he knew he couldn’t. It already felt wrong. It probably looked similar, and that wouldn’t help his racing heart.

Splice seemed disappointed. “Well, these fingers aren’t as fun as I thought they’d be. How unfortunate.” He looked towards Ali. Her head was being held up by the clone so she was forced to keep her gaze located on Andrew.

“Should we level it up?”

Splice didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed the arm attached to the broken fingers and looked at it closely, turning it over in his hand. Andrew tried to pull it away but he didn’t risk it. His whole hand was throbbing, and the two fingers were starting to swell up, turning a dark, purplish color. After thoroughly inspecting the arm Splice nodded, seemingly satisfied.

“This’ll do.” He turned to Ali who had her hands over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. Splice chuckled.

His hands gripped the lower half of Andrew’s arm firmly. Panic started to rise in his chest. Panic, and anger. Splice’s grip tightened and Andrew yanked his arm back, trying to pull it back towards him. Splice shook his head, and backhanded Andrew hard across the face. His head snapped to the side and he groaned out. Splice used his shoulder to pin Andrew’s upper arm to the wall, bracing himself, and he gripped the forearm tightly. Ali’s eyes shut tight, as did Andrew’s, his other hand in a fist.

The crunch and snap that soon followed was sickening.

Andrew screamed.

He was choking on his sobs as he struggled to remain on his feet. There was a moment that he lost his balance and toppled forward. The chain yanked back on his neck and he choked out, squeaking his bare feet on the floor until he finally regained his footing, leaning back against the wall. His bare chest heaved up and down as he tried to breathe despite the pain.

Splice chuckled and Ali glared at him through tearful eyes. “Well, that was definitely more entertaining.”

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