#Save me vaguely fruity music horror beyond my comprehension

[luxury-nightmare]

mom says it’s my turn on the writing

They were suffocating inside this room, four walls boxing them into a cramped area too small for them. Chains locked them into place for whenever he wanted to gloat to them.

They hadn’t seen the sky in ages. They didn’t know how long, it had to have been years at least. He wouldn’t let them hibernate, needing them awake for whatever experiment he wanted to do next.

They missed their partner, it’s stupid antics and whenever they would go hunting together. They missed the night wind, the trees, the world outside these four concrete walls.

They missed the stars.

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Someone had found their way into the room.

It wasn’t him this time.

They held a camcorder in shaky hands, red goggles hanging around their neck. They were petrified in fear, but they didn’t move.

They could sense Clyde on them, memories of orange stripes and crooked grins clung to them. They were a velidgun, they could sense it, but not in the way Clyde and them were velidgun. They had a human soul that was uniquely theirs drowning under the void, not the mismatched cacophony of voices and memories that made up their being.

Did velidgun have souls? They would rather not find out

He was gloating to them, completely brushing them off. His ego needed to be fed constantly, a trait they found endearing in their partner but grating with him. They didn’t know what was happening to the person with the camcorder. They didn’t know how a human could transform into a velidgun, or if this was an experiment it was doing.

There are alway Six

They didn’t question it. They knew better than to question their god.

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The doors opened again, and the caretakers threw someone in. They rolled their eyes. They knew the song and dance by now. They wanted them to absorb this patients soul, like so many before them.

There were so many voices they needed to keep down.

The figure shifted, clutching their side, clearly hurt. They turned to the door, pressing their ear to the cold steel. A distinctly not human growl emerged from their throat.

They took another look at the figure. They were too tall for a human, with a barbed tail, uneven horns, and long striped limbs that clued them into what was happening. This was a velidgun, the foundation had captured another one. They shifted against their chains, alerting the velidgun to their presence.

In the low light, they saw the velidgun’s arms, lined with orange stripes.

Orange stripes.

It couldn’t be.

“Clyde?”

The figure turned around, familiar crooked eyes meeting theirs

“Winfrey?”

Winfrey turned to embrace their partner, but Clyde was faster, racing towards its partner and throwing its arms around them. Winfrey wrapped their arms around Clyde as well, tears welling up in their eyes.

“How did he, are you ok?” Winfey asked, not daring to release their partner least it slip away from them again. “It’s a long story” Clyde chuckled sadly.

Winfrey nuzzled closer “I have time”

All I have is time

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“Wait, a human? You got attached to a human?”

The two had been talking for hours, and Winfey had not moved a muscle since Clyde had started their story.

“Well, they won’t be for long” Clyde said sheepishly, cuddling closer to its partner.

“No I understand that” Winfrey replied “they were a human when you first met, right?”

“Yeah” Clyde sighed, nuzzling into the crook of Winfrey’s arm “Why in Six’s name would you let them live?” Winfrey asked.

A nervous grin spread across Clyde’s face “they made me a sandwich?” It said sheepishly

Winfrey’s face went deadpan “a sandwich”

“It was a good sandwich!” Clyde protested. Winfrey rolled their eyes fondly.

But before Winfrey could reply, the creaking of the doors sent alarm bells through Winfrey’s mind. That couldn’t be anything good. They growled and stood at full height. They had just gotten their partner back, and they would not lose it again.

The doors slide open, wider than usual. Wide enough for Winfrey to actually leave.

Like whoever was opening them wanted to leave.

A person emerged from behind the door, waving awkwardly. “Hey so, you’re Winfrey right-Jesus Christ you’re tall, so Alex and Simon are here to get you out and all that so…..” the man trailed off, looking up at Winfrey in awe.

Winfrey looked down at Clyde in confusion “Is this the human?” They asked. Clyde shook its head. “This is Mortimer,” Clyde gestured to the person across from them, “He’s Alex’s friend”

“Alex is your human?” Winfrey asked. Clyde nodded, and Winfrey turned back the the doors. Mortimer was looking to the side, fidgeting awkwardly.

“So yeah, we’re getting you out of here, I’ve gotta go do somethi- JACK THAT IS A PATIENT YOU CAN’T EAT HIM”

Mortimer ran off, leaving the doors wide open. Winfrey looked down at Clyde. It nodded, and turned to guide them out.

Winfrey looked down at their chains, and started to pull. The cold sounds of the metal links snapping filled them with hope.

Crunch

The chains snapped

For the first time in ages, Winfrey was free

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It had been a couple days since they had been freed from the asylum and been reunited with their partner. A couple days since the nightmare ended. A couple days since the asylum was gutted by the veldigun, freeing the patients and Winfey.

A couple days since he had been killed.

It had been Alex, from what Clyde had told them. Cornered the bastard in a long hallway and beat him to death with a crowbar. Clyde’s human had been the one to free them, albeit unintentionally. Ironically, they were also the human that had found their way into the room before.

Although they weren’t human anymore.

Winfrey didn’t know how they transformed into a velidgun, and frankly it wasn’t very important to them. They knew better than to question it’s decisions, and the only effect is that they now had a new hunting partner.

What was important to them, though, was Alex being passed out in the front of the cave.

The trio had returned to Clyde and Winfrey’s old nest inside of a large cave. Alex had been keeping watch outside on their own insistence. They hadn’t been adjusting very well, but Winfey didn’t think the switch from a diurnal to nocturnal sleep schedule would be the easiest. Still, it couldn’t be comfortable laying on the cold stone.

They had always been a bit of an early bird, at least by veldigun standards. They looked over at Alex, and scooped them up in their hand, pulling them close before nuzzling back into the cuddle.

They looked up at the sky through the cracks in the cave’s ceiling, moonlight making strange patterns across the rock.

The stars were so beautiful.

It had almost forgotten.