Delirium; Hurt/Comfort Bingo
Title: Delirium
Prompt: Captivity
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied torture, implied non-con, "insanity"
Summary: They were crazy, patched-up matryoshkas.
Notes: Based on the song "Matryoshka" by Miku Hatsune, Megpoid.
He watched the world fall to pieces, watched the insanity that took over. Laughing with Pit, Red couldn’t help but wonder why they would be part of this messed up insanity. Watching the building burn, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of happiness-maybe he could focus on Link for one.
The two laughed until they had to stop for breath, but it did nothing to ruin the euphoric mood created by this event-it would’ve been better had they done it themselves, but the two weren’t too disappointed by that.
“Red, time to start singing,” his master said, veiling his order with kind words that didn’t make him feel any better. He would be forced constantly to perform a song in remembrance of his master’s friend, or for his other friends, or… the list just went on and on.
He hated this-his master made him sing and dance to songs that were perverted in nature, and it was embarrassing (among other words.) He didn’t like singing songs about sex-he didn’t like it even when it was only implied.
Things only got worse. He had met the newest of his master’s subjects-the name was Pit-and the two of them developed a bond. Their master noticed that, and forced them to do duets together-he shuddered at the thought of singing Magnet with Pit once again.
“Oh, Red~? Come back here~ I want you to sing a song for me.” His master’s voice echoed throughout the halls, sending chills down Red’s spine. He didn’t want to go to his master, not after seeing what the real world was like.
He and Pit had run away a few weeks ago, getting lost in the suburbia that was known as their hometown. The two split up to see if they could find someone to hide them both, and each found what humans would call “lovers”.
He had met up with Link, the first person to consider him as a human and not a machine. He was accepted into the man’s house without question-it seemed as if Link was willing to trust him completely and utterly, but he sometimes worried about Pit, who he hadn’t seen for a while.
However, his relationship with Link grew, and he found that he was rather fond of the blonde. He loved the feelings of the blonde’s arm around his waist, the feeling of being loved and not abused, but he knew that his master was waiting for him.
That was why he stayed where he was, spending all his time with Link. He wanted to say those three words (“I Love You”), but he didn’t want to make himself sound stupid when it came to that. Red shivered at the thought of being left alone in the suburbia, forced to make a living through any means necessary.
If it came to that, he would have to just go back to his master, and he truly didn’t want to see the man again as long as he lived. If anything, he would like it if his master died a painful death (making him do perverted things for his friends just because he was too cheap to buy an actual present for their birthday, Christmas or whatever holidays he needed to buy them presents for.)
It was degrading, he had to admit, being forced to do those things that made him feel so disgusting, so icky, so… humiliated. It made him feel less than human-technically, by definition, he was human, but his master said he was a machine.
Red knew he wasn’t a machine to be tossed around like a toy, even if his master insisted he was. He remembered that he had parents (biological parents.) Master also called Pit a machine, and he definitely knew that Pit had parents (he met them once, right before they unexpectedly disappeared.)
Thinking about Pit only depressed him, so Red spent his time admiring Link and close to the television that held information on his master-it said that he was searching for two “Vocaloids”, whatever those were. Then he saw a picture of himself and Pit, and he feared that Link would give him up to the man that made his “life” a living hell.
His fears were misplaced, however, as Link appeared in the room a few seconds later, asking why he ran. He told his story of being forced to do things for his master, of being made a slave, and Link immediately agreed to hide him from the man.
It didn’t work, hiding, as someone ratted him out (for the monetary reward), and he was returned to that place, even if Link did protest it. However, he was satisfied, at least a bit, as he found that Link had returned his feelings, that he didn’t have a one-sided love for the man who saved him.
“Pit, let’s go back to that place,” Red said suddenly, dragging the boy towards the town. It would be nice, he admitted, to see Link once again-he wanted to see his savior, his love.
“Hey~ Let’s visit Peach first! I think you should meet her,” Pit replied, smiling as happily as he did once before.
“As long as you agree to see Link later,” Red replied, laughing once again.
The two might be insane (they probably have to thank their master for that), but they would be there to support one another; after all, that’s what they did in the burnt building (before it was burned down). This time, though, they had others that understood them, and they would be happy to see their “beloved” once again.
Smiling, walking hand in hand, the two made their way to Peach’s house in hopes of catching her off-guard-it would give Red a chance to predict Link’s reaction to his arrival. The scenery looked better, less gloomy, as there was no threat of Master hunting them down this time; he was dead.
To think that they used to be crazy, patched-up matryoshkas.
Prompt: Captivity
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Implied torture, implied non-con, "insanity"
Summary: They were crazy, patched-up matryoshkas.
Notes: Based on the song "Matryoshka" by Miku Hatsune, Megpoid.
He watched the world fall to pieces, watched the insanity that took over. Laughing with Pit, Red couldn’t help but wonder why they would be part of this messed up insanity. Watching the building burn, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of happiness-maybe he could focus on Link for one.
The two laughed until they had to stop for breath, but it did nothing to ruin the euphoric mood created by this event-it would’ve been better had they done it themselves, but the two weren’t too disappointed by that.
“Red, time to start singing,” his master said, veiling his order with kind words that didn’t make him feel any better. He would be forced constantly to perform a song in remembrance of his master’s friend, or for his other friends, or… the list just went on and on.
He hated this-his master made him sing and dance to songs that were perverted in nature, and it was embarrassing (among other words.) He didn’t like singing songs about sex-he didn’t like it even when it was only implied.
Things only got worse. He had met the newest of his master’s subjects-the name was Pit-and the two of them developed a bond. Their master noticed that, and forced them to do duets together-he shuddered at the thought of singing Magnet with Pit once again.
“Oh, Red~? Come back here~ I want you to sing a song for me.” His master’s voice echoed throughout the halls, sending chills down Red’s spine. He didn’t want to go to his master, not after seeing what the real world was like.
He and Pit had run away a few weeks ago, getting lost in the suburbia that was known as their hometown. The two split up to see if they could find someone to hide them both, and each found what humans would call “lovers”.
He had met up with Link, the first person to consider him as a human and not a machine. He was accepted into the man’s house without question-it seemed as if Link was willing to trust him completely and utterly, but he sometimes worried about Pit, who he hadn’t seen for a while.
However, his relationship with Link grew, and he found that he was rather fond of the blonde. He loved the feelings of the blonde’s arm around his waist, the feeling of being loved and not abused, but he knew that his master was waiting for him.
That was why he stayed where he was, spending all his time with Link. He wanted to say those three words (“I Love You”), but he didn’t want to make himself sound stupid when it came to that. Red shivered at the thought of being left alone in the suburbia, forced to make a living through any means necessary.
If it came to that, he would have to just go back to his master, and he truly didn’t want to see the man again as long as he lived. If anything, he would like it if his master died a painful death (making him do perverted things for his friends just because he was too cheap to buy an actual present for their birthday, Christmas or whatever holidays he needed to buy them presents for.)
It was degrading, he had to admit, being forced to do those things that made him feel so disgusting, so icky, so… humiliated. It made him feel less than human-technically, by definition, he was human, but his master said he was a machine.
Red knew he wasn’t a machine to be tossed around like a toy, even if his master insisted he was. He remembered that he had parents (biological parents.) Master also called Pit a machine, and he definitely knew that Pit had parents (he met them once, right before they unexpectedly disappeared.)
Thinking about Pit only depressed him, so Red spent his time admiring Link and close to the television that held information on his master-it said that he was searching for two “Vocaloids”, whatever those were. Then he saw a picture of himself and Pit, and he feared that Link would give him up to the man that made his “life” a living hell.
His fears were misplaced, however, as Link appeared in the room a few seconds later, asking why he ran. He told his story of being forced to do things for his master, of being made a slave, and Link immediately agreed to hide him from the man.
It didn’t work, hiding, as someone ratted him out (for the monetary reward), and he was returned to that place, even if Link did protest it. However, he was satisfied, at least a bit, as he found that Link had returned his feelings, that he didn’t have a one-sided love for the man who saved him.
“Pit, let’s go back to that place,” Red said suddenly, dragging the boy towards the town. It would be nice, he admitted, to see Link once again-he wanted to see his savior, his love.
“Hey~ Let’s visit Peach first! I think you should meet her,” Pit replied, smiling as happily as he did once before.
“As long as you agree to see Link later,” Red replied, laughing once again.
The two might be insane (they probably have to thank their master for that), but they would be there to support one another; after all, that’s what they did in the burnt building (before it was burned down). This time, though, they had others that understood them, and they would be happy to see their “beloved” once again.
Smiling, walking hand in hand, the two made their way to Peach’s house in hopes of catching her off-guard-it would give Red a chance to predict Link’s reaction to his arrival. The scenery looked better, less gloomy, as there was no threat of Master hunting them down this time; he was dead.
To think that they used to be crazy, patched-up matryoshkas.