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Orange, no, The Second Coming sat on the cold floor of his cell and cried. His tears pooled on the cold metal floor. Tsc had never felt this cut off from his friends, from the world, and from themself. They were trapped in this impenetrable metal box alone, without anyone to talk to, Tsc felt like they would go crazy in here, fearing for the lives and safety of their friends and his beloved older brother. Oh, how he worried for them, he would pray to any deity that would listen that his friends would be safe. The only decent thing about being trapped here was that it gave him time to think, all he could think about was his friends and what they were thinking of him right now, he’d always worried about what people thought about him but now trapped in a too cold cell accompanied only by his thoughts his worries were amplified tenfold. He worried a lot about what Tco must think of him, a pathetic failure who is only a hindrance, after all he was the reason Tco got caught after all. All Tsc ever wanted in this world was for the people around them to be proud of them but it always felt like no matter how much their friends seemed proud of him his mind always whispers that they didn’t actually feel that way.
Tsc sat in that miserable cell for gods-know how long he’d lost track of time in here. He’d stopped crying a while ago, but now was curled into a ball on the floor. Suddenly the door to their cell opened and the gray stickfigure (Tsc thought his name was Victim) walked into the room. Tsc looked up drearily to get a better look at Victim. Tsc scooted to the other end of their cell but that was futile. Victim approached him and seized his shoulders and pulled Tsc to his feet then immediately put the kid in handcuffs and dragged him out of the cell, all the while uncomfortably squeezing Tsc’s wrists. Tsc heard Victim speaking with one of his mercenaries, it was the one with the sunglasses. “Sir, we’ve got the second box ready.” The sunglasses mercenary said, “Thank you Agent, I will bring the kid in then.” So the mercenary's name is Agent. Tsc’s mind lingered on that conversation “second box” “bring the kid in” oh shit he was going in a box similar to the one Tco and Yellow were in! He squirmed in his handcuffs. Agent looked down at him, “should I pause that one boss?” Agent said, “good idea Agent.” Victim said. And suddenly everything was dark.
Tsc woke up in a bright white box just like the one Tco was trapped in. He panicked and started running around this blinding white prison. It felt as if the walls were closing in on him as he realized that the box was way smaller than it looked and Tsc HATED small spaces. He jumped as he heard the door to his cell open, and Victim entered the box. The door shut behind them as they walked forward at Tsc he flinched as a rope manifested in Victim’s waiting hands but no blow came. “Hello Second.” Victim said, his voice cold and unreadable like someone playing poker, “Don’t worry, things will only get violent if you refuse to comply.” That wasn’t reassuring. “What do you want from me?!” Tsc blurted out, “That is what I intend to discuss.” “Take a seat.” Two chairs appeared right beside Tsc, the chairs were facing each other and about two feet apart. Tsc sat in one of the chairs and Victim sat in the other one.
“While you were paused I read your memories and your thoughts.” Victim said, “But I thought that the memory reader thing couldn’t read thoughts.” Tsc replied very confused, “It can’t, so we implored another device.” “Tell me Second, do you often worry if people around you are proud of you?” Victim smirked as Tsc’s posture slouched. He turned shamefully away because Victim was right, it was a common worry of his. “I already know the answer, I just want to hear it from you.” Tsc shifted in their seat, “Remember,” Victim said while twirling the rope in his hand. Tsc shuddered imagining what Victim could do to him with that rope alone. “Fine, yes, I often worry about that.” Tsc said through gritted teeth. “Good, now one more question.” Victim stood up and his chair vanished. “How far would you go if it meant they’d be proud of you.”