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The cold shaft of Dottore’s lab ran up Cyno's spine as he hung chained to the wall, his brow was covered in sweat as his vision blurred from his tears. His disheveled white hair, hung low in a knotted mess as he tried to catch his breath, it felt like knives stabbing him as he took breathes
Dottore stood in front of him, watching as the former general tried to catch his breath. It must have been hard because of the large bruises that littered his chest, along with the scars that littered his body as well, “Having trouble?” Dottore jokingly asked, laughing as he stared at Cyno struggling to respond to him
“RESPOND!”
Dottore yelled, wrapping his gloved hand around Cyno's bruised neck, the sound of struggle filled Dottore’s ears. He grinned as Cyno’s voice came raspy as his grip tightened
“Y-yes… D..doctor!”
Cyno responded, coughing harshly as Dottore let go of his neck. Causing the existing bruises to flare up, Cyno's tears fall down his cheeks as Dottore leaves shutting his cell door, the doctor hums looking back at Cyno as he struggles to steady his breathing,
“Goodnight…pet”
Cyno raises his head slightly as Dottore leaves him, a sense of peace fills Cyno as the door to his lab echoes shut. The restraints that held Cyno up, rubbed against his wrist causing extreme discomfort and pain to overtake his body, The tiredness Cyno felt, overtook him as his eyes fluttered shut with the dim light of the lab he recited in.
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The kingdom of Fontaine
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Star’s shined in the clear midnight sky, as the dim street lights showed people its way. Wriothesley stared out into the street watching the people of Fontaine closely, his blue-gray eyes lingering on two young males one had white hair while the other had brown, he hums looking at them he’s seen them around Fontaine before but he isn’t sure who they are. His mind wonders who they are till a cheerful voice fills his ears
It’s Sigwinne, she calls out his name again as she walks up to his deck, Wriothesley turns to face her, meeting her big pink eyes, “Yes, Sigwinne?” He questions closing the curtains, “I want to report that Clorinde has returned!” Sigwinne brightly tells, Wriothesley hums walking over to the much shorter women
“Thank you, Sigwinne I’ll take my leave”
Wriothesley quietly says before leaving his office, Sigwinne sighs before following after him
“Worried?” Sigwinne asked, walking next to Wriothesley, the man humed glancing down at her “You saw right through me..” Wriothesley laughed, smiling lightly. Sigwinne shook her head before a smile formed on her face “You were looking after those two boys… Razor and Sethos, right?” Sigwinne questioned, Wriothesley shook his head in agreement
“I’ve seen those boys wander Fontaine’s streets for the past six years, I worry for their safety…” Wriothesley uttered to Sigwinne, she sighed pulling something out of her pocket “Here, Mrs. Navia wanted me to give this to you..”
Wriothesley hums, taking the item from Sigwinne “What is it?” He questions, she shrugs not knowing as well “She never told me, just said give this to the Duke please.”
“I’ll invite her for tea tomorrow, please invite Clorinde as well!” Sigwinne hums, making a mental note to invite Clorinde, “I shall take my leave” Sigwinne says walking away from Wriothesley down another hall, the Duke continues down the hall looking at the item he’s holding, it's nothing much other than a small blue box tied with a purple ribbon, the Duke sighs placing it in his pocket, before rubbing his tired eyes, the day is coming to a close as he entered his chambers
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“Thank you, I appreciate you're kindness,” Sethos uttered quietly, taking the keys from the older woman's hand “Razor” Sethos called, his brown hair swaying as he called to Razor who was staring at the bright shining stars, “Huh…? C-coming!” Razor calls back, sprinting up to Sethos, taking hold of his hand. The old woman waves as the two leave for their room, Sethos moves the strap against his chest slightly making sure it doesn't digs into his skin
Razor's dark red eyes stare as Sethos moves the strap, “Lupical need help…?” “No don’t need help” Razor hums, facing forward as Sethos takes a breath looking at the number on the keys “#06” it read, his grip tightens on the keys as he looks up to the dim light of the hallway, his eyes catch their room number stopping causing Razor to stop as well, letting go of one another hand Sethos unlocks the door stepping in, the air is cold as Sethos leads Razor in
A chill runs up both of their spines, as they settle into the room Sethos sets down the keys before sliding the strap off him “Lupical’s staff alright…?” Razor questions standing next to Sethos, “It should…” he answers, removing the staff from its cover. The staff glows a little in the dim lights of the room, “Lupical…” Razor says quietly tracing his fingers against the staff, Sethos does the same. They're both silent as they stop looking away from the staff
“Cyno…”
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Harshly Cyno is awoken, feeling one of Dottore’s many surgical knives cutting into his skin, he lets out a groan of pain trying not to struggle against the doctor. He’s did that before many years ago and it didn’t end well, leaving massive wounds on his back seemingly still needing to heal
Dottore hums, backing away from Cyno observing just what he had done to the former general. The site was pitiful to say, the once powerful general of the dendro goddess… now bound to the shackles of Dottore’s cold lab force to face any and all experiments the sick doctor mind come up with
The doctor's attention turns to the sound of his lab door being opened, he laughs as Arlecchino steps into his lab. Her face shows no emotion as she steps up to the doctor. Eyes lingering on Cyno, he doesn’t dare look up at her, Dottore has told many stories to him about how harsh she is with others and Cyno is in no place to fight her. Arlecchino looks to the doctor, taking out a letter from the inside of her coat
“Are goddess wish for me to… give you this”
Dottore eyes Cyno, taking the letter, opening it quickly. He smirks as he reads what’s written on the letter “Arlecchino I must thank you!” Dottore stated, closing the letter before placing it in his coat, Arlecchino hums, turning away from Dottore, and Cyno. Her departure from the lab is sounded by the door echoing shut
“Cyno… I have a proposition for you~”
Dottore sang, turning to him holding out his surgical knife seemingly threatening Cyno in some way… the tried general looks up to the doctor with a questionable expression, Dottore laughs taking ahold of Cyno’s chin before bringing the knife up to his left eye, “I have received word that the Hydro dragon has been spotted in Fontaine and I want you to find him!”
Cyno stares at Dottore shocked at his request, questioning if this was real “And if you find him… I’ll let you go free!” Those words echoed in Cyno’s head. Was he being truthful? Or was it a lie to have Cyno agree to his request? He couldn’t decipher what the doctor truly wanted out of this
“I-I agree…”
A hum left the doctor's lips as his knife sliced at the underside ofCyno’s eye cutting yet another scar into his skin. It isn't deep or life threatening but it will leave a mark on the general’s skin… Dottore drops Cyno’s chin before slipping the knife into his coat, blood trickles down Cyno’s cheek as the doctor backs away from him smiling madly at his prisoner
“I shall return shortly, rest you’ll need it for what comes next”
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