Roleplay: Marvelously Marvel
Ships: lol n o
Au: ha n o p e
Scenario: when Annabelle was 'fixed' because I love sadness

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All Annabelle could see, feel around her was darkness. One second she was fighting for her life underground and the next she was engulfed in this deep darkness. She was unable to move, to do anything. She felt stuck, paralyzed, before a sudden pain interrupted that.

Her eyes shot open as screams erupted from her mouth, the pain of her skin, meat, and scull being torn apart was overwhelming. The hearts on her hands turned pitch black, tears fell from her eyes as she screamed and tried to push herself out of the binds, pleading for the pain to end.

"Calm down, the more you fight the worse this will be," The blurry man above her said, ever so calmly.  "Stop! Please stop!" Annabelle screamed through her sad, pained sobs, trying to push herself away.

The man sighed, putting the drill down and staring at her. "You need more touches," he told her, ignoring her shaking and tears. He reached across the table to a large metal mouth shaped piece, clamping it to the outside of her mouth. The piece forced her mouth open, keeping her from shutting it.

The man grabbed a jar of black paste, opening it up quickly. "This will hurt, just let it happen," he told her calmly, scooping a large portion out with his gloved hand before spreading it in her mouth.

It burned, feeling like it was creating acid holes in her mouth. Annabelle held back her screams, though the tears kept falling from her eyes. She didn't undestand anything that was happening, not one bit. All she knew was that she was helpless, there was absolutely no way she could help herself in this moment.

The man grabbed a small blinking metal piece, staring down at Annabelle. "This is going to hurt way more," he told her like it was nothing before shoving it down the hole in her forehead, the piece latching to her brain. Waves of pain spread through her head, her entire body, a stinging and burning feeling radiating through her. Pained screams erupted from her mouth, the sound becoming raspier and stronger, merging into more monstrous, animalistic roars that frightened Annabelle herself.

"Good lord Moe, it sounds like you're running a torture chamber in here," a woman's voice called, a door in the front swinging open. "You said you wanted change, that won't come easy," Moe snarled at his sister.

The lady laid her eyes on the shaking girl strapped to the table, frowning. "Poor thing," she muttered, walkimg over. "Mimi, can you wait till I'm done?" Moe sighed, folding his arms.

"Not holding up so good?" Mimi asked, staring down sympathetically at Annabelle. "Please," Annabelle whimpered, trying to steady her breathing. "Make it all stop," she pleaded, feeling pain and sadness througout her body. Mimi frowned, holding onto Annabelle's hand comfortingly, and for some reason, Annabelle didn't let go. "It's going to be all over soon," Mimi said comfortingly, squeezing Annabelle's hand lightly.

"Alright," Annabelle muttered, sighing shakily. Mimi nodded, letting go of Annabelle's hand and turning to walk away. "Wait," Annabelle called, her voice weak and corpse. "Yes?" Mimi asked, turning back around to face Annabelle.

"Could you stay, please?" The weak girl asked. Something about Mimi being there made her feel slightly better, it was weird, almost enchanting. Mimi smiled softly, walking back over. "Alright, Annabelle, don't worry, I'll help you."

This is just a lil peeky peek at all the sHIT that happened to the taken, specifically, Annabelle.