TW: Kidnapping (don't you love when there's more!), cuts, burning personal items, cursing, electric collar, broken bone, drugging

"Happy birthday!" Patton cheers sadistically, throwing a small handful of confetti up into the air.

From behind a pair of dark sunglasses, Remy glared.

"Aw, cat got your tongue, Rems?" Patton teases lightly, pulling the duct-tape off of Remy's mouth.

"Don't call me that." Remy bites out. "And fuck you."

Patton frowns, pressing his palm down on the open cut on Remy's thigh, making him wince, then cry out. "There is going to be no swearing tolerated in this house mister. Besides, don't you want to see your birthday gift? You have to be good if you want to see!"

"I don't want anything of yours." Remy scolds, leaning away from Patton. "I'd rather cut off my arms."

"Noted." Patton says cheerfully, taking off Remy's sunglasses with one quick swipe.

"Give those back!" Remy demands, straining forward against the ropes. "You had no right taking those, they were-"

"A gift from your younger brother Damien." Patton says simply, raising an eyebrow at Remy.

"What no, he's my cousin you idiot! Now give them back!" Remy yells.

"When you behave. For the meantime..."

Patton moves behind Remy and rustles around. "You can wear this instead."

Patton sets something against Remy's neck and fastens it tightly, partly cutting off his breath.
"What the fuck?" Remy thrashes around. "I don't need a dog collar, I'm not a dog!"

Patton presses a button, and a loud shock of electricity courses through Remy's body. "It's not a dog collar silly, it's a shock collar."

Remy looks up at him in shock, his mouth slightly agape, before croaking out. "You're fucking sick."

Another shock races through him, and Remy's entire body shakes.

"Wh-Where's my hat?" He shakily manages to say, only just noticing the absence of the familiar weight on his head.

"I burned it, Remy. Enough of your silly childish pretend. We're Christians."

Remy's mouth dropped open. "Babes, have you taken  a history class?"

"Of course I did!" Patton smiles. "Why?"

"I can't believe you..." Remy mumbles, staring down at the floor.

"See? Much better behaved already!" Patton beams. "Now Remy love, are you done with your tantrum?"

"How could you believe I'm your kid? Or Damien? I'm twenty for fuck's sake, you're thirty-two! If I was your biological son, you would have had to have me at twelve!"

"God finds a way." Patton says firmly, beginning to untie Remy's binds. "She should be waking up soon."

Remy glances worriedly over at the smaller person slumped over in the corner, still fast asleep. The only sign they weren't dead being the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"That's..." Remy squints, trying to see the person through the darkness of the basement they were in. "That's Kai...That kid's older sibling who looks after him...Let me guess, they're your kid too?"

"Of course!" Patton chirps. "All five of you are!"

"Five...Who's the last?"

"Don't act dumb kiddo, you know who your siblings are!" Patton's grip tightens on Remy's arm as he begins to pull him up the stairs.

Remy steels himself for whatever was ahead, bracing as Patton opened the door and lead him into...A relatively nice kitchen?

Remy curses his minor in interior design, why did he have to like this psycho's kitchen?
Patton bursts into a horribly off-key happy birthday, and some familiar faces walked into the kitchen to investigate.

Roman Sanders, the famous author, leading his twin brother Remus behind him. While his eyes widened at seeing Remy and Remy quietly heard him whisper, "Not again", Remus simply stared blankly ahead.

Logan Crofters, a teacher at Damien's old school was soon to follow. "Patton-bear?"

Remy scowled, disgusted. So the police were right in suspecting he was an accomplice.
"Dami!" Patton calls. "Come here please!

Virgil!"

"Dad, it's no one's-" Damien stops short in the doorway when he sees Remy. Remy could here the sarcasm practically dripping from his mouth when he'd called Patton 'dad'.

"There's Thomas!" Patton coos, gently taking him from Virgil, who seemed to be struggling under the weight. "Your brother and sibling are back from their trips! Isn't that exciting!"

"Sibling?" Virgil looks up, and Remy looks at the kid nervously, before nodding a confirmation towards Damien.

"Virge, why don't you and Remy and I go to our room?" Damien suggests lightly, grabbing Virgil's hand.

"Actually, Virgil, I'll need to see you in about...Half and hour or so. Okay buddy?"

Virgil nods, completely throwing his trust at Patton.

Remy walks over to Damien slowly, and follows the two upstairs.

Damien and Virgil sit down on one of the beds in what Remy supposed was their room, and Damien and Remy stare at each other for what felt like an hour.

"I...I can't believe you're here." Damien shakily runs his un-casted hand through his curls.

"Did he do that to you." Remy stares at the baby blue cast, one finger subconsciously pulling at the shock collar while Virgil stared between the two with confusion.

"What's going on?" Virgil asks.

"It's okay Virgil." Damien pauses, and uncertainly pulls Virgil closer to him, wrapping his arm around Virgil's shoulder. "It's just been a bit since Remy had been home yeah? We've all missed him. Isn't it time for your nap?"

Virgil nods tiredly and closes his eyes, leaning against Damien's side. Damien scoops Virgil up and carries him over to the other bed, placing him down and pulling the covers up to his chin.
"What'd Patton do to him?" Remy asks, sitting down on Damien's bed. "No kid falls asleep that fast."

"Patton gives him this medicine that makes him drowsy, because he likes to hold him and watch him sleep." Damien shudders with disgust. "I don't know what exactly happened to Virgil. He's been like that since we first got taken again. It must've been something bad...Sometimes he talks in his sleep..."

"That's so fucking creepy." Remy huffs. "How are we supposed to get out of here? You were always the schemer."

"I have no idea." Damien admits, fiddling with his sweater sleeves. "We've tried so much...We always fail."

"So what, you gave up?" Damien remains silent, and Remy's face softens. "You missed Imani Tanner's party, by the way."

"Don't remind me." Damien groans. "And going to college, and taking my driver's lesson, and working at the bakery, and going to Maisy's bat mitzvah..."

He trails off, tears falling down his face. "I've missed so much because of Patton...We didn't even celebrate my birthday this time around because we tried to escape. He...He broke my arm on my fucking birthday!"

The only thing Remy could do was hug him.