A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

 Heartbeat loud in his ears, the vet wondered what was taking the thing so long. The door wasn't opening. Had it left? No, he could hear very light breathing on the other side as if a soft breeze was rolling through the subway. Backing up against the wall, he distanced himself more from the door. His right ankle tugged on the chain again, and he winced when one of his cuts from the glass in his office hit the tiled wall a little too hard.

The water continued to run in the background. Soon enough, it overflowed in the sink and some tumbled over the edge. Several drip-drops began to collide with the tile on the ground before they became a pitter-patter as more water overfilled. Water began to slip under the jacket, however, and it was working towards pushing it out of the faucet. Thankfully, he had pushed the jacket into the drain firmly. Then again, the idea of getting a drink was slowly fading from his mind.

When he shifted on his feet again, his left foot slipped due to the wet floor by him. A groan followed moments later, and his head ached horribly. The vet lifted his right hand to the back of it, and his brown optics widened somewhat. It was wet and warm. Shakily, he brought his hand to the front of him. Blood coated his fingers, and a cruel chuckle hit his lips. "I smell fresh blood. Did you hurt yourself?" Almost, he wanted to tell the thing to be quiet, and his hatred for it vanished when he saw the thing place its left eye by the hole in the door. Fear replaced his hate. With the poor lighting, the very pale blue and very pale grey colors of its eye made it seem dead. He gulped and used the wall as support to get back up. Nearly, he slipped again due to the crimson on his hand, but he gripped his fingers around the edges of the tiles to help keep himself upright.

As soon as its eye left the hole, the vet panicked. Since the mirror was closer than the sink, he hurriedly reached over and broke the mirror more. Shards clattered to the back of the sink and ground. He grabbed a large chunk from the back of the sink and did his best to avoid the water on the ground. When it moved its eye back by the door, he was there.

With as much force as he could, he thrust the shard through the hole. Instantly, a low, shrill cry echoed throughout the subway. A smirk fell upon his lips. "Serves you right, you f*cking monster!" he yelled, his brief moment of victory consuming some of his rationality. It wasn't until he heard angered, mocking laughter that logic came ramming back into his mind completely. If even law enforcement couldn't take down the creature in the tunnels, how did he expect to kill the thing with a piece of glass?! How the h*ll did (l/n) and Calamiss escape it the first time?!

Even knowing some of the facts of their escape, it didn't make sense. Everything that he had heard seemed fake as though they never had entered the tunnels themselves and just gave themselves the injuries to make their story more believable. Facing off against the thing was so much worse; it made his blood chill. Every vein, every artery wished to burst so that they wouldn't be stabbed and ripped apart by the brutality of the thing on the other side.

Before he even could act, the door slammed open. Instantly, he jumped back, but his feet slipped on the water. He landed on his bottom, and his hands supported him upward, but pain seared at them. Due to him breaking the mirror more, glass had mixed in with the water on the ground, and some had found its way into his hands. Barely, though, he paid that any attention. Rather, his eyes focused on the form in the doorway.

A shard of glass remained in its left eye. Crimson trickled down its face, but it didn't seem to be in pain any longer. Its right eye stared down to him with disdain. "Did you think that would work?" It lifted up its right hand and wrapped it around the glass. The thing wiggled the glass back and forth until it slid out of its eyeball. Left in its place was a large gash, and the vet had to look away due to the nightmarish sight. Even though he had seen some awful injuries from the pets he had worked on, that still had been one of the worst things he had seen because of the owner of the wounded eye. At least, it wasn't as sickening as that frozen ball of ... flesh.

Hesitantly, the vet drew his attention back to the creature. He watched in horror as the thing's eye repaired itself. The vet would've been fascinated if the creature wasn't a human-eating, sadistic killer. His eyes, though, flickered over to the shard of glass in the creature's hand. Slightly, it glanced down to the object. Before he could process how it happened, the vet screamed out in agony.

His eyes stared in terror as his body shook and hurt. The shard was jabbed into his right shoulder, and the creature was standing over him. Trying to remove the glass, the vet was met by a kick to the stomach. He doubled over and was grateful that he didn't hit any glass along the way since he fell onto his left side. Its right foot stepped onto his right shoulder and pressed down, which caused the vet to emit another scream from the glass cutting into him more. "Please stop!" he exclaimed as another shout left him when it only increased the pressure on the wound.

"I will when you answer a simple question of mine." It pressed down even harder, and the glass dug in deeper. Another sharp cry exited the vet.

"I will! I will! Just stop!" The vet felt like the glass was sliding closer and closer to his heart even if that wasn't true. It hurt horrendously, and the vet was worried that the glass would break in his flesh from the amount of force the creature was applying.

"Good." Slowly, the creature removed its foot, and the vet steadily looked up to it. His eyes widened as he finally gained some of his composure back. The creature ... It was ... It was ... Parting his lips, the vet went to speak, but it cut him off since it understood the confusion in the vet's eyes. "I'm not Ether if that's what you're thinking. There are more of us."

That last sentence nearly caused the vet to freeze and drop dead. There was more than one of those awful things in the world?! ... Wait ... He had a chance, then. Some hope entered his eyes. Maybe, he could convince the creature before him to spare him. The idea seemed silly, but it was worth a shot. At least, he knew that death was certain for him at the hands of the new creature. His brows furrowed, however. "W-Wh ..."

"Why am I here? Why did I capture you to ask you a question?" Gradually, the vet nodded. "Simple, my plans got changed, and I need to know how much." It looked irritated as its eyes glanced to the side as though it were reliving some memory. About to sit up, the vet stopped when the creature snapped its gaze back to him. "Stay on the ground like the worm you are." The vet went rigid and didn't move.

Splashes of water echoed around the room, and the creature turned off the water. It faced the vet again and leaned against the sink, not minding the cold touch of the water and porcelain. "That trash you fixed." Briefly, the vet looked confused. Its eyes nearly rolled at his stupidity. "(F/n) (L/n)."

"Yes, I fixed her!" he called out, hoping that he might be able to use the information as his escape.

"I know that," it responded, completely annoyed at his exclamation. The vet winced both from the glass and his outburst, but his will to live was demanding him to say anything that might satisfy the creature before him. "What was the extent of her injuries?"

Pieces clicked together in his head. The five puncture wounds, how concerned that the creature from Cankerfell seemed. "You attacked her," the vet muttered out as his mind recalled the gruesome state (l/n) had been in. Hope faded from him more. How was he supposed to work with a thing that caused all of that torture? He remembered what had happened in his office just recently. Oh no. Had his torture only just begun?

"You didn't answer the question." It stared down at him like he was the vilest human, no thing, on the planet, but it was the vile thing. The vet nearly sat up again before he recalled its prior command. "Answer before I lose my patience."

"... R-Right," he stuttered out. "Her injuries. The fresh ones only?" It sighed in vexation, and its left nails twitched. "Okay, sorry. Just checking," he quickly apologized, desperately wanting to move from his spot on the ground, but he kept still for fear of what it might do to him otherwise. "You stabbed right through her, but no organs were wounded. If she doesn't die from how weak she had been and follows the treatment, she'll make a full recovery."

"So, she still can have a child?" Its tone turned deadly, and its nails stabbed through its left hand. Crimson mixed in with the water and the vet's blood from his shoulder wound. The vet furrowed his brows. Not another word left his lips, though, since the creature rushed forward in pure wrath. It grabbed his head by his hair, and the vet released another cry of pain.

Yanking him, it ripped his right ankle out of the chain. The bone broke, and skin was torn. If the vet ever saw the condition of his ankle, he might've fainted due to it barely being attached anymore to the rest of his leg. All of the vets screams were muffled by the water surrounding his head. He tried to breath, but like before, the creature had a solid grip on him, and it wasn't relaxing it.

None of the creature's furious words met the ears of the vet. His vision was fading, and tears joined the water around him. He was going to die; he could feel it. The vet didn't understand why the creature had become so irate by the news or why it had been aiming for that spot on (l/n) anyway. Never would he understand the creature's motives since he was fading, and he missed the creature's mumbling of its next plans.