Before I knew it, Jack and Anti had thrown fancy clothes on me and pulled me to a nearby nightclub. I was blinded by the flashing LED lights in the dark room and the ear blasting music. Most of the people were on the dancefloor, either drunkenly dancing or grinding up against their partners. The rest were scattered about the club, standing around or by the bar.

Jack and I were dragged towards the bar by a very excited Anti. This was his Domaine. He thrived in places like these. The two brothers ordered themselves drinks and offered me some. I politely declined. There's no way I'm getting drunk. Who'd drive these two delinquents home?

I sit on one of the stools and scan the dancefloor for no reason in particular. My eyes pause when I spot a white porcelain face, staring right back at me. A man in a mask. Peculiar. Quite creepy. I could feel his eyes bore into me, searching my body.

I tear my eyes from the masked stranger to look back at the green haired boys. Jack was sitting beside a half Asian man and Anti was sitting beside one that looked similar to the first one. Brothers. I narrow my eyes as I get a closer look at their familiar faces.

Mark snaps his head up to meet my gaze and his smile brightens, "Google! It's been so long!" His outcry made Dark look up as well from practically sucking Antis face off. I smile and come up to the brothers. I haven't seen them in ages.
"You boys looks so different, I barely recognized you." Mark chuckled and pulled me into a hug, "you look exactly as I remember you. God it's been so long. How are you?"
"Ah well, I'm living I suppose," we laugh at that.
"Wait, you know them?" Jack suddenly asked, confused. I nod, smiling at the memories, "yes. I used to take care of them when they came over. They're Wilfords cousins."

Jack's eyes widened as he looked at Mark, seeing the resemblance.
"Small world huh?" Mark chuckled and wrapped an arm around Jack.
"So, where is Wilford anyways? Haven't seen him in ages either." My mood dropped at the mention of my former master, looking down and sighing.
"Let's just say... A lot has happened since the night we ran away and... And..."
"Wilford was abusive to him and was killing people. Almost killed me but Google saved me. So I saved him from that hell hole." Jack but in. Mark's eyes widened, almost not believing it. I don't blame him.
"Fuck that's... That's terrible Google. I'm glad you got out of that." I nod a bit, trying my best not to cry.

"Hey you sad fuck. Go dance and get yourself some new dick," Anti grumbled before he and Dark continued their exchange of saliva. Jack jabbed him in the side and I chuckled, nodding and walking over to the dancefloor. I stand there awkwardly and danced like... Well, a robot. But not a very good one. Soon enough, I see that same masked man standing in front of me, holding his hand out.
"Care to dance my dear?" he purred. It was the same voice from the man in the park. I hesitate for a second, looking over at my friends. They were all talking to each other, not even glancing at me. Well. Fuck it. I look back at the man and nod, shyly taking  his hand.

He pulls me to my chest, wrapping one arm around my waist. I blush at how close we are, avoiding his eyes. He chuckles and gently grabs my chin, which makes my knees weaken.
"Don't be shy with me darling," he purred, his voice like smooth silk rubbing against my body. I'm instantly transfixed with his chocolate brown eyes that had flecks of pink in it, nodding drunkenly.

A bouncy song come on (the one at the top) and we fall into a rhythmic dance, syncing with each other beautiful. Like we were made to dance together. It was raw and passionate and full of energy that I had no idea where it was coming from. Soon enough he was behind me, holding my hips as I pressed back against him. I reached back and wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes and letting the music take control.

"Let me buy you a drink," He purred in my ear and I agreed without another thought. He led me back to the bar, a little ways away from Mr friends. He ordered a drink for me, pausing a moment as he grabbed it. I couldn't see his hands, but I didn't care at the moment. He gave me the glass and I downed it, giggling slightly. After a while, my vision started blurring and my world spun. I didn't drink that much. Somethings wrong.

The man in the mask caught me in his arms as I fell, practically carrying me out the nightclub.
"Wait... Stop..." I protested weakly and tried pushing him off. It wasn't any use. He was much stronger and I felt myself becoming weaker by the second.

This can't be happening. It can't. I just got out of a prison. I can't be taken into a new one. He opened the back door of his car and laid me down before getting in the front seat. I was limp, only able to turn my head to face my captor, whining softly. He looked back at me and I could feel the smirk he was wearing.
"Don't worry Darling, you're in safe hands," he purred, turning on the car and letting it roar to life. I narrow my eyes slightly at him as my consciousness started slipping. Stay awake. Don't fall asleep. Just stay awake. I repeated in my mind, fighting with my drooping eyelids. He chuckled again and finally took the mask off to reveal his face.

My eyes widen as I see his pink mustache that curled at the corners. Looking at the lips I've kissed before and have kissed all over my body. Looked up at those burning eyes that I've felt bore into my soul countless times.
"What is it darling? Don't you trust me?" Wilford cooed, cocking his head to the side. I couldn't respond as the drug took me over completely and I passed out, my head hitting the seat.

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