<Anything like this = Hia there! Is a memory. Alright, with that done let's get rolling!>

Hills jumped down from the tree he was perched on, his feet blending into the shadow of the tree. He didn't move from the shadows, choosing to instead look at the assembled people with bright red, unnerving eyes. He looked over everyone, though he stopped at Joe, seeing the poet shrink at the sight of him he smirked. "What's wrong Joe? See something ya don't like?"

"Where is Grian?" Grounded Joe out, not raising to his shadows bait.

If Hills was disappointed that the other ignored his question, he didn't show it. If anything, his smirk grew. "Oh I can't remember for the life of me." Coed Hills in mock disappointment. "But I'm sure I can help you remember. Would you like that? For me to show you where he is?"

Joe's breath caught in his throat. "No!" Cried the poet, eyes wide and afraid. He couldn't stand to see it all again. It was bad even when it was all foggy, it'll be even worse if he could see it all clearly.

"Yes? Oh, I'm so happy you want my help!"

Everyone let out gasps as black mist surrounded them, and they tried to get away Joe more than any other. Though the mist seemed to keep them there, pulling them down if they tried to fly away with their elytras. Though Doc noticed something weird about the pulls, they felt like hands pulling you down. And if he listened carefully he could hear the shuffling of feet. His eyes widened. There was no mist, just an illusion to hide people.

"Guys! There's no mist! There's people here! Be care-" He was cut off by a needle going into his neck, the thing inside the small cylinder object was emptied into his bloodstream quickly before it was pulled out. The creeper fell to the floor in a hep, fully unconscious.

The sound of more bodies hitting the floor soon followed him, as if a domino had been tipped onto other dominoes. After the last person fell the mist disappeared to reveal a group of around twenty fully geared up soldiers. A soldier wearing a more detailed armor piece stepped up and half bowed to Hills. "They've all been given the twenty four hour dose, sir. What would you like for us to do with them now?

The shadow pondered it for a moment before deciding. "Bring them to the cells down in the lower level, I think our resident wise old bird needs some company. And who knows? Maybe they'll give our heros some false hope, make this more fun for us."

The soldier nodded and motioned for the others to pick up the bodies and move them, and it might take two-or maybe even three- trips to move them all. Oh well, nothing to do but get a move on.

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Mumbo was woken up by the groaning of multiple people, and he himself joined in on the groining as a pounding headache enveloped his head. What had happened? He remembers Joe, but it also wasn't Joe? It looked like Joe, but he was nothing more but a mere shadow. And then there was a mist, that also wasn't a mist? Gosh, he can't remember what Is- no not him, Str- no not her either. He can't remember what someone said it actually was.

Shaking his head of those thoughts, bad idea to do it literally, you get quite the headache, he looked up at what was around him.

Laying, sitting and standing on a dark floor was all the Evolutionist and Hermits, all of them looking as confused as he felt. He quickly found Iskall and made his way towards him, needing the comfort the presence of his boyfriend gave. Reaching the Swede he wrapped his long arms around the other man's broad shoulders, holding on tight as to not lose him. Iskall took this without complaint and simply grabbed Mumbo's hands and held on tightly.

Before talk of any kind could start their surroundings switched from the dark room to and also dark cell. Though there was someone in it.

"Grain!" Cried Stress, scrambling up and running to the builder who was chained against the wall. But as she tried to grab a hold of him her hands just fazed right through him. "What?"

"You can't touch him, or anyone else here for that matter." Said Joe, shakily walking up to the ice queen and giving her a comforting hug. "This has already happened, we are just seeing a memory."

"And how do you know that?" Asked Martyn, refusing to look at Grian.

"Because I remember this." Whispered Joe, eyes glued to Grian's now waking form. "I remember that shadow of me hurting Grian."

"Hurting him how?" Asked Doc, eyes narrowed at Joe. "Joe. Hurting him how?"

"Tell me, what's Grian's pain tolerance?" The question wasn't directed at Doc, but at Mumbo and Iskall.

"It's pretty high. He's died in so many painful ways he's gotten numb to it, why do you ask?" Answered Iskall, shooting a questioning look at Joe's back.

"It's high, huh? So tell me, what would it take for him to scream until he lost his voice?" There was almost no emotion behind the question, though those closer to Joe could tell it pained him to say this.

Mumbo whimpered at that. He didn't want to see that, he didn't want to see his boyfriend get tortured. A boyfriend he not only cared deeply about, but knew of his painful past. He and Iskall had been informed about the happenings of Yandere High, the fear and trauma. For all he knew, Grian could be tortured at this very moment, begging to be saved, and he could do nothing to help.

The rattling of keys brought Mumbo out of his thoughts, and he focused back on the scene in front of him, no matter how much he didn't want to see, he seemingly couldn't look away. Morbid curiosity, he supposed.

"Rise and shine Grian dear!" Said Hills, his eyes glinting dangerously as he observed the chained up dragon hybrid. "We have a fun day ahead of us."

"A fun day? With you?" Scoffed Grian, raising his head from where it had been hanging. "Sounds fake, but whatever makes you sleep I guess."

Doc groaned at the dirty blond's response. "God dammit Grian. Now is not the time to be sarcastic."

"It's not really his fault." Growled Iskall, shoulders rising defensively. "That's just his natural response to stress and danger."

"I know." Hissed Doc. "But that doesn't mean I still can't point it out."

Taurtis stepped between them both. "Hey, hey! Don't fight now! Save that for Hills and Fallacy, you know, the enemy?"

They both huffed and walked to opposite sides of the room -memory?- getting as far away as they could from each other.

"Now now, don't be such a debbie downer!" Cooed Hills, putting his hands behind his back innocently. "I spent all of yesterday planning this, so don't go making my work all for nothing now."

Grian glared at him. "I'm terribly sorry, but I really don't want to do anything involving you."

The shadow in front of him laughed before wrapping his slender fingers around the builders neck and slamming him into the cell wall hard. "Who said you had a choice in this?" Hills chuckled before leaning in closer. "Who said you had any choice?"

Grian struggled for breath, clawing at Hills' arms and hands. His eyes were wide with fear, lips turning bluer by the second.

"They won't come for you." Whispered Hills in Grian's ear, "Not your friends, not your family, and certainly not your boyfriends or Death. I mean, why would they? They hate you now after all, especially after you attacked them."

Shouts of protest erupted from everyone there. None of them hated Grian, it was Fallacy and Hills they hated. It was never, nor will ever, be Grian they hate.

Grian managed to pry Hills fingers away from his throat enough so that he could breathe better and speak. "An-and how do you-you know this? You haven't even met them yet!"

Hills grabbed on tighter once again before slamming Grian into the wall again. "So what if I haven't? They'll still hate you! Maybe not now, but very soon they will."

The dragon hybrid spat in Hills face, defiance in his burning violet eyes. "Over my dead body!"

Hills laughed wickedly at that, sending shivers down everyone's spines. ""No, little one. Not over your dead body, but over their dead bodies."

Grain's breath hitched, eyes watering.

"Over the bodies you killed." Hills let go of Grian's throat after that. Letting the builder gasp to get precious air into his burning lungs. The shadow watched him struggle for a few moments before kicking the builder's chest, hard. He made his exit after that.

"I'll kill him!" Roard, Iskall, eyes wide with rage and posture rigged. "Him, and everyone else in this plasted place!"

"And get yourself killed?" Hissed EX. "I don't think that's the best option here!"

"I don't care! I just want Grian away from here, away from them!" Screamed the bearded brunette, gesturing to where Hills had walked out. "You saw what they're doing to him, we can't let this continue!"

"Iskall." Started Xisuma slowly, afraid to say the rest of his sentence. "This was ten days ago."

Iskall whimpered in the back of his throat, still angry but now also more horrified. "Which means there's been more like this happening over the past few days."

No one dared look at the Swede, none wanting to admit to the truth. They all knew it to be true, but no one wanted it to be.

Iskall turned to look at the memory version of Grian, tears building in his eyes. "What have they done to you? What will Hills make us see?"

Joe looked even farther away at that. He knew the outline for what's to come, but he didn't dare say it out loud. Iskall, along with Mumbo and everyone else, were already hurting so much. He simply didn't dare make it any worse. He'd just keep himself as the only one who'd know the horrors that were about to happen.

This was his burden to bear, not theirs. It was technically him that was doing all of this, after all. 

<I present to you all: Angst part 1! I don't know how many of the torture days I'll do, but there will be more. Now, it's super late and I don't know what else to say. So stay safe and have a wonderful time everyone!>