WARNING: Swearing

Chains bound my wrist together and to the floor, same with my ankles. A bandage wrapped my injured wing. Grunting, I stand. Shit. Now, I'm stuck in this fucking place. I try to walk towards a wall in one direction, trying to get contact with it. the chain pulls taught, I'm just out of reach of the wall. Trying again in a different direction, the same thing happens. Twice more I try, both times the same thing happens.

"She thought this through." Mumbling to myself, sitting down in the middle of the room. Looking around, I notice it's a perfect cube, with me chained down right in the middle. In front of me is a Iron door with a small window. Analyzing every detail I look around, trying to find anything that might help, or a flaw in the chains or walls. Other than me the rooms completely empty, the wall are crack-less. Fuck... How am I supposed to get out now? Flapping my wings a bit, I stop instantly, pain spreading through the injured one, causing me to grunt. "Owww..."

Creaking, the door slowly opens and Faerie walks in. Giving me a wicked smirk.

"I see you're getting comfortable."

"You sicken me."

"Awww, I thought you loved me?" E rhetorically asks.

"Fuck you."

"Now that hurts my feelings."

"Oh, so you have those?" I spit, apparently striking a nerve, as Faerie tenses.

"You want to get shot again Froggie? I see you have a perfectly fine wing there, just begging to be shot."

"You're a psychopath."

"I hear that a lot. Not just from you."

"What's the point in even locking me up? Can't keep anyone around any other way?"

"I want you here, with me. We could have so much fun, you and I. Or at least I could. From all the pain."

"Is that all I am to you? A form of fucking entertainment?"

"Well what else would you be?" Standing up, I stare into hir eyes, They're not the lovely magenta they once were, they're more red. It's not Fae... This thing... It's no eyr... Anger spreads. All that time it wasn't Fae. Wait if this thing isn't Fae then...

"WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO FAE!!" Dashing towards it, but the chains keep me just out of reach. "WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO TO HIR!!!" Pulling on the chains, causing them to dig into my wrists. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO EYR YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!!"

"You finally noticed. Took you long enough. Guess there's no point in pretending then." It's wicked grin widening. " I'm not Fae. But don't worry, sie's in a nice cell like you."

"I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL-"

"YOU'LL what?" Getting in my face. "What will you do? Tell me Froggie. What will you do to me?"

"..." I'm fuming, my face burning hot. Wrists on fire from the chains. I'm going to fucking kill you...

"Exactly. You can't do anything." Pausing for effect "You're trapped here, just like sie's trapped there." Walking back to the door frame it turns its head giving me a nasty look. "Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow." Closing the door behind it.

"Y-you fucking bitch..." Mumbling, I finally ease off on the chains. Looking at my wrists, bruises forming from the shackles. "None of that was Fae..." Walking back to the middle of the room I sit down. I have to get out of here. I gotta go find Fae. "But how do I get out of here?" Lifting my wrists, I hear the jingling of the chains, giving me an idea. Placing both my hands on the chain they're connected to, I concentrate. And slowly the chain, and shackles disappear. "Yes!" I shout whisper, hoping no guard here's me. Then I do the same to the chains on my ankles.

Finally being able to walk around the cell, I look through the window in the door. Two guards are posted outside. Shit, can't go that way. Walking to the back wall I place my hands on its rough surface. Spreading them apart a me sized exit forms. I take a step back, shocked.

"Scott? Jimmy?" Two people who I knew well. Though not personally. I looked down on them. Omg it's the flower husbands!

"Who are you?" Scott states, standing in front of Jimmy protecting him from me. behind them I notice something coming out from the ground. Something rotting coming out from the grassy ground. Fuck, I shouldn't be seen... But if I leave them here, they'll die...

"Currently not important. Based off of that thing behind you. You guys need to come with me."

"Why should we trust you?" Jimmy chirps in.

"Cause it's me or those." Pointing to the creatures starting to walk towards us. There's a horde of zombies. Jimmy looks behind him, noticing the horde. "And you better choose quickly."