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Dottore

"It's been hours. You're really not going to say anything?"

You

"No. I don't know what you expected."

Dottore

"Then, I suppose that I can get started. I'm finally getting better."

He wasn't "feeling better," as you could tell when he gently lifted you from the table and led you to the other room. He only had to sound cool.

Because the chains were lazily tangled around your limbs, they didn't hurt as much as they used to.

Dottore

"Alright then..."

He'd just finished tying you up, which was probably the simplest task a harbinger could ever perform, yet he was already bending forward, hands on his knees as if he'd just run laps around the entire headquarters.

You

"You're so dramatic."

Dottore

"No, you're just a pain in the ass."

You

"I didn't even say anything that bad... Yet."

Dottore

"Okay. Let's get started."

He straightened his stance and once done, he stumbled against the desk just beside him. He then fell to his side and knocked himself unconscious while snoring on the floor.

You

"Seriously? Can you at least wake up to let me go back to the other room? I don't like this one."

He was already snoring loudly by the minute, so it was pointless. You couldn't believe you'd had to cope with his idiocy again. He awakened too soon from the sedative, which explained why he was being oddly calm. 

But you'd know that after he awakened for the second time, he'd be back to his usual, merciless self. You were either hoping he wouldn't wake up or hoping Scaramouche would return soon.

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Pantalone

"Oh my. He's already out of bed?"

You

"He said he was 'feeling better'."

Childe

"He probably woke himself up in excitement to torture you again. So, are we gonna take him back or should we just leave him there?"

Pantalone

"... We're leaving him there."

You

"!..." 

Pantalone

"He needs to get the job done, after all."

As you saw Pantalone and Childe walk past the cell bars, you were full of fury. Conversely, you were more concerned about Dottore, who was snoring on the floor.

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-TWO DAYS LATER-

You were losing your mind. You wanted something that would pique your interest so you wouldn't be bored out of your mind, but nothing did. What's so fascinating about resting in the same position, arms and legs restrained for 48 hours with nothing but a doctor's loud snores to keep you company?

You regret being in such a foul mood back then; perhaps if you simply put your furious attitude away back then, your stomach would have at least something in it. You were hoping Dottore would wake up soon so you could bother him for food. 

Maybe you should simply let him beat you up first, and then you can eat. But you know you'll come to regret saying it afterwards. You'd rather go hungry than deal with Dottore.

You

"Thirteen days here... I'm gonna start losing my mind. Although, it's better than my life back in Inazuma, with Raiden... Look at that, I'm even starting to talk to myself."

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Dottore

"You really do sound crazy, Y/N."

You

"... So you're awake. It's about time."

Dottore

"Wow, you really want me to start the torture, huh. You sound so excited."

You

"Only because the only thing that's been ringing in my ears for two days was your disgusting snores. Isn't there a way you can snore quietly?"

Dottore

"Now, Y/N, snoring quietly isn't a possible thing. It just happens."

He muttered this while leaping up off the ground, as if he had just taken a quick nap instead of two days worth of sleep. He was really ready to get into it now, he seemed more eager than ever, even with the tiniest grin on his face. That grin on his face was never good for anything.

You

"Before you mess up my jaw, allow me to ask you a question."

Dottore

"... Go ahead."

You

"Why did it take you so long to talk to the Tsaritsa?"

Dottore

"This is so stupid... The last time I checked, I was supposed to be answering questions. How about this, you give me information on your knowledge of Tartaglia, just a simple thing, and then I'll give you some info of the reasons why I was gone for so long."

You

"... I know that Tartaglia likes men. Is that good enough?"

Dottore

"Wait, really?! He's into guys?!

You

"Pfft, why do you sound so excited?! What, is he your crush or something?!"

You broke out laughing, despite the fact that now was not the moment to do so.

Dottore

"Shut up and answer me!"

You

"Hah, no! He isn't into guys..."

"..."

"Uh... Actually I don't know if he's into guys or girls, or neither. I just made that up 'cause I thought it'd be funny, heh."

Dottore

"Oh you little shit..."

You

"That was priceless! You looked so pumped up when I told you that."

Dottore

"Tsk."

You

"Do you remember that joke I made?"

Dottore

"Huh?"

You

"You know, the one that I told you before you beat me up."

Dottore gasped dramatically, as he always does.

You

"Yeah! The one about Childe fucking your ass, it's gotta be true, right?! Dottore's into guys!"

You teased.

Dottore

"Stop saying that so loudly! I'll tell Scaramouche about your stupid crush on him the moment he gets back!"

You

"Woah, woah, woah, I don't have a crush on him. You've got the wrong idea, that's just messed up. He's just better than you and all the other harbingers because he's not even on your side, he's being forced to if he wants to live."

Dottore

"You know quite a lot. Has he been saying things?"

You

"He says things all the time."

Dottore

"Hm."

Since Dottore crashed into the desk and fell asleep two days ago, syringes and little little vials filled with weird substances have fallen on the floor. Unfortunately, nothing broke. He gathered all of the strewn things and placed them on the desk. 

He examined the final syringe that had fallen to the floor, holding it in his hands.

Dottore

"Hm..."

You

"..."

Dottore

"Y/N, think fast!"

He whispered this while holding your shoulder and jabbed the syringe directly into your neck. The liquid rushed inside you, and your head became tingly and fuzzy.

reading the last sentence w/o context is kinda... 😼

You

"You!..."

Dottore

"Hehe... If you won't start speaking, then I might as well just get you high so that you do."

He drew the syringe away, sitting on his chair with his arms crossed and a brighter smile on his face.

You

"What was that?... What's in the syringe?!"

Dottore

"Calm now, Y/N. It was just a little something that'll make you finally say some things."

You

"I didn't know that you'd use drugs on me... I've never taken them in my life, will it be bad?!"

Dottore

"Very. And I hope you suffer through every second while you're high."