You find yourself groggily waking up, the rooms dark, nearly pitch black, you can hear the soft sound of someone mumbling to themselves, the voice sounded too monotone to properly identify if it was a male or female voice, but they were mumbling about something not functioning properly, opening your eyes, you could feel your head throbbing, trying to move you found yourself bound, surprisingly neatly, to an operating table that’s been crudely welded to another surface to tilt it upwards, mimicking an old torture table, your vision is incredibly fuzzy, everything has a blur to it, and you can feel something hot and sticky running down your face (ahem, blood.) the person you’d heard talking was setting up a camera, another device, a laptop, was also set up recording on the side of the room, way too far from reach, your limbs (all. Tails included) are strapped down with two sets of strapping, whoever this freak is, they’re a professional. (1/3)

Suddenly they gasp. “Yes! Finally! Hello hello. Welcome welcome. All you freaks and sadists out there, this’ll be a fun one hm? Our next volunteer isn’t gagged, won’t this be entertaining?” And they walk over to you, clicking a light on, its blinding and possibly hurts your eyes, you have one hell of a headache, and are probably barely able to form words due to heavy sedatives and the blunt force trauma. “Evening [insert preferred referring pronoun] anything to say for the viewers this lovely afternoon?” Their face had a pleasant smile and seemed, weirdly sweet looking for what they where doing. (2/3)

TLDR; You wake up in some strange concrete room with a horrid head injury (you’ve been bashed in the head & Sedated. Have fun with that) and you’re rather impressively strapped to a table. And some weirdo is recording this with a large supply of surgery tools on hand. Your limbs (all of them, a tail is included in this if you have one) are double strapped down to the table, you can talk, but you can’t move. “Evening [Preferred pronoun]. Anything to say for the viewers this lovely afternoon?” (3/3)

That That’s all

I have other WWYDS in the making so like If you don’t wanna do this one that’s literally fine but like I’d still appreciate any participation I get <3

WAAHAHAH ITS FINE DW MAN

It’s fine dont worry man!! It’s a-ok. I swear

Oh? :eyes: Do tell

He’d laugh a little. “that all? Weird most have more to say.” He’d pause and mumble to himself. “Ah whatever, you’ll have more to say later. Usually do.”

He’d frown and pull a medical grade, sharp as hell knife from one of the desks and pointed it at his face. “Hush. It’s better you stay still.”

He’d frown further. “Hm. Mayyybbeee,,,” he knicks the side of his face with the knife, smiling small. “Nahhh.” (Tell?

He’d stab the knife into the table right next to his face before stepping back. “mmmm,, what to do what to doo,,” (Im Sorry but- no,, absolutely not- i am- that is- unhealthy and horrid to an incredible degree and id- really rather not,, that kind of- manipulative relationship kind of thing just. No, sorry.

(Alr, good, thank you. He’d laugh at him. “Oh yes, do keep trying to move, i did have those tightened just right to your wrists, besides, there are two. You get one loose, I’ll certainly know, and then i might have to remove your arm before im ready to go that far.”

(It’s alr, just- not gonna do any of those- i just- mmmmmmm. “good boy.” He states firmly before turning and going through his tools again, humming happily to himself before heading to the laptop to read through the chat. “Hmmmm, hm hm hmmmm,,”

(Mhm He surprisingly didnt search him, so he would have his phone on him. He grabs a knife and walks over. “aaaalrighty.”

He’d huff. “Oh come on,, don't lower yourself to such a thing, you’re just gonna die. It’s nothing massivveee.” He’d pause and put his hands on his hips. “right some people care,,” he’d then head to the laptop, reading through the chat

He’d frown further before heading back over and gently trailing the knife along any exposed skin on his arm, light enough it doesnt draw blood, but its probably enough to freak him out more.

alr!!! Take your time!

Oh yes that’d probably be hilarious ngl,, but you pick whoever you wanna!

True,, true,, it definitely would.)) The man smiled wide. “Ah yes, well, i mean,” he’d pause, squinting a bit. “I guess you’re not gonna live past this interaction so,, i can give you a hint.” Hed give him a mocking little bow. “As far as stage names go, the title most know me by is Eugenis. Or, well, Eugene, whatever its- its a mess of things really, cant just settle on one.” He waved a dismissive hand before looking through the tools on the nearby table. “hmhmhmmmm,,, lettttssss seeeee,,”

He’d pause and look over. “Why isn’t it? Hm?” He’d smile sweetly, everything about his features didnt match a single bit with his actions. “Convince me, id really like to hear it, if you can tell me why i should let you go, and get under my skin, maybe i will let you go.” He’d shrug. “You’ll have to test your luck hm?”

He’d pause and squint at him. “mmm, i dont know about that, entertainment is entertainment.” He’d inspect a sharp knife. “Annnnd money,, is money.” Hed turn and walk over to him, twirling the knife in his hand, dropping it a little away from him as he knicked himself. “ah shit-“ he’d quickly pick it back up and clear his throat, “Anyways.” He’d put the knife next to his face, lightly trailing the blade along his skin, not hard enough to cut deep, but the blade was certainly sharp enough to cut into the first layer of skin

WHAJHAHA Oh yes thats just fine.