𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈𝐈

security set up around here so don’t worry about intruders.”

And with that, he shuts the door and locks it behind him.

“I’ll think of something you can do for me. You just rest. I’ll be back.”

He grabs a bag hanging on a hook by the door and slings it across his body. He pulls his keys out of his pocket as he opens the regular door next to the large rolling door they came in through.

“I’ll lock you in. I have

“Do you think there would still be any evidence of what they might’ve done to you there?”

He might take a quick trip over there regardless, just to see. If he can figure out what it is, maybe he can get Sonar back to normal.

He rubs the back of his neck.

“They must’ve done more than just stab you.”

He hums, glancing at the tools still scattered along the floor.

“Where was this bust? Did everyone get arrested?”

He glances back over at him.

“Might be why… what?”

He leans against one of the clean tables and crosses his arms over his chest, eyeing him.

it later.

He sighs and slowly stands, stepping away.

“I’m just going to leave them be, since I don’t know what is going on internally. I can clean them up, but it seems like you won’t stay still enough for me to do so.”

He kneels down and closes the first aid box, but leaves it where it is in case he needs

|| yes pls

|| 👀

“Maybe I shouldn’t be bandaging it up then. Did anything else happen while you were doing that bust? Did someone inject you with something?”

He’s carefully looking for any more wounds, brushing the fur out of the way to expose his skin.

He touches the dark substance, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Huh…”

It didn’t seem like blood. He sniffs it curiously.

“Do you usually have other stuff besides blood come out of your body when you’re hurt?”

back and grabs some ointment, very, very carefully placing some on each of the stab wounds before wrapping the gauze around them.

He pulls out a roll of gauze from the box, slowly making his way closer and kneeling down in front of him. He carefully reaches out, making gentle movements as he brushes the fur back to get a look at the injuries.

“This might hurt a little. I’m not hurting you on purpose.”

He then slowly reaches

I’m done helping you. Got it?”

He cocks a brow, surprised.

“Let me get my first aid kit, then.”

He steps away, walking over to a door on the far wall. He opens it, revealing a small bathroom, and grabs a plastic box from inside. He returns, opening it and setting it on the ground.

“If you try to hurt me while I’m doing this,

He hums, standing up straight.

“Will you let me bandage it up?”

He highly doubts it, but he figures asking wouldn’t hurt.

Red looks it over, careful not to move too close or too quickly as he does.

“Is it only your leg that hurts? Did someone do this to you?”

“Can I see your leg?”

He doesn’t move any closer, holding his hands up.

“I won’t touch. Just let me look at it.”

Red cocks a brow, slowly making his way back over toward the beast.

“Hurts? Can you show me what hurts?”

He asks, glancing at his leg.

“I noticed you’re not putting full weight on that leg. Did you hurt yourself?”

He keeps a decent distance, not wanting to make him angry or spook him.

He cringes at the sight, swearing under his breath.

“The fuck did you eat..?”

He mutters, partially to himself, but he knew that Sonar could hear him, even from as far away as he is. Whatever it was, it clearly wasn’t helping what was happening to him.

Red watches from afar, leaning against the wall and sighing. He wonders if Sonar will allow him to look him over, especially his seemingly injured leg. He’s not going to pry currently, knowing that it would certainly result in death.

“I couldn’t care less about that. Once I’m gone, it’s not like I’m gonna be there to experience whatever shit happens to me.”

He steps away, raising his hands.

“I won’t bother you. Just… try not to make too much of a mess.”

He removes and discards his gloves, walking toward the other end of the warehouse.

floor and eat over the plastic.

“Here. Happy?”

Despite the stressful situation, Red was relaxed, his heartbeat reflecting that. Once the plastic is mostly pushed aside, he pulls on some gloves before grabbing a torso from the cooler. He sets it gently on the plastic, but makes sure it was close enough to the edge so Sonar could stand on the

rolling up the plastic, making sure not to make too much noise.

Red sighs, watching the tools fall to the floor. He eyes his right leg, taking mental note for when he’s more calm.

“Would you like me to get rid of the plastic? I can’t get rid of all of it if you’re going to eat so messily, but I’ll get rid of most of it…”

He already very carefully begins

“Still talking shit?”

He kicks the side of Visi’s head. Hard.

“Be fucking happy I left you alive.”

He spits on him as he walks away.

|| he might be slightly inspired by dexter

sat beside the bloodied table with several sharp instruments. All, of course, bloodied as well.

He walks over toward a large cooler, opening it and revealing several more severed body parts on ice.

“Usually, these would’ve been dissolved by now, but seems like they’ll be of better use to you.”