Chp.17 | "PLEASE NO!"

Warning!

This chapter contains blood, broken bones, and many other signs of torture. Please, don't read this chapter if you feel triggered by any of these.

3rd person POV~

Cheesy awoke with a start, his eyes darting around him to see his surroundings. Where was he? Why was he here? Wait, was that...no, it couldn't be...Salt and Steve Cobs? It was only those three objects in the middle of the forest, nothing else except the breeze and sounds of leaves ruffling in the wind. If it weren't for the giant machine in front of Cheesy, maybe he'd be a bit relaxed right now.

Well, one things for sure: this machine sure was...large. And terrifying. Before Cheesy could take in everything on the machine in front of him, Steve Cobs walked up to him, smirking. "Well, I see our dear guest is finally awake, no?"

Cheesy scowled and stared at Cobs with seemingly 'scary eyes'. Cobs did nothing but chuckle. After a akward time of cackling from Cobs, Cheesy tried moving. As soon as Cheesy's limbs moved, he yelled in pain. He hadn't noticed until now how sore his body was. It felt like a million needles in his skin, all at once.

Cobs rolled his eyes, thinking about how childish and weak the young boy was. Salt, who was across the clearing, was writing on an unknown piece of paper.

Cobs walked away from the pained Cheesy, pushing a button on the machine while he was at it. Cheesy noticed that as soon as Cobs pushed that button, the machine started to...leak some odd liquid out of it.

This unknown substance was gooey, black, and super thick. It reeked of horrible smells, such as throw up and dookie. Cheesy, who was confused and also worried, only could stare at the black liquid emiting from the machine in front of him. The volume of the substance began to grow larger and larger, soon big enough to make a small pond. Cobs picked up a metal bucket, then walked over to the black substance and put some of it in the bucket. Salt, who was still writing on some sort of paper in the background, suddenly looked up when Cobs put the substance into the bucket.

She seemed...excited? Why? Cheesy, too, was pondering on why Salt was excited about Cobs' actions. Cheesy, who was too weak to talk, simply stared at Cobs, narrowing his eyes in a attempt to look intimidating. It didn't work.

Cobs waltzed over to Cheesy, an unholy smirk on his damn face. The black, unknown substance almost seemed...alive? It had a gleam to it, something that made it seem like it too had feelings and thoughts. Cheesy was now crazy curious about this substance, but before his thoughts could continue, Cobs poured the substance onto Cheesy.

The small comedian let out a scream of pure agony, doing his best to get the black liquid off. The substance, as soon as it came into contact with Cheesy's skin, started to burn through it rapidly. It burned like hell, and just after a few seconds, it covered Cheesy's bones. Loud 'SNAPS' and other sounds of breaking bones rung throughout the forest. Blood was piled under Cheesy, and still more came. Cheesy was in pure toture right now. He wanted to pass out, he wanted to die. He didn't want to deal with this pain anymore.

Everything hurt...his flesh was burned and smoking, his bones broken in every which way, and his mental state wasn't much better. He hated every moment of this. The black substance, perhaps done with its 'job', returned to the bucket in which it came from. The pain hadn't fully stopped, but it was better, now that the cause of it was gone.

Cheesy's face was stained with tears, blood, and cries of help. They were deep in the forest, no one would hear the screams of the poor boy. Salt was laughing and doubling over, acting as if Cheesy almost died was the most comedic thing ever.

Cobs' reaction was much different. His face wasn't filled with emotion at all. Cheesy was laying on the blood-stained grass, his tears still flowing. Would Trophy find him? Would...anyone find him? Oh no. Oh no. Would Cheesy stay with Cobs and Salt forever...or does destiny have other plans?

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CHEESY MY SON I LOVE YOU SM PLEASE- Wait, I get to choose what happens. oh. I STILL LOVE YOU CHEESY

Damn, who else agrees with me that Cobs and Salt should die? :)

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