Whumptober Day 4- "Powered Down" (Jujutsu Kaisen)
First JJK fic for whumptober! I was told to whump Gojo this year, so I hope I have managed that here. This story is set before the Hidden Inventory arc.
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Prompts Used: Cattle Prod, Shock, alt prompt 15. Reluctant Whumper Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Character(s): Gojo & Getou
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Read on Ao3
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(Preview)
Gojo woke woozily, having no recollection of how he had gotten to—wherever he was now.
A groan beside him had him forcing his eyes open to see Getou lying next to him, bringing a hand up to rub at his head.
"Hey," Gojo grunted, rolling over and pushing himself onto an elbow. "What the hell?"
He looked around, seeing they were both apparently in some sort of cell. It was dark and there was a door with bars on it on one side of the small space.
"Where are we?" Getou murmured, also pushing himself upright.
Gojo instinctively went to reach out with Six Eyes to look for Cursed energy, but a vague numbness washed through him, an almost uncomfortable buzzing feeling, and he blinked, far more awake now.
"What the hell?" he gasped again, clutching at his hair before turning to Getou.
That was when he saw the collar around his friend's throat, and reached up to feel an identical one around his own.
"What is this?" he demanded.
Getou's hand also went to the collar, tugging. "I don't know. But this doesn't look good."
"You can say that again!"
"All I remember is checking out the area all those sorcerers were disappearing in." Getou said thoughtfully. "What about you?"
Memories started to flood back in as Gojo remembered receiving the mission from Yaga, being dropped off in the part of Tokyo where disappearances were occuring. It was just supposed to be an investigative mission but…
"Yeah, same. And it looks like we're going to be adding to the list." He started to tug at the collar, gritting his teeth as he couldn't find any latch on it. "Dammit, can this thing come off?"
Before he and Getou could investigate their situation further, footsteps sounded outside, and the door was unlocked and swung open on rusty hinges revealing several men with masks over the bottom halves of their faces, carrying batons in their hands.
"Get up," one commanded.
Gojo sneered. "Like hell! We're not doing anything until we get some kind of explana—agh!"
One of the men stepped forward and shoved the baton against Gojo's shoulder. An electric shock zapped through him, identifying the weapon as a cattle prod rather than just a baton.
"Satoru!" Getou cried as Gojo fell back in shock and pain. He turned to glower at the guards, fists clenching as they brandished the cattle prods threateningly. "What do you want?" he demanded.
"You'll find out soon," one of the men said tersely and came inside, dragging the two students to their feet and pushing them out the door. (Continue reading on Ao3! Link above)
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