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hi :)
hiiiii! i’m gonna do like you and give a full section instead of just a line :) i’ve got other fandom brainrot rn so it might be a while before this one is finished but have a vld wip that’s over a year old:
Blah, blah, blah, the usual threats from the commander of the ship of whatever their rank is – they don’t seem to have the authority to do much, so they’re going to hold Keith and Lance until they can deliver them to a superior. They’re escorted to the prison, which . . . is strange. The cells are weird. Lance can’t see in until one is opened, but the inside is unlike any cell he’s been in before. It’s blank and brightly lit with white walls and the only thing breaking anything up is a small, also white, vent at the top of the far wall.
It’s horrible.
The sight of it makes dread start to bubble in Lance’s stomach. The idea of being alone in there for—what was it? From the sound of it—a few weeks . . . he feels ill at the thought. He won’t be able to take it.
“W-wait,” he gasps, struggling for the first time against his captor. “Wait, you can’t–” He glances desperately at Keith, who stares at him with concern.
His guard jabs him harshly in the back with their gun and shoves him. He can’t do it, he can’t do it he can’t go in there. “No,” he fights harder, “no, you can’t – you can’t separate us!”
His foot slides, his guard shoves, and – fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s inside; he panics and shouts, “We’ll die if you separate us!”