How about another vampire hunter coming across enthralled Marshall? Maybe they've been captured themselves, maybe they staked the vampire who became Marshall's master. They see this hunter they once knew reduced to a mindless, babbling thrall.
cw: cursing, brainwashed whumpee, restraints
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“H- hi.”
“Wh-,” Henry, chained to the wall like some sort of animal, turned to the door, cracked open as a figure stood half inside. He could make out the frame of the person’s frilly dress and untamed hair, cluing him in on what role they played within the household. “You’re… you’re the thrall.”
“Yes! Yes…” They said, with a deep and dazed voice, stepping fully into the light. “Do, um, dooo… you… wanna, uh, play with me…?”
Henry’s brain practically short circuited. He didn’t know if what he saw was actually real or a trick of the vampire kind. “No.”
The thrall’s face dropped, head tipping to his feet. “O- oh. Okay…”
“What the fuck.” Henry could have screamed from the top of his lungs, voice rising with bubbling heat. The more intensely he studied the other man the more intensely he just knew he was right. “What the fuck!”
“Um, um-,”
“Marshall…?” He spit in disbelief, a concoction of emotions splattered across his face.
Lighting up, the dopey, grinning man only beamed back, confirming the hunter’s theory. “Yeah! Marshall is me!”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding.”
“Uh, I don’t… understand…” his face twisted in puzzlement, hugging a stuffed plush close to his chest, almost shielding himself. “‘R you sure you don’t wanna play?”
“I- I think I’m gonna vomit.” Henry choked out a laugh, that proceeded into a boisterous chuckle of disbelief. “This is what happened to you? You let them turn you into this?”
“Uh, uh, I don’t… what…?” With glassy, glazed over eyes, and furrowed brows Marshall appeared just as hazy and stupid as any thrall, possibly even more so. “Are… are you mad at me…?”
“You’re a thrall! Holy shit!” He couldn’t help but see the humor in it, even while restrained and most likely looking at the same fate. At least Henry didn’t deserve it like Marshall did. He seemed to have gotten just what was coming to him. “Do you-, do you even remember me?”
“Um, Marshall doesn’t… remember a lot!” He replied sheepishly, bouncing around on his slipper-covered feet as the poofy dress he wore swished about.
“This is too funny! What an awesome surprise!” Henry wished - if he’d ever escape - that he could tell the whole world about Marshall’s humiliating predicament. He just knew everyone else back at the house would find it just as humorous and delightful as him.
