Imagine a sidekick beat black and blue, hair Matted by blood. The room is filled with only the sound of Sidekick’s rasping breath.
Hero slowly circles them, cane dragging along the floor mercilessly- a threat.
Sidekick will never trust Villain again- the liar. Ratting them out to Hero. Villain who they thought was a person they could confide in sits in the corner of the room, arms crossed as they smirk, leaning back in their chair as they take in the sight of the trembling Sidekick.
the plan worked.
Oh this is extremely fucked up...
I love it.










