This is prolly upper random but honestly that describes my whole life so I might as well share this discovery with y’all.
Tattoes have metal in their ink, when you have a high amount of metal in the that ink it can be very painful to go through an MRI
House 2:1 for reference near the end about 3 minutes till the end.
- whumpee didn’t think too much about whumper putting tattoes all over thier body. They figured whumper was an artist, that the symbols and names and pictures meant something, and they did.
- whumpers main reason for this only made sense on punishment days, whumpee ran, they really shouldn’t have but they did, and when they got to the gate their weight pulled down on them, sucking them on to the top kf a grate like thing that pulled at their every muscle and skin.
- when whumper dragged them off, that was the worst part, it felt as if they were being burned alive, skin red and alive with welts and tears.
- but then whumper brought them to a room they’ve never seen before, a small metal room, so small they could only stand with their head down, couldn’t sit, could turn, nothing.
- once again they thought nothing of it, that was until the metal box turned on, and that same raw tearing at their skin, began again, from all directions, and they found themselves screaming themselves hoarse for what felt like eternity.
- when whumper let them out, they fell to their knees, they were silent, partially from the strain on their throat, the other having nothing to say. The tattoes were messy now, red welts around the words, blood from whumpee trying to scratch the letters off, some skin with high constituencies of ink just gone all together.
- whumpee found themselves whimpering at whumpers feet, and whumper just smiled, “looks like I need to redo the ink, you’ve gone and messed it up. Bad boy”