Warnings: Yandere, Kidnapping, Confinement, Ableism (what else do we expect from him), Invasion of personal space, Stockholm Syndrome (if you squint), Reader uses a cane to walk, Reader suffers from chronic pain.
Additional Notes: Mahito has feelings he doesn't understand.
“Why are you broken?”
The sentence wasn’t an unfamiliar one. In fact, it was one you’d grown quite accustomed to over the years, in all manner of phrasings, but the sting of it never lessened.
‘I’m not’ is what you wanted to say - to insist that nothing was wrong with you, but such a bald-faced lie would do nothing for you.
“I just am.” You replied, not looking up from the thread you were pulling at in your nest - piles of discarded clothing and fabrics Mahito had no use for. It was makeshift bedding that did little to aid the pain you experienced on a daily basis.
Mahito’s whine caused you to look up in time to see him roll his eyes at your answer, his unsatisfied huff blowing a few strands of his bangs out of his face.
“Yes, I know that.” He bent at the waist, arms extended out, and propped up on the handle of your cane as he rested his weight on it in front of you. For a moment you were reminded of a noir film star in the silent picture era. ”I’m asking why.”
A frown pulled at your lips while a grin stretched across his.
“I’ve already told you.”
“You told me nothing that made any sense, I want details.”
“And what about what I want?” The words were impulsive - gone before you could register how bad of an idea they were.
Luckily, although sometimes you supposed ‘unluckily’, Mahito’s interest in how you spoke to him far outweighed any potential consequence they’d have. It was different, he’d once told you. Brave, yet stupid - like how a small dog would try to fight something much bigger than itself.
A squeak sounded around the cold concrete of the sewer as Mahito squeezed the foam covering of your cane’s handle, and it was hard. Hard not to let anger simmer in your soul at the nonverbal taunt, because that’s what he wanted. A reaction.
Your reaction.
“Why are you broken?” Mahito repeated, his tone and inflection the same as before while he cocked his head.
Again, it was hard not to react.
“I have… problems. In my spine.”
‘Problems’ felt like the best term to use here. With him. Though even still, the word choice caused his expression to practically twist with glee.
“Problems?” He repeated, so much condescension dripping from a single word that it made your stomach churn. “Want me to solve them for you?”
Fear and disgust swam in your heart as much as they did in your gut, and you knew he knew. You knew he could sense it because of the way he looked at you. Hungry for anything you’d give him, both on your own volition and against it.
It was another thing you had grown used to, yet had to swallow down along with the bile that threatened to rise.
“...Not particularly.”
“Why?” This time his tone was petulant as the excitement on his face gave way to disappointed irritation. “It wouldn’t hurt much.”
“Because you don’t even know what it is you would be fixing.”
Mahito drummed his fingers along the cane’s handle. “And whose fault would that be? Don’t you want to get better?” He finished with a coo so mocking your lip twitched - the first of many cracks.
He smiled.
“Of course I do.” Your fingers bunched in the fabric settled in your lap as you practically hissed the words. “But I can’t.”
Mahito hummed and twirled the cane in his hand. “I just offered to.”
You sucked on your teeth. “How generous.”
“Have I not been with you?.” Laughter mixed with every one of Mahito’s words as he dropped the cane and crouched down in front of you. The nail of his index finger dug into the flesh of your cheek as he poked it, uncaring of the scrape it left behind as he dragged it down your face. “I have yet to hear a single ‘thank you’ for anything, actually, it’s quite rude.”
This time it was your eye that twitched and you had to look away from him.
What was there to be thankful for? Sparing you, maybe, though arguably that was worse than being immediately killed. Learning what he was, what he could do. Ignorance was bliss, and it was difficult to stay that way when the screams of his experiments could go on for hours at a time.
The food he gave you was another possibility, but even that was laughable. They were scraps at best, and not even given on a regular basis. A large part of you was convinced the half empty bags of chips he'd toss to you was only done so the noise your stomach made would stop interrupting whatever he was reading.
Not that you'd ever tell him such things. You knew it could be worse. Much, much worse.
“Thank you.”
“See? That wasn't so hard!” Mahito patted your cheek twice, making you grimace. “But what are you thanking me for?”
You inhaled deeply. “Everything.”
Mahito’s sharp bark of laughter echoed along the walls, and his fingers grasped your jaw to turn your face back to his.
“‘Everything’?” He cooed, mimicking the pitch and tone of your voice. “I don't think you mean that.”
That was a trap. You knew it was because, once more, he looked at you with that awful hunger in his eyes.
“I do.”
Mahito tutted, “I don't think you do.” His voice almost a sing-song as his nails dug into the skin where your jaw connected to your face. “If you did, you'd let me fix you~.”
“It's not about that.”
“Then what is?” Mahito leaned closer, to the point his nose nearly brushed against yours. It felt like he was trying to look directly into your soul with how intently his eyes bore into yours, and maybe he was. It wouldn't be the first time he'd done such a thing.
Each second that ticked by felt heavier than the last. It made you realize just how dry your throat had been this whole time, and you attempted to wet your lips before speaking again.
“...If you fixed me, you'd get bored.”
Mahito merely continued to stare at you after that. With how close he was, it was easy to watch his expression shifting in real time with his thoughts - a detail that was simultaneously intriguing and frightening.
Eventually he sighed, like an owner disappointed with their pet.
“Bored, huh? That's what you're worried about?” The hand holding your face squeezed your cheeks hard enough to force your lips into a pout. “One little flaw changed and that would be that?”
He didn't wait for you to answer, even if you could.
“If you think I'd ever get bored of you…” He trailed off, nothing too unusual when he was deep in thought, but it was the way he did it that made you want to wish you'd never said anything in the first place.
My Lord told me to ask, as you seemed positive about Lord Gorm’s very bad plan- I am honest that you frighten me.
What is your. The point. Your the point in this event? Why are you so okay with this thing, when it sounds like you are one of the chosen I think, yes?
… I mean not to be rude, I am a doctor. But do you have battle fatigue, you are reminding me of people I knew from home- after my service- from the writing?
Maybe I jump to conclusions, I do that at times. That is why I do not command any squires despite being commander by now- I help my Lord because he is sick instead, our speaking makes him feel safer. It is a lot when he thinks all other people want him to die? This is too much information maybe.
(( @gormgormgorm - Dimitar ))
WHO ARE YOU YOURE NOT BASIL
what is a chosen
battle fatigue battle fatigue that sounds familiar familiar fa OH you mean post traumatic stress yes you can thank fork hair for that mostly but also the isolation and confinement haha WAIT WHY AM I TELLING YOU THIS I DONT KNOW YOU I DONT TRUST YOU WHO ARE YOU
hyperbole exaggeration just want to go home just want to be free dont want to hurt anymore venting frustrations just want to forget all this and live quietly would rather not be violent dont want to be but frustration and fear and anger it builds builds builds cant do anything to vent it but vomit out words on here
Trapped in a position where no isn't an option, you desperately search for a way to protect yourself and Neon without losing too much of yourself in the process. Chrollo knows how to play into your vulnerabilities, but even he is wary of being so forceful for the consequences it may cause. Is there enough trust in either party to safely move forward with an agreed upon plan?
✥ a/n: This chapter is a lot more introspective, getting an idea of how both you and Chrollo view the situation. I also want to say thanks to everyone for reading so far! This is my first fic, so if you have any feedback, I'd love to hear it. :)
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The Spiders exchange glances as they process the growing likelihood of Uvogin’s death, some worried while others refrain showing any emotion including Chrollo. As Machi feels unsure of what’s to come, the threads binding your hands squeeze tighter, either as a warning or from a subconscious tension.
“What should we do with her?” She lifts up your bound hands, forcing you to step forward so as to not fall head first.
Chrollo scans you over, contemplating how to best make use of you and your knowledge, while recognizing the threat you may still pose. A bad taste forms in his mouth seeing you so vulnerable at the hands of his friends, but he’s the head of the Spider, and is obligated to protect it, even if it hurts you. At least, until he knows you are on their side.
Chrollo deeply contemplates the options in front of him. You seemingly hold no allegiance with the chain user, nor did you try to withhold the little information about him you had. You’re intelligent, having understood Pakunoda’s abilities and how to navigate the surrounding circumstances, while maintaining a level head in a high stakes scenario. It’s clear survival is of utmost importance, which normally would mean your behaviour is predictable, but you’ve shown to act against sensibilities, especially in your nen-fueled rampage seeking out the Spiders originally. Being complicit and vulnerable with him gives off the impression you won’t betray him, not immediately, for those were genuine tears shed earlier. However, if there is nothing of benefit for you to remain loyal, the chances of betrayal increase, especially if your chances of survival do with it.
Luckily or unluckily, yet to be determined, you demonstrated a vested interest in the safety of at least one direct connection to the chain user the Spider could benefit from. Unfortunately, Chrollo believes this is possible only either through threatening the safety of this girl or offering protection from the cross fire. If they threatened her safety, it would more likely cause a direct assault on the Spider by your hands, which could result in serious casualties as the extent of your abilities remain unknown. They could easily find out your weaknesses or how to counter your skills through Paku; however, Chrollo wants to learn about your nen from you, not ruining the potential opportunity to have you join the Troupe or to borrow your abilities for his own use.
Chrollo notes how you’ve expressed more concern over your own personal interests and assets than the well-being of your associates, with Neon being the exception. Chrollo gathers that you could be more willing to manipulate the chain user for Neon’s explicit protection, but he doesn’t truly understand how you weigh your morality yet. Though Chrollo doesn’t get the impression you’re easily swayed by fickle emotions, there is an unknown, emotionally volatile element to your nen that could be triggered in the right conditions.
If he did offer for you to join the Spiders, would you be willing to harm those you have worked with and perhaps come to care for to meet the Spider’s ends? What would you get out of it that you can’t already give yourself? Fame, family, fortune, and power are already under your thumb, but the Spider ultimately doesn’t care for that. Would you throw it all away to join their lifestyle of thievery? But even if you declined, you know too much about the Spider to just be let free, not without some way of ensuring your silence or loyalty. Alternatively, he could take your nen but in doing so would sever all potential benefits of keeping you around otherwise, including the growing personal desires he has towards you.
A realization dawns on Chrollo after that thought. Subconsciously drawing his hands to his face, the group surrounding him notices this change in demeanor, making some Spiders think his confidence is wavering.
‘Could she even survive without her nen?’
You came back from the dead through post-mortem so if he were to steal it, would you be able to live as a regular human or would you simply just die? Is it even possible to steal post-mortem nen abilities? Though it would be an interesting experiment on the limits of Skill Hunter, Chrollo does not savor the risks it poses.
Ultimately, he does not want you dead nor to underestimate your capabilities and how they may backfire onto the Troupe. You’ve yet to show any real hostility to the Spider, besides your supposedly uncontrolled nen rampage, so there must be a way to get both your powers and intellect on their side.
Though this situation is complex, Chrollo is grateful for it in some ways. He grows reminiscent of how he first met you, as Echo.
From the moment he heard your siren’s song, he was captivated. Then he saw your aura, steady, strong, yet gentle. It entranced him. He knew you were skilled from the performances alone, but the knowledge he’s recently gained exemplifies this. You are a beautiful gem on display but the world still undervalues your worth. It’s exhilarating. Presenting yourself for all to marvel at your brightness and talents, he loves knowing you are his to steal at any moment. He laments not showing his face sooner in belief the decision protected the Spider, but he wonders how different things would be if he had. Perhaps the attack on Uvo could have been prevented. Perhaps you could have been reunited in a less complex manner, where he could choose to exclude you from the dangers of the Spider.
But he wonders… How did it never dawn on him why he was so captivated by you? Your music was not first heard at a concert in Yorknew, but years ago in Meteor City. Thinking about it now, how could he not have recognized your voice? He spent so many hours, watching, listening from afar as a child, admiring your tenacity and drive in learning more. Hoping to catch a glimpse at your progress every time he visited the church, though you were rarely there, the days he did were special. Chrollo now understands that he was drawn to you months ago because your music was nostalgic; but somehow, deep down, he must have instead actually known it was you all along.
While Chrollo remained deep in thought, a few troupe members settled down into spots to wait out for the return of their friend. Uncomfortably, your hands remain tied by Machi’s nen threads as you silently watch and wait for Chrollo’s response. Concern builds up inside the longer he thinks, but you hold out on hope that his hesitation is a good sign. Finally, Chrollo looks down at you with a serious yet unreadable expression.
“What would you like to do?”
Mouth agape, the question takes you back.
‘After all that, he’s just asking me what I want?’
With a furrowed brow you consider the ideal situation for your family, Neon, and your own desires. It doesn’t take long for you to give a reply, given you’ve been trapped here for hours.
“Ideally, I’d like to get back to the operations of my family businesses. I’m certain there’s a pile of work waiting for me from the mess you’ve all made at the auction, but… I am also concerned for the safety of Neon. She often has rival families attempt to assassinate her and is in need of my security more than ever with Dalzollene’s death, which, again, you are responsible for. However…” pausing to gather the courage to say what you want next.
“I have so much I want to share with you, myself directly, not through someone else reading my memories.”
Looking at Chrollo only, your ears turn bright pink at the confession made in front of the room of criminals. You dare not look at anyone else out of sheer embarrassment. Chrollo’s face shifts to show his genuine surprise at this bold confession.
Keeping your voice steady you conclude, “I’m not sure what I can do to prove I have no intention of stopping you from pursuing your goals, but I want to make it clear that I have no interest in being involved.”
A humoured smirk allows a chuckle to escape from Chrollo’s lips, embarrassment digging deeper.
“Then how about we make a deal come dawn?”
Understanding the implication of his words, he likely means to propose an ongoing exchange of information for your freedom, if their friend Uvogin fails to return. Taking a moment to digest, you reckon it’s the best option at this moment.
“On the conditions Neon remains unharmed and I am free to continue my business otherwise, yes.”
Being forced to directly sellout one person to protect another doesn’t morally feel good, but you know so little of this bodyguard that it's hard to really feel remorse when it means Neon’s utmost safety. Especially since Neon is endangered because of this guard's actions. Truthfully, you have no reason to help the Spider except for the selfish desire of having Chrollo in your life once more. This situation is very different from snuffing out the lives of those who you know definitively do extreme harm, rather than someone who has only supposedly done harm. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth, feeling no better than those you so openly condemn, but your desire for more holds you in a vice of pure greed.
‘I’m embroiled too deep, but it’ll be impossible to forget or let go of him again.’
Though, in a reality where you could actually control time, the most ideal situation would be to forget this all happened and return to the way things were before… but even then you may have eventually learned the truth of his identity. Learning what you know now any later might have been arguably worse; knowing to have missed your chance to be with Chrollo once more would be devastating. Perhaps, this is an unavoidable fate.
“Until then, we wait.”
Chrollo motions for Machi to remove the threads from your wrists followed by a signal for you to quietly sit amongst the Spiders. Awkwardness sinks in as a combination of scowls and curious eyes study you. Amongst the gazes, a pair of golden eyes mischievously devour your image with an intensity unlike the others, leaving you to question his intentions.
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By sunrise the group has grown solemn, coming to terms with the fate of their comrade. Chrollo divulges the new plans to take down the chain user, where you once again become a hot topic. The tension of having you present for the discussion is understandable given most of the troupe members have only known you briefly in this room. What you do moving forward is vital to your success, being acutely aware of the role you must play, a puppet for their show. In order to gain your freedom and Chrollo’s trust, you need to perform this role exceptionally.
“Scarlet.”
A chill runs down your spine, as Chrollo speaks your name, your real name. You went by Scarlet in your undercover employment with the Nostrade family, but having it spoken like this was different.
“Accompany me to the auction house to find the girl, Neon. I need her nen ability, Lovely Ghost Writer. The ability to predict the future is vital to the Spider’s survival.”
“What?! You said she wouldn’t be harmed!“ Your blood begins to boil.
“She won’t be harmed. Besides, how many times has she almost been killed just for having the powers she does? By removing the reason for the target on her head, she will be safer.”
As much as you don’t want to admit, it’s true. In some twisted way you recognize the attempts on her life will never stop so long as she holds it or Light Nostrade uses her for his gain. You know Light’s obsession over her safety is not for Neon herself but the money making ability she holds. But if she were to lose that, how would Light react? But more importantly, can he really take her nen away without harming her?
“Don’t you want to free yourself of the need to vigilantly protect her? To be your own free woman again?” His honey coated words seemingly express concern, though it is uncertain if it's genuine or not.
Though you originally intended to kill Neon, the bond you’ve forged cannot be so simply ignored. But it is undeniable that an opportunity to move away from the co-dependent relationship has finally arisen. If the Nostrade guards do presume you’re dead, how would Neon react? Would she even care? Would she even be appreciative of the lengths you’re going to preserve her safety? The thoughts make you bitter, knowing that is very possible she wouldn’t.
In the past, she’s shown little regard for the lives of others in close proximity to her; however, being a maid servant is different. The job of a guard requires a person to steel themselves for the possibility of death, in order to protect their boss, whereas an attendant fosters a more intimate relationship with Neon. You think she’s gotten attached to you in the last couple years, but she is fickle and quick to move on so you’re unsure if the relationship is genious or if she just likes the idea of having you around. You have spoiled her and, in many ways, enabled her to continue her troublesome behaviours.
It's a difficult decision to juggle regardless, even with it unclear how she feels. Neon reminds you of Lizzy in so many ways, it makes sense why you’ve grown attached and are willing to put up with so much. Though you’ve always wondered, would finally fulfilling your mission be what you need to feel complete? By bringing hardship to the last family on your hitlist without killing the girl you’ve grown to care for, it might be possible to rid yourself of your demons. A shift in the target; a mission of assassination on their biggest asset, Neon’s fortune telling. Without it, the Nostrade family will quickly lose their fame and notoriety, much to Light’s dismay.
However, there is the risk of Light turning his anger towards Neon, for suddenly losing her ability, the one thing that gives this desperate man his edge in the Underworld. You don’t know if Light would actually abuse Neon in that way, but he’s been covertly exploiting her for his own personal gains for years and his affections for her have always seemed conditional.
You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to hurt Neon or risk her endangerment, even if it holds potential to bring the final piece of closure. Having her protection sacred by the Troupe is promising, but they’re not going to stick around after the auction concludes; the agreement is really only binding until then. Then what? Being by her side allowed you to protect her, but you can’t at least, not without arising extreme suspicion for coming back from the dead. Hell, you might not even be allowed near her because of that.
‘Fuck, is there really no other option?’
If you don’t do this, you’d be losing points with Chrollo and the Spiders. It’s unlikely he’ll take no as an answer anyways, given how sticky and manipulative his words are, but you know for a fact you can’t leave Neon vulnerable. Maybe being her maid servant isn’t the only way you can keep her safe. Maybe it's time to bring Echo into the equation.
“Alright, but I’ll be attending as Echo, not Scarlet. By now the Nostrade guards will have reported me as dead. It would bring too much attention and suspicion to return,” carefully studying Chrollo’s face while pitching your idea, “Plus, you need a pass to get through the security gate. I can secure an extra one for you.”
“Hmm.. In that case, I will be the one escorting you.”
A grin settles onto Chrollo’s face. You think he must find this amusing.
“Once Neon is located and incapacitated, you can take her to safety. From there, do as you wish until I contact you. If you learn anything more on the chain user, then contact me first.”
Chrollo passes you a burner phone, since your regular phone was either lost or destroyed when you were captured. You assume his contact has already been saved to this device. It’s safe to believe some kind of tracker is also installed, in case you tried to run away.
“In exchange for Neon’s ability and any additional information on the chain-user, she will be guaranteed safety. You may also inform your associates to not attend the auction this evening, without specifics, to spare the damages to your business. However, expect to be needed or called upon until we complete the rest of our plan.”
Putting aside the moral issues you have with this plan; it does almost seem too good to be true. There must be something more he benefits from here, but it doesn’t appear he’ll divulge this secret. Unable to disconcert what he’s hiding; you have no choice but to agree in order to gain his trust.
Warnings: kidnapping, confinement, restraints, cages, threat of death, knives, blood, hidden injury, unclear character status
Whumpee flinched back into the corner of the cage, arm drawn tight away from their body as they reached the end of their restraints. They didn’t want Whumper to come and hurt them. Not again. They couldn’t endure much longer. But they had to endure. Caretaker was coming. Caretaker would find them.
“What are you doing back there?” Whumper snarled, their voice harsh with a growl.
Whumpee closed their eyes as their breath came in short gasps through their nose. They needed to be still. To be quiet. Then Whumper would leave them alone.
This was Whumpee’s daily existence for weeks. Weeks of unspeakable things at the hand of Whumper. Weeks of crying themself to sleep. Weeks of waiting for Caretaker to save them. Weeks of nothing but pain, suffering, and sadness.
Until the door opened quietly this morning. “Whumpee!” Caretaker’s voice called out.
“Caretaker!” Whumpee rasped. They couldn’t believe it. Caretaker was here.
Caretaker froze the moment Whumpee came into their sight. Whumpee’s heart sunk at the sight of Caretaker’s face falling. They didn’t want Caretaker to feel like that. To leave them here. They waited this long. They needed Caretaker.
Caretaker seemed to realize that they responded in a way that Whumpee did not need because they shook their head and started forward. “Let’s get you out of here.” Caretaker tested the door to the cage, but it didn’t give.
“Whumper keeps the key somewhere over there,” Whumpee muttered. They were moments away from being free. And they needed to be quiet. And for Caretaker to be quiet. Or Whumper would be back.
“Over here?” Caretaker called as they headed toward the opposite wall.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Whumper’s growl came from the doorway.
Whumpee’s heart stopped. No. No. They were so close.
Caretaker whirled around, face contorted into a grimace. “I’m taking Whumpee back. And you’re not going to stop me.”
“On the contrary, Caretaker,” Whumper said as they headed straight for Whumpee, drawing the knife from their belt, “you’re the one who isn’t going to stop me.”
“LET THEM GO!” Caretaker roared, their fingers still searching the cabinet behind them for the key.
Whumper unlocked the door to the cage and rushed inside, pulling Whumpee to them with a sharp yank. “Looking for this?” They held the key on a chain around their neck.
Caretaker stopped their search, realizing they were a fool. “What do you want? You can do it to me, just let Whumpee go.”
Whumper snickered. “I have what I want. I have everything I need to get what I want. And Whumpee is the only person who can give it me.” Whumper held the knife to Whumpee’s neck, drawing a bead of blood as they moved.
“Just, just let them go,” Caretaker said weakly.
“Say goodbye to Caretaker, Whumpee,” Whumper whispered in Whumpee’s ear.
At this, Whumpee began to cry. They hadn’t wanted Caretaker to find them like this. To see this. They had just wanted to be free. To be safe. With Caretaker.
“Say it!” Whumper hissed in their ear.
Before Whumpee could open their mouth, there was a loud bang and the lights in the room went out. They felt a sharp pain in their back, a hand over their mouth keeping their gasp in. Whumpee stumbled to their knees as the chaos of a fight erupted around them.
Before long, the lights were back on and Caretaker, the rest of the team, all stood in the room, but Whumper was nowhere in sight.
“I want this cuff off Whumpee! NOW!” Caretaker roared as they knelt down in front of Whumpee. “Whumpee, Whumpee, look at me. Are you ok?”
“F-f-fine,” Whumpee murmured. Caretaker was here. The team was here. They were being rescued.
“Are you sure? Let me just take a look,” Caretaker started to pat Whumpee’s shoulders.
“I’m fine,” Whumpee said again as they dragged themself to their feet. They just wanted out of this room and into the open air. They heard the click of the release of the cuff and they pulled their arm to their chest. They shuffled forward, knowing that Caretaker would keep stride with them.
“Whoa, slow down, Whumpee. What’s the rush?”
“I-I-I just need. Outside. Please.”
Caretaker’s face sobered instantly as they let Whumpee shuffle forward. “Of course, Whumpee. Let’s get you outside.”
Slowly, but surely, Whumpee and Caretaker made their way through Whumper’s compound. Slowly, but surely, Whumpee realized that maybe they did need to be looked over. But it didn’t matter. The door swung open revealing the most beautiful sight Whumpee had ever laid eyes on: a sky bright red with sunrise. A sight they didn’t think they would see again.
“Oh,” Whumpee sighed as their knees gave out and they sank into the darkness.
I know looking through old TF2 blogs and finding nearly lost fanart from deactivated artists is kinda my thing. But I'm not really in the best of shape right now, and my curiosity is killing me.
This is "Confinement" by jemsjunk:
Jemsjunk has been deactivated for well over half a decade now. I'm not sure if they have any other social medias either. But they've made a lot of controversial content and there's still quite a few reblogs of their work. Hence why I was able to find this one.
I'm looking to see if there's any more to this comic. I'm trying to find if there's a part 3 or some other kind of continuation. I know the last panel of the second part says 'Fin' at the bottom of the page. So there's a good chance that there's nothing more to this one. But if anyone can find more to this comic, I will send you a handmade gift because this is really important lost media to me.
Here's my reblog basically explaining why this comic is so important to me despite being some of the most deplorable shit ever.
And if anyone can find more artwork from kbuns/slimyfetus, pinetreesol, or any of the other famous deactivated sniperscout artists, you can also get a prize! But it has to be artwork that I've never seen before. Just DM with whatever you've found and I'll tell you whether or not I've seen it before!
“You know what, I’m not shocked anymore. The insanity of the Wandenreich has been going on for over one thousand years. So what if we keep one nuisance locked up and the other is allowed to have a weird relationship with an arrancar. It makes no sense to me but at this point no one listens to me so I’m just going to sit here and watch the world tear itself apart.”
He is, although I suspect it is not a content existence. How fitting that he should be placed under house arrest with no end in sight while Her Majesty rules and the war rages on.
Lady Varley has taken over the territory in his stead, and now it is the disgraced Count Varley who must learn to behave as a submissive noble. His sole responsibility is to stay put and remain silent while his wife commands the house with better skill than he could ever muster.
In this case, it would be in his best interest for someone to confine him to a chair and leave him there for the remainder of the day. If he sets foot from his estate or so much as opens a window to look outside, his fate will be far worse than his pathetic, feeble mind could ever fathom.
And should he manage to be obedient until peacetime, he will be afforded a fair trail. Of course, Lady Varley will not be involved in the judiciary process for that particular case. With crimes as horrific and unforgivable as his, it hardly matters.
