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#that one i need to rework for geological accuracy though
brutal-nemesis · 3 years
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Kneecap Day 2020: Suck It Castys
Happy Kneecap Day!! I’m using my immortal son Castys for this since he’s very easy to just plop into whatever scenario. And he can heal himself so there’s no need for me to hold back (✿◡‿◡)
Castys Masterlist
Ingredients: broken fucking kneecaps, mentions of suicide for convenience (immortal), lil bit of hand whump
“Where do you think you’re going?” Castys froze in his tracks at the sound of their voice, turning to face his captor with a smile.
“Oh, you know, just lookin’ at the… the door. The handmade carvings are just exquisite; is it mahogany? It’s really-aahhh okay, okay,” Castys tried to break the grip on his wrist, but it was no use. He let himself be led to what he had dubbed “the fun room” since everything that happened there was decidedly Not Fun. But he could still take it, he just needed to bide his time until another escape opportunity presented itself.
“Ever since I bought you, you’ve been nothing but trouble.” They shoved Castys into the chair, wasting no time tightening the leather straps around his wrists.
“That usually happens when you buy people. Might I suggest an alternative thing to purchase, like lar-” His retort was cut off by a harsh slap across the face. He just grinned, savoring the feeling of getting a rise out of them. 
“How did you manage to kill yourself? It’s the only way you could have healed from all that so quickly.” The unfortunate thing about this person is they already knew Castys was immortal, in fact it’s why they bought him in the first place. Which was annoying since people who didn’t know were so much easier to escape from.
“Funny thing, it’s actually because SOMEONE didn’t bandage any of my wounds and I bled out. And also died of thirst. You know you could at least like, take basic care of me?” A hand twisted in his hair, jerking his head back.
“Liar,” they growled in his ear, “You were hardly bleeding when I left you, and I gave you water yesterday. So how did...what’s this now?” The other hand reached down into his shirt, pulling out the necklace that had been exposed when they’d yanked his head back.
“That’s nothing at all, just a fun little rock.” Castys struggled to keep his voice even as the pouch was pulled off his neck. “I think it’s neat so I wear it all the time, why don’t you try touching it? It’s very smooth and fun and not…” He trailed off as they looked inside, seeing the rock within. Castys was glad it looked ordinary, even though it was enchanted to instantly kill you if you touched it. He hoped they would so this could all be over, even if that would leave him trapped in this chair. He’d figure something out.
“Touch it? Yes,” they grabbed one of his fingers, pulling it back until it snapped, “why don’t you?” Castys barely had time to scream as they pressed the stone into his hand, careful not to touch it themselves, and the world instantly went black.
When Castys came back to life, his captor was standing over him, examining his now-healed finger. “That really does kill you. I think I’ll hang onto this.” They brandished the little bag before tucking it away in one of their pockets.
“I-I don’t know, that’s like, super dangerous for you to have isn’t it? One little touch and you’re dead. Like, poof, that’s it. Just let me hang onto it a-and I won’t use it I swear.” Castys had never been without the stone since he’d had it made, he needed it. It was the only way he could heal himself. Without it...escaping would be a whole lot harder.
“I think I can handle it. Besides,” they said as they picked up a hammer from the corner of the room, “I can’t have you healing yourself without my permission.”
“I wouldn’t need to heal myself if you didn’t keep hurting me. Speaking of which, what’cha gonna do with that hammer? We don’t need to resort to that, do we?” Castys squirmed as much as he could as his captor approached. They’d strapped his ankles to the chair too while he was dead, so he was completely helpless as he saw them take aim and swing.
Pain exploded in Castys’s knee, causing him to arch back, breathing sharply through clenched teeth. Oh lord this was a new one. He’d broken his legs before, sure, but never his kneecap, and it was so much worse. The bone was definitely shattered, radiating sharp pain through his entire leg. Far too soon, the hammer came down again. This time Castys couldn’t hold back a scream as the hammer crushed his other kneecap. “Hah-holy-hah-shit,” he huffed, “glad...glad I only...have two of those.” His captor didn’t seem to appreciate this remark, jabbing him in the knee with the hammer before setting it back down.
Castys was too consumed by the pain to do anything as they freed him from the chair and scooped him up in their arms. Every step they took jostled his ruined knees, and they definitely weren’t being gentle with him. He cried out as they unceremoniously dumped him on the floor of the room they kept him in. Hoping they’d just leave and lock the door, Castys was disappointed to feel metal cuffs clamp around his wrists, pulling his arms apart above his head.
“This seems a little excessive, don’t you think?” Castys tried his best to not let his agony show as they shifted his legs to secure manacles around his ankles.
“I have to make sure you can’t pick the locks again, little escape artist.”
“Well, here’s a power thought: even if I do pick them I can’t fucking walk, so I’m not going anywhere.” They simply patted him on the cheek.
“That’s what I thought when I left you last time.”
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