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"Please Wolfy, c'moooon I know you don't love this sort of thing, but it is Halloween!" Chedder, a small mouse beast and Wolfy's friend of many years pleaded up at him with their wide brown eyes, to an outsider looking in you wouldn't see the hypnotic manipulation that Chedder's eyes were capable of in those adorable pools of complete evil chaos. "FINE" Wolfy huffed in defeat, he knew full well he'd never win a stare off with Chedder, the mouse is pipsqueak but damn they are powerful."Yay" they clapped their hands in glee and did a little twirl of victory having successfully convinced the grumpy wolf to join them at the party, "besides it's only going to be small, the Hyena troop are having a much bigger party, I'm sure everyone will be there anyways." They chuckled to themselves and sent a kilowatt smile in Wolfy's direction, Kilowatts full of trickery! Wolfy huffed to himself, not thrilled with having to be a part of this get together, when a fraction of hope flitted into his mind.

"Ah Chedder I can't go I don't even have a costume" He sighed in mock defeat praying hard that Chedder would just let this go and he could spend a blissfully pleasant evening at home watching crappy tv. "Don't be silly, I already got you an outfit!" Chedder happily chirped, a knowing smile plastered across their face, they reached into the depths of their closet and pulled out a fluffy white bunny costume, complete with a large bulbous rabbit head. Wolfy's face fell at the sight of the costume, unamused by the irony, "Get it Wolfy, like in the history books, when feral wolves used to eat feral rabbits?" Chedder's eyes brimmed with unshed laughter, clearly amusing themselves in their friend's pain.

xXx

Walking into the venue hosting the party felt like a surreal nightmare, the night air was stale but just about cool enough to keep Wolfy from overheating in his own fur let alone the fuzzy costume of the ugly white tattered rabbit Chedder had forced him to wear, music came pouring out of the windows an upbeat rhythm of loud clanky instruments and higher than he would like voice, a live band, fantastic. Drawing in a deep sigh Wolfy placed the heavy rabbit's head over his own, squeezing his muzzle in so it crushed against the rabbit's inner face and wriggling his cramped ears into a somewhat comfortable position. A strong smell of mildew and mothball assaulted his sensitive nose causing a wave of nausea to ripple through his stomach, at least it dulls the overly loud music and chatter coming from within the threatening walls before him.

As the night drew long Wolfy mostly kept to himself against the back wall of the building, more and more beasts had turned up turning what should have been a small gathering into an overly packed sardine can of creatures standing shoulder to shoulder, horn to mane in the absurdly small hall. Somewhere among the bodies the floor turned from carpeted to wooden dance floor, but the boundaries had been long flooded, beasts were dancing on every surface of the small space, some even brave enough, or drunk enough to be dancing in doubles or trios on the rickety looking tables. Wolfy had been spending his time nursing a plastic cup of a questionable looking alcoholic smelling liquid and keeping a close eye on Chedder, they had a habit of getting themselves into tricky predicaments at these types of gatherings, that often resulted in Wolfy having to carry them out before they could either make a fool of themselves or leave with some creepy stranger, speaking of. Wolfy's eyes snapped up as a lean fox beast that had been buying Chedder drinks all evening was leading him to the front door. In a hurry Wolfy threw his drink down on a nearby surface and went after his vulnerable friend, trying to navigate the saturated dance floor.

Amidst the gyrating leathery skin, feathers, and scales, Wolfy's breath hitched, he had lost sight of Chedder and become lost in the mass of too close bodies. A lick of fear uncut and raw washed over him trailing slowly, creeping like a soft slithery serpent up his spine, passing each connecting spinal ridge the serpent left an Icy cold prick of paralysing fear. Every nerve hums to life, fizzing painfully under his skin as they are bathed in its icy breath, his pounding heart drowning out every other surrounding noise screaming its desperate palpitating rhythm directly through Wolfy's skull. The serpent reached the top of his neck, chilled tongue lapping at his brain freezing him where he stands, before exploding in a rush of overbearing heat, viciously coiling around his throat, arms, stomach. Every inch of Wolfy being set ablaze as a thick coat of fog settled over his mind and panic seeped into his bones. 'Breath, I can't breathe, I can't see, I can't breathe, I can't breathe' his thought scrambles in a whirling mess, bouncing off his skull and echoing back at him, each letter violently ricocheting off the other. Wolfy reached his paws up to his neck, there, that's where the serpent has him just, just under the skin he can feel him roiling around, squeezing his windpipe close, its scales cool but each movement sent heat quaking through his body, burning, freezing, suffocating, cooking him from the inside out.

'I CAN'T BREATHE!!!' He shouts again but not a single sound passes through his clenched canines, claws extend from the soft mittens of Wolfy's paws, sharp and lethal he dug the weapons into the tender flesh of his throat. Pawing desperately to untangle the serpent torturing him from beneath the skin. Wolfy slashes at the costume surrounding his neck, rakes his claws through his protective coat gouging them through the soft vulnerable flesh underneath, with each deep swipe more and more blood gushes forward, drenching his black and white fur, coating his already red collar in an extra layer of fresh hot red and seeps into the whites of his paws, gashes open around his neck, another, another, another. Steaming thick and oozing from the ribboned flesh, red smeared across the fluffy white suite his friends had lovingly bought for him, but the serpent clung tight. His limbs grew weak and heavy, frantic pace being slowed, vision blurring, but the pain offered him a sliver of clarity in his panicked haze, a thought lurches to the front of his failing mind "Head, I have to take my head off, I can't breathe in my head"

Arms held stiffly out in front of him wolfy hits the dense wood flaw with his knees first, the impact jars through his exhausted frame, vibrating painfully off every bone, every inch of him screaming a melody of anguish. But the biting pain only gives him the extra clarity he needs, serpent forgotten, heart beating rapidly like the wing of a bat in flight he smashes his head on the rigid surface beneath him, the giant bunny head caves in around him hugging against his fur suffocatingly close, flecks of red blood glitter to the ground joining the larger splatters that cascade from his neck. His voice rips from the depths of his very being.

"I"

Smashing his head to the ground again his maw connects with the surface, sensitive nose barely cushioned by the suit taking the brunt of the impact but still sending teeth rattling in his skull

"CAN'T"

Another violent impact sent blood surging from his mouth painting the inside of the head as his teeth clamp down on the soft pink fleshy tongue

"BREATH"

White hot pain surged roughly through his body like liquid fire, the bunny falling broken from his face, no longer providing any safety as his forehead came into full contact of the slick wet floor. Agony tore through his crumbling body, the stench of blood, the thick haze of panic, this time when clarity was achieved it surrendered to the darkness swarming around him, stealing what little oxygen remained in his battered lungs and robbing him of consciousness. Wolfy fell limply into the messy pile of blood and ichor that surrounded his broken self, bunny costume stained a drying eerie red its head caved in like papier Mache, oozing from its small sockets fresh blood mixed with the drying brown concoction on the floor, bearing an eerie likeness to the pretty marble design adorning the counter tops of the establishments bar.

The music hadn't wavered, dancers hadn't stopped their joyous swaying and erotic gyrating, no one had noticed when wolfs body hit the floor, so when the sirens filled the room with chaos and light a stampede of panic-stricken hooves, scales, claws and paws trampled over the beautiful mess splayed beneath them, smearing the combining liquids and leaving deep gashes all over the broken body of their silent fellow.

xXx

Pov shift:

'Ugh, my head, why do I feel like I have been stuffed?' I lift my aching head from its uncomfortable drooped forward position, there's an unfamiliar hum buzzing through my head and I furrow my brows 'this doesn't feel like my room.' I inhale deeply only for my lungs to fill with a sharp lemon scented bleach, the stench stirs my stomach to life, and I have to grit my teeth to avoid losing its contents. 'This doesn't smell like my room either' having woken up from what feels like a very heavy sleep, the creeping sensation that something wrong floods through me. My eyelids feel glued together as I carefully prise them open, only to be greeted with harsh blinding light of the clinical fluorescent demon hanging on the ceiling. I reel away from the retinal attack that's sent a bolt of searing pain into my skull and attempt to lift a paw to rub the unwelcome ache away.

'Why can't I fuckin move' despite feeling groggy my eyes snap open as another chill of panic courses through me, finding where my arm should be hanging by my side, I instead find it swaddled in a course white fabric, wrapped in thick leather belts that's keeping my limb hugged tightly to my waist. Following my arm back to my chest I manoeuvre my head to glance down, but all the blood seems to rush to the front of my head causing a swirling dizziness to take hold and nausea to creep up my sore throat like a sharp cloud of acid. 'Right, I have to think, I'm stuck in a room... it's uh' I take a look around me once more, the blinding light no longer so threatening as my eyes adjust to its callous shine, ' a cell, I'm in a padded fucking cell, strapped in a fucking lunatic jacket, how in the hell did I get here?!' Wincing from the scalding pain echoing and bouncing through my body I force my protesting muscles to cooperate and try to stand. With bound arms it's a lot easier than it sounds, bracing against the plush wall behind me I lean my body weight against its pillowed exterior, every joint, tendon and muscle hum with electrified pain as I use every ounce of energy to lift my body from the sickeningly comfortable floor.

Wobbling and swaying from one paw to the other my stomach twists painfully inside me once more, the contents of ... yesterdays? ... breakfast spewing over the floor, a violent mixture of acidic yellow and Scarlet red, 'red?! Am I bleeding?! Ugh it smells putrid' With a head full of fog, I stare down at the mixture like it was a damn fascinating Picasso painting, every swirl, chunk, and discolouration being etched into my mind. The sound of approaching foot fall snaps me out of my grim stupor, tat tat tat tat the sound of claws bouncing off clinical flooring a beast of scales no doubt, or possibly feather, my ears twitch and fall back against my skull as the noise rings painfully through the silence and disorganised mess of my own thoughts. Metallic sound of keys joined the nearing entity. I follow their progress with my ears, when I hear them getting closer to my door, I move towards it too praying I could capture their attention. Walking as if for the first time I shamble forwards calling out to the beast in question, having not spoken for so long my voice comes out dry and cracked.

"Excuse me, hi, I think there's been a mistake I ... "I was cut off sharply as the heavy iron door swung open at full force, throwing a gust a wing hurtling at me as the dense object missed colliding with my being by mere inches. Shocked and taken off guard I lose my balance sending me plummeting back down onto the springy floor, despite its nature I still landed roughly the impact sending breath stealing bolts of pain to rush up my spine and pulls a yelp from my muzzle as my tail bends at an angle beneath me.

"Mr Adder, you have been admitted to the Scaline mental institute because you are believed to be a danger to yourself and to others. You were admitted last night after a psychotic episode with various wounds from ears to tail; fractured skull and jawbone, torn and gashed tongue, multiple self-inflicted lacerations to your throat, shoulders and chest and bodily trauma caused by other persons, we are told you were 'trampled' on. Mr Adder due to the extensive surgery performed on you last night and your lack of finances you have automatically been signed up for our experimental programme here at Scaline. This is non-negotiable. You have been provided a padded room and straight jacket to prevent any more self-inflicted damage. You are to have no contact with any outside parties. You will no longer be affected by your beastly rights, nor will you retain any of your beastly privileges. You will be under the care of Doctor 'Renvault', and you are considered the Doctor's possession. You will be treated as such. The institute is not responsible for any side effects you get from the experimental treatment you undergo, nor is it entitled to compensate for any injuries you may sustain. You will not be released from your contract until payment is fulfilled. That is all Mr Adder."

My head reels from the onslaught of information the gruff reptile had thrown at me, his large body looms over mine in a menacing authoritative manner. His look of disinterest pisses me off as the information starts to seep through the cloud weighing on my mind. He tucks away the clipboard he had read aloud from and doesn't even have the decency to look down at me, he turns to walk back out the door, but I scramble to stop him before he can, "Wait, what do you mean? I don't understand! Experimental programme... I was Trampled?!"

I force my body forward and back onto my legs, grunting deeply in pain as I did so, trying to desperately catch the muscled Croc before he left me even more confused than before, before I could reach out a paw to grab his uniform, he whirls back around to face me. Broad shoulders flex in annoyance and blot out the yellowish light pouring in from the exposed corridor behind, a huff of hot air billows down into my face emitting from the reptilian monster in front of me as he let out a dissatisfied grunt, clearly unamused at my gall to talk to him "Mr Adder I will not be providing you with any more information, please go and sleep, your course starts tomorrow morning" he draws out the sentence in a condescending manner, akin to that of disciplining a child.

"Can't you at least take off the ..." I had taken a step towards him and felt the air rush out of my beaten husk, as I fly through the room, shoulders colliding roughly with the cushioned wall, neck snapping back to crash my skull into its plumpness with a dull crunch, I slid ungracefully down until I was once again on the fucking floor, curling into my stomach where I had been struck and wheezing frantically to refill my lungs with oxygen. The Croc straightened himself out, patting down his security suit and letting out a satisfied grunt in my direction, the cocky prick, a lazy and sadistic smirk spread along his wide mouth before he caught himself and deadened his gaze "misbehaviour will not be tolerated Mr Adder, your actions have consequences." With that he whips back around and exits the room. I shuffle into a somewhat tolerable position, but my body still screams at me in pain, my thoughts where no quieter, buzzing like a swarm of terrified bees around my mind, unable to grasp onto a single coherent thought before another collided into it, ripping it out of my stream of consciousness. A soft hissing noise fills the room, my nose twitching as an unfamiliar and vulgar smell assaults it, breathing shallowly to avoid the wispy green mist creeping through the room. I feel my vision water, sloshing around my brain, Hehe water brain ... mushy eyeballs ... I smell greeeeeen. As consciousness was once again robbed from me the crocodile's harsh tone reverberated through my mind "your actions have consequences Mr Adder."

xXx

"For crying out loud, why do I always get the broken subjects" Information floods through my senses as I regain consciousness, an unfamiliar voice was here talking to, I assume another person, but they are not responding. Smells, so many smells all jumbled up in one room, there's the underlying tang of citrus and bleach, stronger than the last time I smelt it. They must have cleaned up the rancid looking vomit. Clinical, so many sharp acid smells it hurts, I expect to smell the beasts talking and murmuring in front of me but all I smell is acid, aside from the cool breath currently fanning me from above that smells like smoke. Disgusting.

I have been keeping my eyes shut hoping to eavesdrop on the voices seeping into the room but the clanking of chains above my head are drowning them out, a low reptilian hiss of frustration escapes the entity lumbering above me, he tugs viciously at the chains, they reply with a harsh clattering of metal, and I feel my paws the violently yanked above my head. I let out a surprised yelp and my eyes shoot open, locking onto my assailant, his yellow eyes lock back into my blue ones, and he flashes me that cruel sadistic grin from before, turning his attention back to the chains he gives them one more sharp yank before stepping back and silently exiting the room.

'Seriously what is that bitch Crocs problem' I'm sat on the floor, against the wall I was so lovely thrown against and gassed yesterday only this time I wasn't wearing the jacket, instead my wrists have been captured in binds and thrown callously into the air with chains. The blood rapidly drains from my paws and nerves dance along my arms as they go numb and fall limp in the shackles, I whine in protest giving the chains a rough pull from my disadvantageous position. They don't budge. I pull again but the bastards hold firm, I rattle them in frustration, aner spirals through me at the absurd situation I have been thrusted into, alone, scared and confused. They clatter furiously around my head punctuating my unspoken demeanour quite elegantly, I put every ounce of angry energy into making the chains as obnoxiously loud as I can, if nothing else then to gain the attention of someone who will answer my goddamn questions.

I hear shouting from outside the open cell door but can't make out the words regardless I continue with my onslaught of noise grinning to myself of having successfully pissed someone off, I persist rattling them even as the Crocodile comes storming back into the room, his long snout bearing sharp menacing teeth and his muscles ripple in rage. His long legs allow him to approach me swiftly; I watch his progress smugly tilting one side of my maw in the same cocky fashion he had shown me. CRUNCH! His robust boot collides with the side of my jaw, eliciting a howl of pain to rip through me, the blooming pain fractures through my head wracking every bone tendon and nerve, leaving me a gasping mess limply hanging my head waiting for the ringing to stop. He lifts his leg to strike again but is interrupted by a figure in the doorway.

"ENOUGH, no wonder they are always broken when I get them, look you've opened its stitching for fuck's sake. Get out of here you've done enough" Crocodile dun douche never breaks eye contact as he glares down at me, lowering his leg back to the floor and letting out another of his reptilian hisses of displeasure, a burst of victory rolls through me, brief but strong enough I let my tongue loll from my dislocated jaw. His hiss grows louder and muscles tense at the blatant disrespect plastered across my face, but he turns and follows the unidentified beast's command. Leaving me just a tiny bit victorious and a lot more broken.

Finally, the entity I had heard talking earlier has shown himself, he strides into the room with an air of self-importance, several bulging eyes glued to me taking in every speck of dirt, every fleck of colour, probably even every single fur follicle on my body. A shiver tumbles through my spine unnerved by the spider beast that crouches down to eye level, he's wearing a white lab coat and smells of a horribly acidic soap, it takes all my willpower not to gag from the burning odour, his name tag says Dr Renvault. Great. He uses two of his arms to brace against the unsteady floor, leaning so close I can see the two long additional teeth that cover his mouth, our history taught us that on feral spiders these where call fangs, somewhere venomous but they were commonly found on bigger spiders, like tarantulas, another shudder wracks my body, bile rising up my throat in discomfort. I try to inch away from the beast but two of his glossy eye's snap to my movements. He unfurls two more abnormally long arms that had been neatly tucked behind him and reached towards my face with spindly and disgustingly hairy hands, panic welled inside of me, and I try again the inch away, causing the chains above to rattle once again. Long bony fingers wrap around my detached jaw, two eyes locking onto my own, another two on my jaw and another two on my chest. I was so focused on the hands approaching my face I hadn't noticed the other two approaching my chest wielding a large menacing looking needle and thread, a desperate whimper escapes my throat and the doctors' eyes flash red for just a moment, annoyed I had interrupted his concentration. Swiftly and without warning he sharply grasps my lower jaw tighter in his deeply unsettling hand, I wince in pain but the beast too no notice this time, quickly lurching my jaw to the side white hot pain flashed through me again, toiling in my stomach, quickly followed by a sickening pop as my jaw locked back into its rightful place.

'Who was making that awful noise?!' My head rang with the penetrating sound of an agonised howl as the fleeting darkness subsided, I quickly realise I was the source of the ear-splitting noise drawing in a deep gasp to mute my cries but resulting in a spluttering fit of choking and stupidity. Dr Renvault had finished fixing what the Croc had broken and was standing with a clipboard in hand, scribbling hurriedly, his other gruesome arms back to being neatly tucked behind him, hidden from sight except for the visible producing elbows. Unfortunately, though his creepy eyes were still locked on me whilst also being locked on his clipboard. I summon what little energy I have and glare at the freakish man "what is goi ..." Once again, I was fucking cut off, the spider beast angrily threw up one of his unfurled arms and angrily hissed "No, you do not speak to me. You are test subject 372. You are nothing more than a living petri dish and I expect you to act as such. Speak to me again and you will suffer for it." Resentment boils inside of me coiling like a knot in my chest but I simply don't have the energy to argue right now and hold my tongue.

The Doctor is still scribbling once again when another figure shows up at the door, it is light in my room, the blinding hospital style light makes sure of that. But they're standing in such a way the light doesn't quite reach them, their figure is short and plumper in stature as opposed to the doctors and Crocs, the doctor turns around and extends a long arm to hand them the clipboard he had been scrawling over. "Take this to Lou for filling please Ms lady and bring me in test subjects 372's first test" the figure took the clipboard and nodded, when they turned, I caught a glimpse of black and red my stomach flipping once more when I saw their unnaturally large back open to allow thin iridescent wings to flutter out and carry her down the unseen hallway.

It wasn't long before she returned, wheeling a small hip height metallic box with her, she buzzes around me sticking these itchy attachments to my paws, neck, temple, tail and tongue. Fear dances through my veins at the uncertainty of what's going on, what am I rigged up to what the hell is this? Dr Renvault opened the top of the box and drew out what looked like a large industrial container, on one end there is a hose like tube with a mask mantled on the end, he picks it up and examines it before attempting to strap it to my face, I buckle and struggle underneath him thrashing my head side to side, the apparatus is suffocating and tight, he angers at my attempts to break free, using two of his hands he clamps them around my raw throat, pain shooting through the exposed wounds, windpipe straining to take the pressure he asserts and I gasp like a fish out of water. Unwilling to give up I thrash my legs in a panic, hoping to connect painfully with the hideous beast but to no avail, two more hands clamp aggressively on my legs pinning them to the soft ground. A deep growl rumbles through my chest in agitation and warning but the doctor bares his fangs in response. Despite my best efforts the mask was latched painfully tight to my head, crushing one of my ears agonisingly under the metallic like strap. Renvault throws the clipboard at the lady beast next to him instructing her to take notes, "Subject 372, Mr Wolfy Adder, will be undergoing our first physical test of energy collection. As per my theoretical theory filling the subject's body with enough electricity should allow to collect some of its soul"

'They're crazy! Soul collection? What in the actual fuck is going on' Before I could dwell on the information I had just heard, my fur began to crackle, the Dr was ramping up the machine that emitted a nasty high pitch whirring, sparks flew off the metallic object and I felt my skin crackle in melody with my fur under the adhesives applied earlier, breath growing short and shallow, the impeding fear took over. A scream tore through me as the electric fried every nerve in my body. Currents of liquified lava spiral through me, cooking me from the inside out, burning oh god I can smell my own flesh 'its melting, HELP! I'm Burning!' Everything feels unbearably hot but the sparking continues, another gut wrenching scream is pulled out of me as every muscle spasms painfully, already aching my jaw locks shut in a painful clench, cutting my scream off mid note, the muscles tighten slowly beyond my control 'Please please, it hurts of god it fucking hurts' desperately screaming inside myself, jaw tightens further teeth cracking under the pressure and splitting through the tender gum underneath, among the fire I feel the cool drip of blood ooze from my maw into my fur. 'Stop please I'm going to die, you're going to kill, it hurts it hurt it hurts' Breathing becomes impossible as my airway constrict, heart stopping and starting dying and living dying and living killed by the very thing that's keeping me alive, my body violently shakes as the spams grow worse, eyes losing vision blackening around the edges, a sickening smell of burning flesh and charring fur surrounding me.

Just as the darkness threatened to overtake me the doctor stopped the machine, I fell limply against the restraints, unable to even keep my eyes open, numb then pain then numb again, I can feel unconsciousness tugging at the edges of my mind but I fought it, if I succumb to it right now will I be able to wake up again, would it be so bad if I didn't' I hang unmoving as the lady bird removes the equipment from me, the plastic parts had melted and it stings as she rips them off. "Test was a failure and the results inconclusive another test will have to be conducted tomorrow" the doctor lazily describes his finding as I fade in and out of reality, still talking the doctor and his lady beast left the room, turning off the buzzing light as they go and plunging me into a soothing darkness. Slowly I lifted my head, opening my heavy eyes to look at the small window of light seeping in through the door, I mustered every fragment of energy I could, but the words trembled on my tongue, coming out soft and meek. I don't even think I heard them.

"Please. Let me die"