Unrequited Love

CW// Pet whump, dehumanization, human trafficking, amnesia, hot water burns, exhausted whumpee. Pretty mild one honestly. ^^

Ok i didn´t notice it before, but THIS is the corrected version. Idk what happened.  Also taglist? I didn´t tag y´all???

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During the party, Zarai had gotten the contact she needed to talk to Dune’s Ceo. Or at least the first of three people she needed to stablish contact to get to Gil Jefferson.

So while she was hopping around searching for the phone number of her client, asking for extensions and generally being absent, the whole team needed her approval to finish their jobs. So Albus was the one in charge now.

“Albus, can you check this out and tell me if its ok, please? Was a question he heard at least ten times a day now.

“Serra, talk to management on the next floor and tell them we need the results now” he would nod and fly downstairs.

“Serra I need your sign for this budget…” Zarai had given her authority to do that after Robert’s visit.

“Serra I need your sign for this budget…” Zarai had given her authority to do that after Robert’s visit.

Any problem the marketing and development team had was managed by the albino with a few wretched nerves and increasing eye bags. Then he would inform an overly tired Zarai that everything was in order. But there was always a small mistake she would notice and make him fix in shouting everyone on the office was too surprised to never have seen Albus cry from.

Despite the shouting making it all the way to other side of the office, he simply remained calm, waited for her to finish and then apologized before going to fix it. He just continued to work efficiently. Until there were no mistakes to get yelled at.

Sometimes, one of the new trainees would ask him if he was alright, but he would look at them with a funny look and change the subject. If he was to be honest, he had fully expected to be properly punished when they were alone, at home. He was so grateful he could hang his role as Albus Serra for a moment and allow himself to be only Al, the pet who didn’t hide his collar.

Robowhump 4

Sorry this is kinda late, but thanks for the prompts to @whumptopia ! They´re all very interesting and fun to explore!

TW// guns and gun wounds, implied abuse, implied noncon modifications, blood, escape attempt, recapture.

Exia was running so desperately, it didn´t avoid quick enough the trash pile and fell head first into the pavement. It pulled itself up and sprinted through the alley. Readjusting its own object avoidance protocols as it ran.

It had been an hour ago, when Ian and Creek were watching something on the other room when the lights went off. A blackout. Creek depotricated as Ian tried to search for a light.

Exia was still on its place, tied to the hook when the set of hands that had got it there, pressed on the speakers button.

Then, the headphones were off and the first thing it heard was “I´m sorry Exia” as Liam put away the gag. Exia pressed its lips together.

“Why are you helping me?” the machine asked before feeling the blindfold buckles being undone and finally recovering its sight. It could enter night seeing mode anytime. The neural cable had given it energy 24/7 during the week without interruptions.

But it simply didn´t wanna see Liam´s face.

Liam stayed quiet as it lifted Exia up holding it from its abdomen. Exia could free its hands from the hook and wasn´t glued to the floor anymore. So it kicked Liam´s chest and fell on the ground on its back with a dry thud. Exia grunted as it rolled “Liam…I don´t know what they did to you” it said lifting itself up by the elbows “But you´re not you right now” Exia said walking to the working table and urgently cutting the neural cable after freeing its wrists from the rope. It took a while because of how thick it was “you wouldn´t…” it put more strength into the scissors Ian had used to cut its uniform “You wouldn´t ever sell me to them” Exia´s voice broke for a second.

No response.

Exia tried to take off the plug but it had a second lock. The robot pulled tight, but it was useless. With a defeated sigh it turned around.

Against it´s initial desires it activated the night seeing mode. It´s eyes falling flat on Liam´s guilty face. Exia looked down and found Ian´s white coat laying on the chair.

Exia dressed itself with it and was adjusting the belt when it heard Creeks voice on the outside.

“We just wanted you to make sure it didn´t run away, Liam. What´s taking you so long?” Creek said, his steps growing closer and drilling on Exia´s circuits.

“Exia!” Liam called in a hushed yell, making it jump “Trust me one more time and open that tramp on the floor” Liam signaled a metal door next to Ian´s desk. “If you follow the yellow line it should get you outside” Liam explained as the steps grew closer. Exia stared at the door, waiting for the moment it would slam open. “Please! Go!” Liam cried.

“Why should I trust you?!” Exia screamed. Seeing Liam´s face scrunch in pain. It opened its mouth various times before it closed it´s eyes shut and pulled something out of it´s neural cable dock.

“E…-ia! d0n´t… Fo1l0w… Y3L10W!” Liam forced out, fans whirring as it talked. . Engines overheating from the system´s errors and dissobedience protocols trying to stabilize. Exia took a step closer to the tramp. Recognizing its friend below the corrupted program “RED! GO RED!” Liam howled right before Creek left out a deep sigh.

“Goddamnit, Liam!” Creek yelled as he slammed the door open.

It was too late though. Exia had already gone down the trap on the floor.

Creek lightened Liam´s face. As it trembled with light blue liquid going down its eyes and nose. The boy stared from above and kicked it. “It´s supposed to be a hunting game, Liam” he said lifting its head and turning the lights on. Making it stare right into his eyes “Lucky for you, Ian loves a challenge” he grinned before stroking gently the dock on its nape “Now, let´s get into some repairs shall we?”

Mareland 2

Part 2.5 I wrote for myself because part two was sadly, lost to the marvelous job staff does with their mobile app. It´s not the exact same and it feels different, but that´s what happens when you don´t use the right tools to write.  Anyways, hope you like it too!

TW:// Slavery, implied abuse, acid burns, stockholm syndrome, non-con touching, vomiting and body modifications.

Salarien opened the door to a guest who came out of the fog. An smile on his face as he made the usual conversation before walking them to the entrance.

“Was it fun? I´m glad you enjoyed it! We will be thrilled to have you around again soon”

The client told the boy they wouldn´t be coming again because they would move out next week. The experience they would visit so much was standing still only because that client came so regularly. Now that they would be gone, it was doomed. Unpopular experiences got replaced. Salarien comically put a sad face that made them laugh.

“Thanks for your patronage!” Salarien waved them goodbye turning back to the office as a smile wore down. It was closing time. He opened the door to his master sitting on the chair reading a book. The mage saw the boy drop to his knees and laughed.

“Stand up, Salarien” they said closing the book and pushing themselves up “we have a lot of things to do” the boy took the black cape of his master and put it on thier shoulders “Thank you, let´s go”

The boy followed his master through the halls of doors with wildly elaborate frames. Knocking on one with a smile on their face “Some clients are fascinated by you guys, keep it up!” they said before resume walking. Salarien wondered if they could hear them at all.

The mage suddenly stopped with a hand on their chin, staring at a door. “Salarien, is this experience popular?” they asked him to the boy rushing to stand next to them. Salarien took a look at the wood door with “keep out” signs over it.

Not really. A few people would come from time to time. It wasn´t often, but the clients that came, told him it was a quite hooking story.

Mareland

I´ve had the idea of simulation theaters for SUCH a LONG time, I needed to take it out of my system.  Mare Land is a shop or “theater” that allows you to live to every single adventure you would desire. A bit like SAO but without, ya know, the part of getting stuck there.  Hope you like it~ TW:// captivity, forced labor, mental manipulation and implied abuse, creepy whumper

“Glad to see you back” a boy with white hair greets you. He’s wearing a black, spotless dress-coat. Eyes clean you from toes to head with a sincere smile. “Excuse my rudeness, I’ve thought of you as one of our regulars” A gloved hand goes to his chest and the boy bends in reverence “It’ll be my pleasure to show you what’s on stock in this humble store of experiences” the boy bent up, white hair tied up into a half ponytail following the flow “now, shall we?”

The boy doesn’t wait for you and begins walking through the large corridor with neon lights that read “Mare land” on vibrant purple.

“My name’s Salarien” the boy announces glancing back at you for a second “I shall be the one to show you Mare Land’s attractions tonight” his eyes are like honey, but under so many neon lights they seem to radiate a dangerous red glow. “Mare Land was born for the purpose of enriching the guest´s life through simulated experiences. Providing them with singular emotions that would otherwise be never lived” The plain hallway, starts to get more and more doors. Each with a different frame and lock “Mare Land bases on the user´s experience tastes. Our gallery of experience rooms with their unique story telling is the broadest of them all, if I dare say so myself. We have more than 300 of them!” The boy promptly opens one of the doors and stretches his arm for you to see what´s inside. “I´m sure one of them most be of your fancy”

A room with a beautiful view of the sea from what seem to be jungle cliffs fills your vision. You can hear some birds and can not tell where the sky merges with the see. You feel an ache to run in the sand.

“Quite the view, right?” he asks before closing the door. He puts his fingertips together and walks to another frame. “If the guest wishes for a more silent scenario…” he opens the door to a desolated place. Looks like a warehouse with an improvised surgical table. Unused. As the subject is still on a box on the other side. Muzzled and tied. They glare at you with rage and a slight hint of fear before the door closes. “Every room comes with it´s unique habitants and world rules. Which should accomodate to your tastes and needs” the boy explains as he keeps walking. Signaling you to a door that says “in progress”.

As all the other doors, this one has a small window on the front. It´s foggy, but you can see a man with chains on his hand. You don´t get to see what´s tied to them, as Salarien begins to talk again. “No need to worry about privacy. We take those matters seriously and keep a close eye into keeping everything confidencial” You turn your head back as he talks, but he goes too fast to stare too long “And no worry about touching things that have been used over and over. As the memories are reset after the experience ends, everyone gets to feel a fresh start!” he says with a delighted tone.

You reach what could be called the office. With a singular door frame of white embedments and fine gold broidery. As he enters the door and you get in, you notice it´s but a simple office with a big metal door on the back. With no windows. A big lock restraining the entrance. There´s a black desk with two chairs of the same color. “Please, have a seat” Salarien sits behind the desk and takes out some papers as you sit down. “Now, then. What kind of experience would you like to have? We can arrange the room of your dreams. With you as the protagonist, the villain or the caring sidekick” He smiles reassuringly noticing a bit of tension on your shoulders “There´s always a way to get out of the experience and change if the guest so desires. A simple word or a simple gesture. The habitants can not leave their experiences, so there´s nothing to fear. Mare Land guarantees the safety and enjoyment of the guest to the maximum” he gestures with his hands as he talks.

You ask for their prices and an expression beyond delighted adorns Salarien´s face as he hands you a list. The cheaper ones are the protagonist experiences. “It´s not usual for guests to choose that road” he explains pouring tea on a cup he hands you. “Villains roads are lot more fun!” so the price is higher than the other two.

He walks you through some paperwork about confidentiality and payment after you decide to go for the sidekick road. He´s nothing but happy to see you sign them and simply walks you to your door.

“Please remember, the word´s Tollens. Once the word is said twice, you will be out immediately. Our staff will be more than delighted to show you the way out, once it´s done. For now…” he interrupts himself to open a door with a worn out metal cover “may your experience be delightful!” he says before you enter and hear a click on your back. The world, foggy until now, becoming clearer.