Night. Day. All irrelevant. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but I’m going to guess it’s been at least a day. I awoke hooked up to a machine with many different needles in my arms. Wondering what had happened, I tried to lift my arm.
I’ve been restrained! With belts (hot)!
Staring up at the wall of my gym, many things went through my head. Were my minions okay? Was I dead? More importantly, was I alive!? I seriously do not know. The walls have been waving all day, and I’m starting to see images of Team Rocket members in the walls. They’re telling me I’ve pissed off Giovanni. I said that I was Giovanni and got punched hard in the stomach. I yelled that it felt good, it felt fantastic!
They burned me with some cigarettes and I screamed. I really wished that they would spit on me and call me a bitch. That‘s an odd thought… It’s the drugs.. Definitely the drugs. Anyways, I was being brutally beaten.
The Team Rocket Grunts injected more drugs into me, and I felt my head rush as my head went wavy in a hurry. My drool was dripping off my mouth (luckily from what I can tell none got on my jacket, so we’re all good there) and on to the floor as I flopped on the table like a fish.
From what I was seeing, I was being injected with liquefied Parasects mixed with Carbos. That or a pink Phanphy. Being unlatched from the table, my chest heaved as I started to seize. The Team Rocket member screamed at me to stop moving and punched me in my mouth.
Everything went black after that.
I awoke several hours later at sundown, on the couch I had used to watch my minions. Although, none of my usual company was there. My sleeves were rolled up and my jacket lay in a heap off to the corner, my hat hung from the wall over it. Seeing as how the tie I had been given was loosened, I looked to see all the needle marks in my arms. What happened!?
My arm had the word “UNCLEAN” plastered all over it in red marker (at least I hope that’s marker and not my blood…) My minions had been replaced with an army of Team Rocket members and the lights all focused to a message a top the door.
“Sleep. While you can, for you’ll be dead tomorrow…”
What did I do!?
Cyan Gitors (Dictated but not read)
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