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Fundy finds himself held hostage for being a part of Las Nevadas for the third day in a row
He doesn’t know who exactly it is, but he can hear them planning how to torture him next door to the room. Which is honestly not much more than a cleared out storage closet.
Honestly it was about time they did something. Fundy’s been in here for two days and not a single thing has happened. They haven’t interrogated him. Haven’t brought in any weapons. Haven’t even come in to drop off food. But Fundy’s dealt with worse, he can handle a little silence as long as he has a means to fill it, and they haven’t bound his mouth. Yet.
The only difference now is the slight throbbing coming from his lower abdomen. Nothing too terrible, but uncomfortable enough to be noticeable.
“Well this sucks. I wonder how long it’ll be until someone even notices I’m gone heh. No, I’m sure at least Quackity has got to notice me missing. He cares about - well not me but what I can provide for the country. Not like its his fault I’m stuck here to begin with.” Fundy takes this time to try and sleep knowing his captors could reappear at any time with much more force.
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Fundy is woken up by his own body rebelling against him. The throbbing from earlier has built to an agonizing stabbing in his gut. He attempts to curl on the floor to ease his pain but the moment he turns to readjust it doubles in force. The pain is so fierce that Fundy assumes his captors have begin torturing him while he slept. You’d think after this long i’d be expecting it. That’s when a thought manages to surface. Shit, I’ve been here for three days now without taking my pill. I’m having a period!
Now Fundy may have been born a girl, but since he realized who he was meant to be his dad made sure to give him the right pills to stem periods. He has never experienced one, until now. He’d heard from Niki once about how painful they can be, but Fundy never realized exactly what that meant until he couldn’t move.
Tears fill his eyes as he cries for help; cries for the person that was always there for him. Fundy wants his dad, but his cries are met with silence as they bounce between the walls of his makeshift prison. There he stayed stuck grabbing himself on the floor of a storage closet with no hope for help to come.
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When Fundy is next aware, he hears the sounds of fighting approach as the door is violently thrown open. He lets out a whimper as the newcomer scoops him into their arms. The familiar scent of blood and gunpowder greets his nose. One that he has learned to associate with his father.
“It’s okay Funds. I’ve got you. I’ve got you my little champion.”
Fundy lets himself relax against his arms, safe in the knowledge that his dad will take care of him.