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“I’m not hearing you say you don’t,” Absurdo says.
“That doesn’t matter. You two are my family. We need to do the ceremony. I…” I blink away the tears forming in my eyes. Stupid feelings. “I don’t have time to look for a new family.”
“Angelina, we love you, too. You’ll always be our number one girl,” Blabbo says, pulling me onto his lap. “I’m sorry. I got caught up in the moment. We’ll do the ceremony tomorrow. After tonight, I am confident Rebecca will be agreeable. We’ve been here for weeks now without any sign of the doctor. The ceremony is just an extra layer of protection.Probably unnecessary at this point. Just me being overcautious. I’ve been known to do that from time to time.” I lean my forehead against his shoulder, and he kisses the top of my head.
“Let’s all get some rest. We can discuss this more in the morning. Right now, there’s a gorgeous woman all alone in our bed, and I need to fix that,” Absurdo says, standing and walking to the bedroom. We follow him, all crawling into the big bed together. They’re right. Things will probably be fine.
“Shit! I’m gonna be late!” Rebecca yells, waking us all up. The power went out at some point in the night, and without any remaining phone charge, her alarm didn’t go off this morning. We hardly have a chance for a hurried goodbye as she frantically throws on clothes and runs out the door, having to take the spiral stairs the whole waydown with the elevator being nonfunctional. Thankfully, we all cleaned up last night, so at least she’s not showing up to work lateandsmelling like day-old-sex.
“Weird that the power’s out,” Absurdo says, yawning, rolling to face us. He’s not wrong. There wasn’t any storm, and Encephalon’s work on this place was flawless, no problems with the power before. Looking out the window, it seems like the power is out in all of Ghostlight Falls. Must be something big. Trying not to worry about it too much and with nothing else immediately pressing, we decide to sleep in. Encephalon can take a look at the power some other time. If the ceremony is tonight, we’ll need all the energy we can get.
I am jolted awake by a net pinning me to the bed, Rufus grinning like an idiot. Panicking, I reach out for Absurdo and Blabbo. I don’t know whether I’m happy they’re here with me or upset they’re also trapped. At least Rebecca is some place safe, away from here.
Doctor Sinister strolls into the room with that ugly, self-satisfied grin. I growl, wanting to rip that look right off his face. Absurdo pulls me in close to his chest. “Where’s Encephalon?” Doctor Sinister asks. “I know he helped you escape. No one else could set up a security system like that. Ended up having to cut power to the whole town.” I frantically look around for my mouse friends, but they're nowhere in sight. We asked them to come home late last night. Maybe they wound up sleeping elsewhere? “No one wants to talk?” He looks at Blabbo. “Typical. I want you to blab, and you say nothing. Tssssk Tssssk. How disappointing.” He picks a piece of invisible lint off his lab coat. “Well, I guess we can note that all your training was effective, at least. Rufus, grab them and take them back to the lab. I hope you enjoyed your little vacation, but it is time to come home, children.” He walks out as Rufus closes in.
Chapter eight
Brain Meets Brawn
Absurdo
They split us up as soon as we're brought back to the lab, throwing us in temporary holding cages instead of our usual cell. Not knowing if Angelina and Blabbo are okay is going to break me faster than any “testing” the lab could subject me to. There’s no way this place is actually affiliated with any official scientific study. I pace back and forth in my cage, wishing I could at least see them. Hear them. Something.
We were so close with Rebecca, but once again my impulsivity got thebest of me. If I could only have controlled myself, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess, but I just had to have her. Had to toy with Blabbo. Winding him up to see him lose control like that undoes me. I can’t help but push his buttons.
My anxiety rises as I realize the possibility of losing Blabbo. The thought of not being able to see him again. Touch him again. Get him to do that angry face he makes when I come up with a ridiculous idea that he’s going to support, even though he doesn’t want to. I can’t handle this.
Fuck it.
We’ve intentionally been holding back in testing, never letting the doctor know our true potential. Better he underestimate us. If not for this, then for what?
Gripping the bars of my cage, I begin to pull. They flex ever so slightly, but not enough. I keep trying, the bend in the bars increasing more and more each time. I’m exhausted, but finally able to get them far enough apart to squeeze through. That took way too long, and the cage is obviouslydamaged beyond repair. If they catch me now, they will put me in a much stronger box next time. This is not a well-thought-out plan, but I’m not Blabbo. Maybe I can’t bend their bars, but the keys to their cages must be somewhere. I’ll figure this out.
Moving quietly, I slip out of my room and down the hallway. Before we escaped, Encephalon was able to disable most of their security system with a computer virus, so I am hoping that it’s still down. Given that no guards are chasing after me yet, it seems like a good sign. I peek through the windows of each door until I find the room where they’re keeping Blabbo. I quietly let myself through the door.
He raises his head wearily, but once he sees it's me, he stands up with a start. The second the door closes behind me, he whisper-yells, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Good to see you, too.” We examine each other. He doesn’t seem any worse for wear. “I’m not staying here. We’re getting out, andI’m making sure they can’t take us back this time, or…” I trail off, not listing the other option. I’m not going back in a cage.
He nods, gripping the bars of his cage and pulling. I might look like the stronger of the two of us, but watching him bend the metal with comparative ease, it’s definitely him. And it’s fucking hot. I’m bouncing on my toes, watching him and checking over my shoulder to look for anyone in the outside hall. It’s still quiet. Once he steps outside of his cage, I all but tackle him, wrapping my arms around him.
“I was planning on coming for you. I was finalizing my plan,” he says into my fur.
“I got tired of waiting. You had some time, though. You got anything?”
He shrugs. “Something. It’s not great.” Better than nothing.
He’s right. It’s not great. The only way his plan works is for us to split up. I don’t like it, but I understand. I pull him in for a kiss before opening the door. If this is the lasttime I see him, I want some kind of positive memory.
“This isn’t goodbye, Absurdo,” he says. I nod, not really believing him. There are so many ways this could end wrong. We both know that. He grabs my neck. “I mean it. This is not goodbye. We will see each other soon.” He kisses my forehead. I can’t look at him, knowing this could be it. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
Slamming me against the door, he wraps his hand around both of our cocks. “Then trust me when I say this isn’t it for us.”
“Blab,” I moan. His thumb smears our mingled pre-cum around as he uses more force than usual to bring us closer.
“This. Isn’t. It.” He strokes us with each word. “I’m not giving up on us, so you don’t either.” He rests his head down on my shoulder as he watches his hand move.
