In a random trash bin in some alley...
....
W-Where am I?
I wiggle my arms around, trying to do something but failing to do so.
What the fuck is happening?
I flail around to see if there's anything I could make use of, to determine where the fuck I am. R-Right, my phone, I should call someone, most preferably 911.
I try to go for my phone, but realize it's not there. Where the hell is my phone and why are my hands s-
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!?"
That freaked me out, Why are my hands so small?!
I do a pat down on my body from top to bottom, only to realize I wasn't wearing anything except for a piece of cloth wrapped around me
Why the hell am I naked?! Did I turn into a baby? A goblin? Or am I dead?!
I ask myself as I try to lift my head and look at my body but to no avail.
These small baby hands are enough proof for now...
I have a lot of questions right now, but for now let's find a way to get out of here...
I try to grab the attention of random bypassers by screaming as loud as I can
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!"
1 minute..
2 minutes...
Finally after 3 minutes of screaming somebody finally went up to me.
"What kind of maniac would leave a baby in the trash?!" said my guardian angel
Baby... Guess that confirms it huh, I got hit by a truck and turned into a baby in a trash bin? Or am I in a different world of some sorts?
I ask myself all the questions I had earlier, that I didn't answer because I was panicking.
"Let get you to someplace better, ok?" she said while smiling.
Baby or not, I don't care if this is another world, all I care about is that I'm out of the damn trash, I tell myself
Finally! I'm out of that hellhole!
but...
Shouldn't you go to the police first? I ask myself
....
We arrive at a sketchy looking place, the lady takes me inside, going through what seemed to be some kind of advanced security system.
Ah fuck, I think to myself as I see the interior of the building we went to...
Dudes with hazmat suits
Small rooms with children behind what seemed to be a one way mirror
And a lot of people in lab coats carrying a bunch of syringes and medical equipment
Fuck, it's a lab isn't it? She's probably one of those mad scientists that take children and experiment on them.
Realizing what I've gotten myself into, I flail around to try to escape from her arms, but sadly my little baby arms aren't getting me nowhere...
Damn it, first I get hit by a truck (I think) next I'm suddenly in a trash bin as a baby, who is now about to face his impending doom?!
What the fuck am I supposed to do?!
Looks good
Now torture him
you have some....interesting tastes lol
There's nothing beautiful than a protagonist screaming from pain.
@Reader515 ...sure, I guess? When it comes to suffering I prefer the protagonists being in pain from gaining power or something similar. That or them being emotionally in pain. Not on Re-Zero level but yeah
@Reader515 there sure is, you just have to read it a few time to unft
Imma be honest with you. If it has story/ charactor development and serve’s a purpose. Im all for torture both in the book and out o- wait what