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What's going on? Guess I spaced out... Splicer came to in a running shower of hot water. He shook off the odd feeling of sleep he just had, just assuming he was still a little tired and had a momentary black out. He was in his own house, well one of the houses he kept for hiding in at least. He had a few spread out over the country to lay low in when thing got particularly heated, and after his last job, things were particularly hot. He figured a few days hiding in his hole would be fine though as he enjoyed the first hot shower in what must have been weeks. He closed his eyes when he heard the bathroom door open. Two pairs of feet were rushing him, he barely had time to react when he felt one of them placing a rag over his nose. He trained himself to resist most kinds of inhalants but as he squirmed and punched back his vision was rapidly fading.

Splicer came to in an empty basement this time, two furs were standing over him, his neck was chained to the wall by the collar he was wearing, trying to take it off to no avail he looked over at the otter and terrier staring at him.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Splicer tried to sound as scared as possible as he let his eyes dart back and forth, still looking for an out.

"Our employer sent us, heard you were snooping around our business and he wants to make and example of ya." Was the terrier's reply, as he approached the wolf. "What do you know?"

"I swear I don't know anything about you or your employers, I'm just an office working wolf, I swear, I must have just got really drunk at the bar last night and blacked out, that's all!"

Splicer felt the fist connect with his eye socket, his vision in his right eye was gone and his left was blurry. He instantly reached down and felt the definite shiner he got, and he couldn't understand why it felt good underneath the blistering pain of it all.

"Quit with the bullshit while you're ahead."

"OW! FUCK! Please I still don't kno-"

Couldn't finish before the foot hit his gut.

...

Splicer was bruised and battered as he lay on the floor, his captors took turns trying to make him yelp louder than the other could as they tried to get him to cough up information he honestly didn't know. But even still he was a professional, he never gave up sources no matter how tough the people beating him were.

"Damn resilient mutt, you think we're going to have to?" The terrier asked his partner.

"I think so..." The otter replied.

"Wait, wha do ya hafta?" Splicer's jaw was numb and his speech was sluggish, he spit out some blood towards his assailants and prepared himself for round two. It didn't come, instead the otter went upstairs and came down with a bucket of water, a bench, a towel and restraints. "No, wait, hey, let's... talk 'bout this..."

His please were left unanswered as his chain was unclipped from the wall, his token effort to escape was laughable as he just fell forward onto his face, the beating had left him lethargic at best. He was unceremoniously laid on top of the bench and ropes were put around his neck arms and legs.

"Please, I really dun... know anythin..." Splicer was honestly sobbing right now, he wished he knew something to stop this from happening, he always hated this part of the process. He started panting, a splash of ice-cold water hit his face clearing the haze in his head.

"Our employer won't be happy if we don't get anything from you..." The otter placed the towel over his face.

Deep breath, hold it, don't panic Splicer, you can survive this now. Splicer tried to reassure himself, it was helping a bit as he prepared for the eventual torture. A few drops hit the towel, right over his eyes. He flinched, his torturers laughed at each twitch of the wolf.

Don't panic He held his breath, the towel above his muzzle become damp with ice cold water dripping through.

Don't panic He held his breath, a paw pressed down on his ribs, forcing air out of his lungs.

Don't panic His lungs were empty and he took a breath, the effects were instantaneous. He heard the faint hissing of air fighting to pass through the damp fabric but no air hit his lungs, instead droplets of water started flowing into his maw and hitting his lungs, the next twenty seconds were an excruciating mixture of trying to cough the water out of him, and trying to force oxygen through the towel to no avail. The towel was pulled away and he took a few raspy breaths, the struggle already had turned his eyes bloodshot and the stress had his eye mark glowing bright blue.

"I WILL, FUCKING KILL YOU!" He made out before the towel went back into place.

"Still feisty eh? Well that's good, we can do this all day..." He didn't know who said it, his brain was too focused on the task at hand.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, don't panic, DON'T PANIC Splicer was losing himself to the agony in his body, as it began to twitch and convulse. He made it through five more rounds of the towel being taken off for the slightest hint of air before being put back under. The last time he couldn't stop coughing long enough to get air before the wet towel was placed over his face with a new splash of water.

Don't panic! PANIC! Splicer broke, he had gone beyond the point of crying and sobbing as his vision faded, the lack of air was honestly too much, he swore it was going to be all over in another five seconds if he didn't get air. He was just giving the slightest ragged breaths in and out as his body gave up, his mind followed. The towel was removed, Splicer's glassy eyes looked up at the terrier looking down at him. He felt like everything was fading away, he wasn't even sure if he was still alive or not, he became an outside observer to his own body.

"Holy shit... I think he's dissociated..." A paw snapped their fingers in front of his face, he didn't even blink.

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know... hey mutt? You still in there?" The terrier was inches from his face, Splicer was too far gone, his brain was just trying to process the pain in his lungs as his chest heaved up and down.

"Yeah I got an idea..." The otter was gone up the stairs, returning with a glass of clear liquid, taking a sip. "Hey, mutt I know you're in there, want some vodka?"

Splicer was so confused he let out a gargled noise trying to make out a what? He felt a few drops of vodka hit his tongue, burning it in a way that cut through the complete nothingness he was feeling.

"No, that's too far you wouldn't..."

"Shut up, if you're too much a pussy to do it get out of the way..."

Do what? Splicer felt his mind stir when the towel hit his face again and a new splash of water hit his face. He took another ragged breath in, used to the feeling.

THIS ISN'T WATER WHAT THE FUCK? Splicer's brain fired back to life as the strong burn of alcohol hit his lungs, making them burn worse than he thought imaginable. Splicer felt thing, thought, memories of past experiences returning to his mind, the names of his assailants came to him in the pain. It made the previous sensation he felt in his lungs as the scent of strong liquor in his nose forced him to full attention. His body convulsed and thrashed about until eventually he thrashed hard enough to knock the bench he was tied to on it's side, crashing to the ground, pinning his arm to the ground but knocking the towel off his muzzle. He was sobbing again.

"Fuck, please please please please please please..." Splicer got caught in a loop just begging please between each jagged breath he took, just thankful that the alcohol ladened towel was off his face. "Orwell, Vay, please call it off, scene over, please"

"How in the fuck?" Orwell was shocked, the wolf shouldn't have any idea what their names were, he swore to himself knowing this part of the movie would have to be cut out, he probably got enough footage anyways, and he honestly never expected Vay to do something so extreme. Orwell sighed, untying the wolf who got to their hands and knees and started retching up the vodka water mix that was poisoning their lungs, Orwell sighed, he expected the after effects to be unpleasant but watching the wolf hack up a mixture of liquor and blood on the floor he couldn't help but honestly feel sorry about it, this was the most extreme scenario he had acted out with any sub, and he partially only wanted to do it due to the curiosity he still felt towards the wolf's brain. The stress had to be how the wolf recovered his memories, he wanted to confirm it without a shadow of doubt and now he had the best proof he'd probably get.

"I... FUCK!" Splicer slammed his fist on the ground as he felt like he coughed up another lungful of fluid. He couldn't even process what was going on through the pain and he just wanted an answer for why this was happening to him. He collapsed back onto the ground, muzzle resting in the pool of his own spit and blood, he felt a paw caressing his back.

"I-I, good job, mutt" Orwell really didn't know what to say to the quivering wolf, it was all just too sad for him.

"I-I can't, I can't Orwell, I can't..."

Orwell couldn't say much else, he just kept petting the back of the wolf who curled his knees into the chest, still feeling the burning of his lungs, no matter how hard he coughed it wouldn't go away.

"Let's do one more scenario..."

"NO!"

"No, please, just trust me on this one, Splicer..."

Orwell brought out the headset, Splicer was still stunned that the terrier would refer to him as anything but mutt, He let it slide over his head, purple dot, retinal scan.

...

Splicer woke up, he was sitting at a well-set table, in a restaurant with dim lighting. The table was set for two. He didn't feel like his brain was altered though, he knew Orwell would be joining him soon enough.

"May I have this seat?" Orwell said, sitting down before he got a response from the wolf.

"No Vay?" Splicer asked a little curious about where the otter went off to.

"Yeah, I mean, I offered but he said he'd rather keep the memory of a sniveling mess in his head instead of you enjoying a nice meal."

"Fair enough, should have guessed from how he is... Why do you think I deserve a nice meal then, you two seem to love hurting me after all."

"Well, I mean when you were under I got all that liquid out of your lungs, I like your pain but I have to admit, that vodka was something else..."

"You have no idea..." Splicer sighed, he still wasn't sure how he felt, his lungs weren't spasming anymore but the heavy stinging inside was still deep inside. He wasn't even sure why he was being so friendly with the terrier, by all respects he should hate him, but somehow he still felt a sense of respect for him.

"You know, I might have some idea, I tried to take a breath from that towel, how the fuck did you manage to stay sane through all that?"

"A lot of hands-on experience I suppose...Look I gotta, wash my paws or something."

Splicer got up from the table and ran to the bathroom, he just needed to be alone for a minute to collect his thoughts. He ran into the single occupancy bathroom and began washing his face over and over again, a knock came at the door.

"Occupied!" Splicer called to the knocking, realizing he forgot to lock the door, he washed his face again. He heard a clicking behind him.

_Bloodlust..._This was similar to the bloodlust he felt from Joseph but even worse, his fur bristled, he didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. He rested his paws on the counter waiting for the next move.

"You lied Splicer, you said he was dead." The wire wrapped around Splicer's neck, and he let out a sigh.

Today's been too rough for this. He ran a thumb between the garotte wire and snapped it with a flick of his claw.

"The fuck? What did you do to yourself?" Jack started punching the wolf. A hit to the kidneys, it was like a stuffed animal's paw. A double overhand on the back of the skull, it felt like a pebble tapped him. He didn't even register the attacks, just looked at himself in the mirror and asked himself.

What have I become? Splicer didn't have an answer.

Jack gave up, instead spun the wolf by the shoulders to look into his dead eyes.

"Fuckin', talk to me man! Do you know how much money, how many favors I burned for this?"

"I didn't lie Jack..." Splicer sighed. "Blaine as we know him is gone, I know what you saw but you don't know what you saw on that rooftop."

"I saw him, he was right there, you said he was dead!"

"Jack, he is dead, at least as we know him."

"Wh-what are you talking about? Blaine would never..." Jack's blood went cold, he never heard the wolf speaking in such a dead tone before.

"Just please Jack, you have no idea what's going on here man, no fucking clue, keep it that way man, I'm begging you."

"Shut up! Tell me what happened."

"His memory is gone, I've been through it before, he's not coming back."

"YOU'RE FUCKING LYING!"

Splicer grabbed the beagle by the throat and lifted him straight off the ground and stared him deep in the eye.

"Jack. For your own good. Please, believe me I'm in over my head as is, you would not believe the last two weeks I've had, trust me when I say, Blaine's never going to be the way we knew him, hell! I'll never be the way you knew me anymore."

"What are you talking about?"

Splicer let his grip loosen, the beagle collapsed to the ground.

"Why now? Why today? Jack, I don't know what to say, I'm sorry..."

Splicer collapsed on the ground sitting against the sink. The two met eyes and Jack realized the truth of it all. Splicer felt the realization hit at the same time. They laughed, they laughed for who knows how long before the laughing died down to horrendous sobbing. Both of them felt tears streaming down their face as they mourned the loss of two good friends. Knowing none of the three were ever going to be the same, Splicer and Jack had to mourn double, knowing Blaine would never be able to mourn the realization himself so the two furs took it upon themselves to mourn for him. Jack put his paw on Splicer's shoulder as he smiled through his tears.

"I want to help you..."

"You can't Jack... It's better you forgot I existed."

"You know I can't do that Splicer..." Splicer knew he wasn't lying but he wished it could be possible.

"I can't get you involved in this man, you'll just end up like Blaine in the end..."

"But you said you went through it, could he?"

"NO!" Splicer cut the beagle off, he didn't want any sort of false hope to spark within the last old friend he had. He rested his head on the bathroom counter. "You have no idea what I've been doing the last year and a half man, no fuckin' clue"

"Wanna fill me in?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you... Besides, if I told you anything you'd just end up like him..." Splicer didn't even want to say his name, not wanting to dig up a fresh set of tears.

"You know I'll always be on your case now..."

"I know... Just, please stay safe, alright?"

Splicer stood up and unlocked the bathroom door and left, wiping the tears from his eyes, he left. Jack stayed sitting on the floor, still unable to keep his ragged breathing in check, he almost couldn't believe his Blaine was gone, he knew Splicer wasn't lying but he wouldn't give up on the fox. Splicer knew he'd never be the same. Jack knew he'd never be the same. Blaine himself knew he'd never be the same. Somehow despite it all, he knew he was always a pilot. As he flew his helicopter through the sky on his master's orders, the clouds formed into the face of a familiar beagle. The name was always on the tip of his tongue, but he knew he could never remember it. Despite the odd clouds, he loved seeing them, they filled his heart with a different joy than the joy of his master's orders. Sometimes he even saw the figure of a strange wolf, sad and pathetic in his eyes. But he loved him all the same. It was almost enough to bring a tear to the fox's eye, but products do cry, so he didn't.

Splicer sat down at the table across the terrier, with a fake smile, laced with false enthusiasm. Jack would never stop searching, Splicer would never stop struggling, and Blaine would never stop being a product.

"So what kind of place is this?" Splicer asked, trying to push his old friends from his mind.

"It's a steak joint, I figure since you ruined my last steaks if we ate out you couldn't fuck them up this time..."

"fair enough, I think I'd like mine well done!" Splicer was joking of course but it was enough to make Orwell wish he didn't take the wolf out. He noticed a beagle leave the same bathroom Splicer went in with the same tear-stained cheeks as the wolf, a mental note was put into his mind. That fur seemed suspicious,

"God, you're such a mutt Splicer..."

Splicer could only laugh.

"It's honestly weird hearing you call me that, sir"

Well I figure you've more than earned a promotion to being one of my film partners instead of a prop."

"That mean I get a cut?"

"Ha, maybe, depends on how much your ass makes online I suppose."

"Thank you..." Splicer was honestly touched, the two made their orders for steaks and drinks.

"Who's the beagle?" Orwell said, cutting right to the chase as he did the same to his steak.

"Oh he just stumbled in by accident not knowing I was in there, we had a good long laugh about that is all. Brought us both to tears!" Splicer mimicked a laugh but his blood was ice cold in that moment.

"That so?" Orwell dropped the topic, deciding to instead spend the rest of the night making small talk interspersed with mentions of other scenarios he had planned for potential future scenarios they could create. Splicer did his best to keep up with all the terrier's ideas, but he couldn't get his mind off jack.

...

Splicer was at the airport, Orwell personally drove him this time, he had sent his reports to Joseph but something was still scratching at the back of his mind, as he watched to wolf get on the plane he opened his contact list and texted the 'pink bastard'

Have you ever seen a weird beagle interacting with the mutt before? Just curious.

_ _

_ _ Almost instantly he saw the three dots indicating he was getting a response.