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Captivity Meme



You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Rules
1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.
2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.
3. ???
4. Profit!

Scenarios
1. For their own good. Either captive isn't aware of what they are doing has drastic consequences or applied knowledge is in favor of the captor. They are doing this to prevent the person from doing damage.

2. For the good of society. The captive is a not just a threat to themselves, but must be stopped. The captor must do this for the betterment of all.

3. Because they're not well. A possible doctor/ patient feel. The captive is unwell, mentally or physically. It could be a quarantine of some sort. Does the captor take pity? Do they know how to care for the ill?

4. For the money. Captor for higher. The captive is wanted for some reason. The captor may care, they may not. But it isn't personal. They're just getting paid.

5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy. A specimen of sorts. Or a pet. The captor is proud of collecting the captive.

7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're your property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz. A prank, payback? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.

Note: These prompts can be both gen or sexual in natural. Please respect the preferences of others. This is also a content warning for possible dub or non-con.

Comments

it's mad sciencing somewhere else

[ribticklers]

[So, this is weird. Sans probably shouldn't think that every time he's looking through from the outside of the bars, but it's popped into his mind without fail every time so far. Sans knows this new skeleton--Papyrus--was made like him, but with more attention toward strength, constitution, endurance--well, everything that meant "not a failure with 1HP who would probably shatter against the barrier like a porcelain doll". Sans is probably lucky he's still useful to have around the lab, but whenever he has to deal with the other guy...

It's weird. He tries very deliberately not to dig into that weirdness. It's probably just because Papyrus is the only person besides Dr. Gaster Sans has ever met. It's fine.]

Hey, you up? I've got breakfast.

what do you think, tv to help socialize & educate, or limited input for fewer variables?

[spaghettimonster]

[With regards to limited socialization, Papyrus is in a similar boat with regards to limited socialization, if not worse. Nearly all of his conversations largely consist of responding to instructions or answering questions about his status. Maybe he's had some entertainment depicting more casual interactions, likely some documentaries and so forth, but his actual practiced conversations are all been a little bit stilted towards precision.]

I'm... sitting on the floor.

[Is sitting on the floor down, as the floor is down? But it's higher up than laying on the floor, his head and torso are relatively up. But not as up as someone in the hallway... Wait, does the question imply an if-then, he needs to be up to receive breakfast?

Papyrus stiffens and offers:] But I can get up!

maybe Approved Educational Television?

[ribticklers]

No, I mean--you can sit or stand or whatever. I was just askin' if you were awake. [...] Which you are, so. Breakfast.

[Sans is just going to give him the food now. Sans doesn't actually have a term for this food outside of "breakfast food", but it's oatmeal.]

Everybody's favorite genre

[spaghettimonster]

Oh. [Since when is up synonymous with awake? Does that make down synonymous with asleep? Some of the controls he's seen do go that way, come to think of it.]

Like light switches... [He's accidentally thinking aloud, distracting and wasting people's time.] I mean. Thank you!

[He rushes to accept the bowl, before the lab assistant is left holding it for too long waiting on him. It's important not to make them wait. And to say please and thank you - outside of serious battle situations, where there's no time for niceties.

And he does like the breakfast food.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans actually does stop to think about the light switches thing, though. It's not something he's considered before, but--] Huh, you're right. [Up is on and down is off, and they're on when you're awake and you turn them off when you leave, or to go to sleep.] Oh, uh, no pro--I mean, you're welcome. [Sans doesn't want to spend all his time explaining the differences in phrases.]

...How often do you sleep, anyway? [Since he's thinking about it now. It's less than Sans sleeps, he's sure of that. If Sans had his way, he'd be asleep right now, actually.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Like the statement hit a light switch, Papyrus brightens at the validation, standing straighter and hugging the bowl to his chest. He doesn't even blink at the avoided comment. It dims a little with the question, but not all the way, and he thinks it over with the same seriousness as nearly everything.]

Ummm... variably. Mostly after training, or exercise, or... stamina experiments.

[Basically, when he's deeply physically and/or magically worn out. Those aren't consistently scheduled, depending more on Gaster's schedule and responsibilities outside this lab... rather than anything to do with the lighting conditions or time of day.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans doesn't know between the two of them which is the weird one when it comes to their sleep schedules.] Guess that's why I basically never see you asleep. I sleep more'n once a day, if I can get away with it. [Gaster doesn't really like when Sans sleeps on the job, but sometimes Sans can sneak a nap or two in. But speaking of slacking off on the job, Sans is kind of doing that right now, oops. He grabs very belatedly for a clipboard.]

Right, so that answers the how you're sleeping question... [Yup, totally intentional and not just Sans wanting to talk to someone who isn't Gaster.] You feelin' okay in general? No weird pain or anything?

[spaghettimonster]

[Oh, he hadn't realized this was time for a proper status update. He shifts his balance to be better for standing a while, then slowly nods.]

No... weird pain. I'm feeling 'oh kay'. [Papyrus frowns, for a few reasons. Is he supposed to be feeling a weird pain somewhere...? And the breakfast food will get cold, if this is a lengthy interview.

...Well, the breakfast food is still food when it's cold, even if it's more challenging to eat. The challenge of it can even be entertaining, how to pry all of the pieces away from the container without accidentally flinging any of it. A few months ago, when he was still figuring out basic things like that, he'd pushed too hard and not only did a glob go flying between the bars, but the spoon had gone with it...! Nobody had been happy that day.]

[ribticklers]

Cool. [Sans scribbles down the bare minimum, pauses, and then writes something a little bit longer than that. He keeps talking even while he writes.] You definitely want to eat that food, 'cause it's endurance stuff today.

[Gaster never told Sans what was going to happen before it happened, but he never told Sans not to tell Papyrus. Anyway, Papyrus is probably getting all these endurance tests to make sure he was better about that than Sans, so it's his fault a little bit.]

[spaghettimonster]

[Between that clipboard and writing, and the default contribution of his existence, science is definitely happening here. Papyrus is convinced of it, anyway, and further convinced by the warning.]

That's... That's good. [It's not easy work, but it's a more straightforward kind of difficulty than some things. He remembers a random idiom Gaster's used before, and perks up to offer:] I'm 'up to the task!'

[Literally, since he's still standing.]

[ribticklers]

Great. I was never up to those ones. [Does Papyrus know Sans used to be in his position? Well, that's another thing Gaster didn't tell him not to mention, so it's fine. Sans writes some more things down and then drops the clipboard back where it was before.] But you pretty much never run out of energy.

[Okay, Gaster can make anyone run out of energy, but in general.]

not sure Papyrus is thinking all this in these words, but y'know, meme

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus, having snuck in a bite of food between answer sections of the interview, nods to buy a little time to make the food disappear.]

I'm not supposed to. 'Papyrus is an improvement over the last subject, baseline of'... oh.

[Some of the comments Gaster's made since Papyrus first woke up, to him and to machines and just absently talking to himself, come back to mind. There was another subject before him, who didn't measure up. But, the subjects aren't mere weapons like blasters, appearing and disappearing as needed... they're meant to be monsters, and more powerful. The experiment is for the good of all monsterkind, Gaster has told him, reiterated between difficult sessions and before putting on educational entertainment depicting other people. So... of course the previous subject must still be around.]

That's... you?

[ribticklers]

Yeah. Ta-da. [Sans gives some perfunctory jazz hands.] Lucky for me it's easy to write stuff down and type stuff into a computer, right?

[Look at what you did, Gaster. You fucked up a perfectly good monster, is what you did. Look at it. It's got anxiety self-esteem issues.]

[spaghettimonster]

Right...? [Papyrus echoes, uncertainly. His mind is whirling, what with the revelation of just who the lab assistant is. And the question doesn't make sense. He hasn't found writing and typing to be particularly easy, in the cognitive assessments Gaster has put him to... Is that an area he's lacking, after all?

Well. He's supposed to eat the breakfast food, and prepare for the tests today. He takes another bite, not realizing how the lack of response implies a negative answer.]

[ribticklers]

[Sans notices that uncertainty. He's always been pretty good at noticing things, so maybe that's another way he made himself useful enough to keep around. He should probably ask more about that... But if he grabs the clipboard again Papyrus might take it as a bad thing, and Sans doesn't really want to upset him.] What d'you think about doin' that kind of thing?

[spaghettimonster]

[The lack of clipboard changes the tone of the question again - this is an unofficial question, at least right now. But it might get noted for a follow-up conversation later, if there's a Right or Wrong answer and his answer isn't one they're looking for. Papyrus busies himself with prying the breakfast food loose from the sides of the bowl as an excuse to look away.]

Doing it... a lot? Umm. I'd be happy to help. Of course! But... [He doesn't want to admit that it's a little challenging, because if that's what people who fail out have to do to help instead... What would he be good for anymore? And yet, he certainly doesn't want to say it would be a sign of failure, not to somebody who's still contributing that way.] But, I'm used to endurance tests! And good at them. So, as long as I can push forward...

[ribticklers]

You're definitely good at the endurance tests. [Which is ultimately more important; if you could read and write your way through the barrier, Sans wouldn't have failed out.] I keep sayin' we should start givin' out stickers for that, but the Doc isn't interested. [The real miracle is that Gaster puts up with Sans's jokes. (Wait, does Papyrus even know what a sticker is?)]

[spaghettimonster]

[Papyrus pauses in his food-scraping to squint at Sans with a fresh round of confusion.] Stickers...? Why would. He give stickers for that.

[He's vaguely aware of the concept of stickers. Thin adhesive surface to apply to other objects. There's stickers for labels on some of the containers around the area. But the star-shaped ones as positive encouragement? Not something he's encountered, in life or educational materials yet.]

[ribticklers]

Saw it on TV once. [The real benefit in being the prototype is that Sans has had more time to watch more television.] There's these stickers that say stuff like "good job" and "excellent" and stuff, or just stars, and you give 'em to people when they're doin' good.

[spaghettimonster]

Labels of... compliments. [That is not even a little bit like OSHA-compliant labeling, or whatever the monster parallel might be, so it's altogether a new concept.

Papyrus rolls the idea idea around slowly, so caught up in the question that he forgets to focus on the unofficial interview. Who are these stickers meant to convey the compliments to? The viewer, or the recipient?] Communicating praise... without saying it...?

[ribticklers]

Yeah, you could call it that. Then whoever gets the stickers gets to keep 'em, for doin' a good job. [They're very small things, but the concept of keeping something, even stickers, is kind of exciting to Sans. Imagine, having your own things. Sans may not be in a cell, but he does still live in the lab. But maybe his bed is his? Kind of...] If I'd been gettin' stickers, I'd definitely have done more'n two laps in the PACER test. [That's probably a comical exaggeration of how badly he did with that. Probably...]