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TW: Syringe usage, Manipulation, Slight Physical Violence (shown and implied), if you have any phobias of syringes or have issue with the content ahead, please leave for your own discretion. 

Michael was dissociating again, he couldn't rest, even when his father was at work, he couldn't rest. 

He knew his father would be home any minute now, and when he was, the experiments would start all over again, he writhed in the leather straps that held his body still in his bed, assuring him he wouldn't leave his makeshift bedroom.

He dug his nails into his hair and scalp slightly roughly, trying to make the migraine and weariness go away. 

He heard the front door slam open upstairs, he knew his father was home..."Michael," his father called out to him, with a warm cadence in his voice.

He stepped down the stairs toward Michael's basement bedroom enclosure, he smiled at his son, who was stuck exactly where he wanted him to stay. 

"Father, why is this neccessary? Please, can't I sleep longer just once? My body hurts and aches all over...Please, no more," Michael begged, sobbing in his bindings, he wanted the experiments to end so badly, he wanted the aches and agony to end.

"Now Michael, we've been doing this for a while, do you want to stop now? When we're so close to tasting greatness?" His father said, hugging Michael around the shoulders, the sleeves of his wooly purple sweater that he only wore at home brushed against Michael's cheek.

"Dad please! I feel like I'm dying, just let me sleep," Michael whined, his father grabbed his wrist and held it tight, squeezing it to get him to shape up.

Michael yowled in pain, "We're so close Michael, so close, we can't end this now, we can't...I know what can help you stay awake longer," His father stepped away and began to rummage in Michael's dresser, until he pulled out two things.

Michael caught the glint of the first thing, it was a syringe, and some kind of container filled with a liquid, his father unscrewed the cap of the container and filled the syringe with it.

He came back over to Michael and leaned over him, "Okay, Michael, this is going to keep you awake for much longer tonight, this is going to hurt a bit, so try not to squirm...I am going to give you three shots of this, since it's not very strong in one dose,"

Michael cried softly, but his father kept speaking through his pain "this is going to go in your neck, there are a lot of veins there, so if you move, you'll be very sorry you did," 

Michael struggled furiously in the leather straps, trying to escape his fate, his bloodshot eyes darted around fearfully, he tossed about fitfully, in a dazed and confused rage. 

His father realized something, "Oh, I almost forgot the gloves, we do want to be sanitary after all...Stay here Michael, I'll be right back," his father cooed, going back up the steps.

Michael struggled and tried to yank his upper arms free from the straps, his entire body was strapped down and he couldn't move much. He wanted to tear at the leather and dig his teeth into them.

He heard his father whistling "Ring around the Rosie," quite creepily as he returned. He looked at Michael calmly as he began to put on the latex gloves, he pulled them up over his wrists and snapped them into place.

Michael flinched at the snap, and his father came toward him, holding the syringe between his index finger and thumb, "Please Dad, you don't have to do this to me," Michael cried out. 

"Hush now, Michael, I need silence so I can focus on this..." his father told him softly, he leaned over his frightened son, and carefully pierced the needle of the syringe into Michael's neck. 

He pressed the plunger and emptied the liquid into his son's throat, Michael whimpered softly and latched his hand on his father's sleeve.

"Shh, Michael, you're doing so well, just two more doses and you'll be more alert than ever," His father assured him gently.

He started to fill it a second time, and began to inject it once again..."Stop," Michael winced, "You want me to stop? Do you want to lose your potential Michael? We're going to make history! History, don't you see!"

He leaned down close to Michael's face, "Give me a smile, son," he hissed, "No," Michael refused, his father dug his fingers into Michael's shoulder, "Don't be a wuss, Michael...You're being pathetic! Can't you be happy for your father?" He snarled. 

Michael forced a shaky smile onto his face to get his father off his back, his father's eyes brightened with satisfaction, "Good boy, Michael," he brought his son into a "loving" embrace. 

"You're a good child inside, I know you are, you would never betray my trust, right?" His father said, trying to manipulate Michael.

Michael looked into his father's eyes, emotionless, "It's time for the last dose, don't...move..an inch," he slowly brought the syringe back to Michael's throat again, and sunk it in. 

Michael felt more awake, but his body kept aching, his heartbeat increased rapidly, "Michael, you're alright, you're okay," his father tried to assure him.

Michael screamed in frustration and pain, but no one would hear him, Davey and Elizabeth were in bed, and his father was here with him. 

Michael was losing hope that any of this would ever stop, he wanted to beg and plead, but his father wouldn't listen any more than he had before. 

"Stop this, Michael, it's not so bad," his father tried to reassure, but Michael was too confused and drugged, he screamed until it hurt.

"The experiments are going to start Michael, I need your full attention...I'm going to let you up now, and you need to listen," his father began to unbuckle the straps, and let him up.

But Michael was having a breakdown, he fell to the floor and curled into a ball, "Michael, if you don't behave, I'm going to have to punish you," 

Michael grabbed onto his Foxy plushie and hid his face in it, "I'm going to count to 5, and if you don't get up, so help me," 

Michael began to sniffle, "1..." "Dad please," "2..." "I didn't mean to," "3..." Michael backed away..."4..." "I'll stop crying, I swear!" He cried out.

"5..." Michael's breath caught in his throat, he knew what was coming next.

"This is going to hurt me more than it does you, Michael, you should've behaved,"

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Michael sat on the carpetted floor, he gritted his teeth in a wince as tears streamed down his face, his body hurt worse now, he was sure he was going to bruise all over...he knew it.

Michael sat still, waiting for his father's command to tell him what he was seeing, while the purple smoke surrounded him once again. 

"You understand why I had to punish you, don't you?" 

Michael nodded, not speaking as to not irritate his split lip. "I love you, Michael, and sometimes love has to be tough, sometimes there are consequences," 

Bullshit, Michael thought, he did this all the time, he didn't like it when Michael didn't do what he wanted, he'd yell, curse, and berate him, and then smother him with love once again, only to act cold hours later. 

He DIDN'T understand, he didn't understand why his father did this, he wanted to call him out for being a piece of sh*t, but he was afraid, afraid of his ever changing mood. 

He hated doing this, he HATED it, he wished he could go to Henry, his father's business partner, he was good to his daughter, Charlie. 

But then his father would find him and punish him worse. 

One day, one day this would all be over, he knew. 

End of Dialogue