when they're pulling your insides out

[tacosgay]

Moving between planes is, in theory, a dangerous practice. Taako has never had trouble with it before; normally, it's like, well, blinking, he's there and then back again, safe and sound.

That's not the case this time.

This time, he blinked out of one plane, but he didn't immediately step into the other-+ something felt... wrong. Like he was shifted or snatched out of the air, captured, and...

... And then he wakes up.

He's strapped down, bound to some cool, flat surface, his chest bare, though he's been left with his pants and undies, which is awfully polite of whoever kidnapped him from between planes. When he speaks up, his voice is shaking, just a little.

"Uh... h-hi, uh... anybody there?"

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[onethousandflowers]

At first, there's no answer. There's no answer for several minutes, in fact. But then a door, blending into the wall before Taako, opens, and a pale man with light lilac hair and a purple tattoo walks in. He takes one look at Taako and smiles a little, quirking an eyebrow.

"Ah. You're awake, then. You recovered remarkably quickly from reconstitution. Of course, this isn't going to be fun for you, now that you are." On closer inspection, the man is in scrubs, and pushing a cart. It's not a good sign.