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Bucket's body twists and tears itself until they’re no longer the cutesy dog they seem to be this entire trip.
BUCKET: Nothing but the truth from my mouth, and not a soul would believe you if you ever repeated it. You'd be deemed a conspiracist. Pick a limb. Specify which one.
Matthias shuts up, not saying a word. Bazil can't help but grin.
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BUCKET: Pick one.
MATTHIAS: L-left leg! No, arm. Left arm!
MATTHIAS: L-left leg! No, arm. Left arm!
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A large, heavy, sharp cuff manifests around his left arm, tightening until it’s on the verge of cutting in.
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A mirroring one manifests onto Bucket.
BUCKET: Your fate will be linked to mine. Your ability to sleep at night, to wake up in the morning, your happiness, all of it.
BUCKET: This will only hurt for a moment, enough pain to potentially knock most people out but I assure you will be awake for all of it.
BUCKET: This will only hurt for a moment, enough pain to potentially knock most people out but I assure you will be awake for all of it.
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He starts to struggle, trying to get away from them.
BUCKET: You cannot run.
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The cuff guillotines both of their limbs at once, Bucket entirely unphased. Matthias almost starts screaming, Bazil lunging forward and wrapping a meat scrap around his throat as both his and Bucket’s arm fall.
BAZIL: Don't want to wake up any other patrons, you sick fuck.
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The limbs squirm and flail before crawling over toward the opposing dog, stitching and resizing themselves to appropriately fit on the freshly cut stump.
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The process feels like needles and hot oil, sending pain up both dogs’ shoulders. Matthias does manage a gargled scream now, Bazil struggling to keep him clamped.
BAZIL: Hurry it up!
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It molds to fit proportionately, distinctly not quite the original limb but at a distance, a match. Little strands of the other's fur speckle in, creating a mixed effect.
BUCKET: You are now under my watch. So long as part of me is attached to you, I control the state of your body. Shall I be injured, I may repair myself by taking flesh from you. Dare imply I had anything to do with this and I’ll vaporize your entire being on the spot. I want you to come up with a story and stick to it. Any inconsistencies I will hear about. If you play your cards right we will rarely need to interact ever again and you will not have to think about being a living bomb. Do you understand?
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He nods quickly, eyes full of fear and anger. Bucket grabs him by the wrist and lifts him up.
BUCKET: Now I will treat your injuries.
BAZIL: Hold up.
BUCKET: You're right, this is your fight first is it not?
BAZIL: Hold up.
BUCKET: You're right, this is your fight first is it not?
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Bazil pulls back his hand, Matthias unable to get a word out before he sends a shocking punch into his chest and leaving him spluttering and barely conscious.
BUCKET: Get a few more in.
BAZIL: With pleasure.
BAZIL: With pleasure.