~Try to Detect My Love: Unmasked (Quackbur)~

TW: blood, torture

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Wilbur's POV:

I had gotten closer to Q. Our friendship was weird. We'd talk and laugh and then Q would talk about how George was doing. Who, by the way, was currently our prisoner. Yep, we kidnapped him. Anywhere we go we see missing posters of him. It's unsettling to know we were the one's that took him.

We took a week break. Well, I took one. Q was almost always in that damned office. Doing work or avoiding me, I don't know.

But today we were doing something... different.

"We have to get information out of George."

Q grabbed a briefcase. It looked heavy, I probably couldn't carry it, but he could. He was strong. You could tell. Q was buff (Buff Q, lol).

"And how are we going to do that? He doesn't seem like the type of person to just give up and tell us everything he knows."

"I know that, trust me. But I do have my ways..." He gestured to the case. He started for the door of our hotel room.

"What's in the briefcase anyways, its not like we're going to a meeting." I said walking behind him.

"You are really annoying, you know. You see what in here when we get to Base 13."

Q looked at me. I held out my wrists as he took it and opened the door. Even though I couldn't run anywhere, he grabbed my wrist tightly.

Base 13 was not what I expected. Base 13 was disguised as a restaurant. It looked like those small family pop restaurant. It was quaint. It didn't really look like it held someone captive. 

13 is a special number. In the sense of astrology and spiritual guidance it stands for tests, suffering and usually death. It's a deadly number. But, it is a sense of death to a period of struggle, and to new beginnings. It's a beautifully sad number. But what we were about to do to George was not going to be beautiful.

When we got inside Q immediately made a hard turn straight to the back of the counter where food was served. When we got there, there was chefs busy at work but they seemed not to notice us. Which was weird. People usually would notice a fairly tall British man walking around with a guy who had scars on his face. And compared to me, Q looked short. Like really short.

Q led me to a trapdoor behind the kitchen. He pulled it up revealing stairs leading down to some sort of basement.

"You can go first, Wil." Q said, gesturing to the opening. I just nodded and walk down. It smelt like pepper and burnt hair. Not pleasing at all. I could hear Q's heavy foot steps behind me. When I reached the bottom, I looked around. The walls of the basement were covered with the number 13 in different fonts. Creepy. Looked like  it came straight out of a horror movie. I immediately hated it.

"I am so happy you guys took me to a different base.." Q stood next to me. 

"Of course we took you to a different base. This place is special. It's for torture." He said simply. Wait What? Torture? I- And he said this like it meant nothing. I looked at his briefcase and back to him. Q started walking.

"Wait, did you say torture? Like actual torture?" I sprinted to keep up with him. We were taking different twists and turns, and the base still look creepy, even more so the more we went in. There some blood stains on the walls, which were dirty and covered with grime. The number 13 had become bigger and more eerie. 

Q smirked. Of course he did. Every time I show some sort of fear he thinks it funny. It's not. "Duh! How do you think we'll get information out of him? Say pretty please?" He rolled his eyes. I sighed. Obviously we were about to torture a man. The more I walk the more illegal things get.

"And luckily we won't have to try to hard. Soon after George left the agency, they started a program we would have to do to get through torture. And since George wasn't able to get that..." Q smiled. 

"So how'd the program work? Did they..." I looked at him. He looked somewhat...scared? I don't know. I never saw him frightened. 

"Uh, yeah they, uhm, tortured us for a couple days, but at least I can go through that can of stuff without spilling government secrets." Q quickly looked away from me. God, did the agency just do torture just so they would keep quiet? They put them through that.

"Did Agent C do that too?"

"Everyone did it. From the actual agents down to the assistants and janitors that cleaned the place. Everyone involved. Oh, we're here."

The door looked like the only normal thing here. It was just a black door. It had a lock on it. Q brought out a key. He was whistling while he unlocked the door. It was so unsettling. I guess I should be used to things being creepy. But, somehow, the inside of the room was creepier.

They had gotten rid of the theme of 13. There was a cold metal table in the middle of the room. The room had an off white color to the walls. Other than the table and a chair, the room was empty. Well, not completely empty. There was someone in the chair. And who was in the chair you ask? George. I mean of course he was there.

He was tied to a chair. He immediately noticed us. He was pissed. But he couldn't talk. He was gagged. 

Q laughed. A laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. 

"How are you Georgie? How was your week?" Q closed the door behind me. George gave back a couple angry muffles and Q sighed. "Right, you have that thing on your face." He walked over to George and took off the gag(a cloth >:().

After that George said a couple swear words I'd rather not repeat. Then Q shushed him. He put the heavy briefcase on the table. "Hmm... I don't know... you know what... what do you wait today George?" He opened the case revealing three things. A pair of huge scissors, an axe and a knife (instead of a sword lol, oh and if you don't know these are the actual thing he use to torture Dream in prison).

George look horrified. Actually I feel like I was too. The tools look already used. The axe still had dried blood on it. Q finally broke the silence. "So?" 

It was horrible. I watched the whole thing. There was so much blood. And screaming. I couldn't look away. George was shaking. Q was asking questions about where 'Sapnap' was. But George wasn't giving in. Even though his arm was bleeding really badly.  He cut into George's skin. He put the axe under George's chin. "Well, are you going to tell me, mi amor? Or do you have to feel my axe to understand my question?" George didn't answer. "You know, you just have to tell me where he's going to be next couple of weeks, and then I'll turn you into the authorities, and you'll never see me again. It's that simple Georgie." George didn't open his mouth.

Q sighed. He pulled the axe head from under George's chin. Then he pulled the axe back, he looked like he was going to chop George's head off. I closed my eyes tight. I did not want to watch this. 

"Wait!"

I open my eyes. George looked horrified. "I'll- I'll tell you where he's going ok! Just don't kill me please!" He was on the verge of tears. Q smiled, showing his gold teeth. He turned to me.

"Told you I have my ways. Now get the tape recorder." He used his bloody finger to point to  the small box in the corner.

As I walked to pick up the box, I realized, maybe I shouldn't get on Q's bad side.

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Words: 1356

A/N: Happy Halloween loves! 

Fun Fact: this is the 13th chapter!