Serif Shenanigans

Nitrogen

"you want to know where i came from?"
Rita nodded, pistol aimed at his forehead.
"well, why didn'tcha say so? you can put the gun down. it's not like I'll go anywhere." He struggled with the ropes to prove his point.
She didn't move.
"it's not like you've got the guts to shoot him."
She bit her lip. "I won't move."
"and I won't talk."
...Rita lowered the pistol.
"now holster it."
She obeyed.
"good, now..."

"see, the egg is real upset about how powerless he is. he wanted to lash out, to break others rather to be broken, to make everything into just as big a mess as he is. so he created a perfect and cunningly handsome version of himself- that would be me, and set me loose."
Rita opened her mouth to speak-
"oh no, mister serif! my brother would never do that!" He said in a squeaky little girl voice.
...
"that's what you were going to say, right?"
"It's true."
"no, it's not. think about it, he's attacked you before. even if you don't remember it, he's killed you in other timelines. but he always, always regretted it afterwords.
that's why I'm here, to kill you without regret. now he can have the fun without the emotional hangover. after all, it wasn't HIM who killed his sister, it was me! at least, that's my theory. I don't really get what's going on in his broken little head."

"But, I don't get it. Why hurt me?"
"because he loves you."
"What? Then why-"
"he wants to make sure nobody hurts you, and isn't that the perfect method? besides, if somebody is gonna kill his sister, it's gonna be him."
Rita shuddered, and sat down.
Serif grinned. She was getting distracted.
He broke off his right ring finger and used the jagged, splintered bone to begin sawing through the rope.

She suddenly looked up, causing him to stop.
"Why bones?"
"what?"
"Why... Cannibalism?"
"easiest question yet. he got tired of being broken, so he wanted to make himself strong. he discovered on the web that some cultures eat bone broth stew, and that's how the idea got planted. the cannibalizing idea was mine, however. you can credit me."
She looked out the window, and he started sawing furiously.

"When did you first... Happen? What's your earliest memory?"
He huffed in frustration.
"he and his brother got into an awful fight, rad started saying nasty things about sanzy's old family. he snapped when he called papyrus an accident waiting to happen, and a complete moron. he hit him back after he called you a b-"
"He HIT him!?"
"broke his nose bone. marrow splattered everywhere, and the smell was enough to wake me up the first time."
"W-what did you do next?"
"at first I was only a little voice in his head, but I was able to convince him to eat every drop."
She gagged.

Serif stretched, snapping the rope, freeing his wrists. He made sure not to tip her off to what happened.
"rita?"
"What."
"i want dinner."
"I have a few microwave pizzas. Do you want BBQ pizza or m-"
He lunged out of his seat, tackling her.

He howled with whoops and shrieks of laughter as she shrieked and tried to hit him and wriggle free.
He tied her hands and legs and started to drag her down, down to the depths of the laboratory.

He picked her up and tossed her into a large cage.
She looked around, trying to get her bearings. She was in a cage, surrounded by other empty cages of varying size, but she was also in a dark and dusty abandon room in a corridor of the endless lab. It looked like it hadn't been used in years.
There was a table covered in hundreds of weapons, from tiny scalpels to saws big enough to cut through a tree. There were racks and racks of jars of chemicals, every color of the rainbow. There were preserved specimens and a few skeletons (the kind in a doctor's office, not the living kind). There were anatomy posters of all kinds of monsters hanging above stacks of biology books. The creepiest part for Rita was three things; the microphone in the middle of the ceiling, the porthole in the wall (for an audience?), and the dip in the middle of the floor leading to a drain.