Hello everyone! I’m sure many of you know of my newest ask blog, Disturbed-Once-ler , so here’s a little fanfic of a usual daily life between Figment!Greed-ler and Disturbed!Once-ler.

Greed-ler played by TheSassyLorax

Once-ler played by BoneHatter

“Patient 20-A.” Called a rather husky toned voice. The sound seemed to pass by his head though, as he stared at the gritty cement floor beneath his cold feet. 

Why cement? Wasn’t that dangerous? Did these people really care, or-

“Patient 20-A…!” The man’s voice repeated, waves finally banging into the boy’s eardrums with a heavy flinch to follow.

“Wh-What-Oh…” He hadn’t realized the line was moving forward infront of him, his mind having done drifted off elsewhere. Not like they’d care…What ‘mind’ did he have to them? None.

“Take your tray.” He ordered, tall and balding, clad in his light seafoam green scrubs. Once-ler said nothing. Carefully his hands reached forward, taking the thin plastic tray from the older woman behind the glass barricades that protected them from the patients.

“Oh.” The boy sighed, reddened eyes staring downwards at the sloppity slop of a mess they called ‘food’. He didn’t very much wish to eat it, but he would have to. As he slumped along onto one of the benches, a mysterios stranger had sat next to him, eyeing him and his belongings, but not saying a word.

This made Once-ler feel uneasy, and his eyes darted, as if searching for someone…

His eyes scanned the room, searching, somewhat desperately despite how still and motionless he was being sitting at the table with the other patients. Once-ler’s reddened eyes passed over one side of the room before his eyes suddenly looked back and there he was, standing there as if he had always been standing there and Once-ler had been too much of an idiot to see him before.

Greed-ler stood rigidly, like he normally did, arms down by his sides and his hands forming tight, dangerous looking fists. He was on edge, you could tell by his facial expression. His reptilian like eyes were glowing dimly, and his teeth were bared in a defensive way, his upper lip curling dangerously.

The man, the monster, in the green suit suddenly moved with the kind of speed no ordinary man could posess but then again, Greed-ler was not an ordinary man. He was suddenly right besides Once-ler, standing on the bench besides him, then crouched so he was sitting more like a bird of prey than… whatever it was he was. The doctors called him a figment of Once-ler’s imagination, a hallucination that had to be dealt with and ‘fought past’. To Once-ler, Greed-ler had been a constant companion of his since he was small.

He had changed, a lot, though in the past few years. Becoming something far more demonic than he used to be. The man’s eyes focused on the ‘food’ on the plate and made a disgusted noise.

“I wouldn’t feed a dying rat this.” he said in a whispery voice.

Once-ler’s shoulders hunched in a soft manner, a tiny almost inaudiable noise escaping his lips. He had gotten a slight fright from the sudden appearence coming so fast. “Y-yeah.” He then muttered beneath his breath, cautious for the doctors not to hear.

He picked up the strange device that they gave the patients to eat with…It was like the scoop-end of a spoon, but worn and rubbery. He took a small amount of the grinded meat with it, lifting it to his mouth and having to pinch his eyes closed before taking the bite.

Disgusting. The almost tasteless, yet somehow still bitter product he had eaten felt like it was staining the inside of his mouth, and left behind a stench his nose that he swore would never go away. “Egh.” The taste of the rubbery eating tool wasn’t aiding much either.

“H-hey…..Hey.” The stranger next to Once-ler began to speak. He glanced over at the smaller, thicker man, his eyes milky glazed, as if going blind.

“….Y…Yes….?” He stammered cautiously, dropping the tool onto the tray idly.

“Can I have your food?” The man asked, running his jagged fingers along Once-ler’s arm in a pleading manner. This made him flinch and pull away, shaking his head.

“L-leave me alone…” He requested, black locks of frazzled hair dropping infront of his eyes from the movement.

“Just give me some! I’m HUNGRY!” The crazed patient shouted in a whisper breathlessly, his hand clamping down on Once-ler’s bruised wrist. This made him whine loudly and shoot up from the bench, yanking his hand away as his tray hit the floor. The sound of it made everyone gasp, or flinch, almost being ear splitting in the near silent room.

The room may well have been silent for everyone in the room, save one. The moment the milky-eyed patient began to speak, Greed-ler had put one foot up onto the table, watching him intently. The same way a hawk would watch a fieldmouse from a vantage point. He lowered his head, his top hat tilting back slightly as he did, watching the man’s movements. Why was he hungry he had his own plate of slop in front of him, and even if the disgustingly vile taste of the food Once-ler was eating now infested his mouth like a swarm of bees, it was food that the other needed.

Also what he deserved.

But then the man ran his fingers along Once-ler’s arm and Greed-ler got up on the table entirely and moved in front of his face, eyes turning bloodshot. “Get your filthy fingers off of him you maggot sucking lump of—” but his threat was of course falling on deaf ears. Then the worst thing happened, he grabbed him. He grabbed Once-ler. Not just anywhere but where the bruises hurt most.

The transformation was instantaneous. One second he was a green suited man standing on the table with red eyes and the next he was a multi-limbed, sharp toothed, multiple-tongued beast whose scream could may well shattered the ear drums of everyone in the building, as well as the glass. The sound was not human, not could it be replicated by any animal alive or dead. It screamed of posession, hatred, protection, death and of course pure anger.

Greed-ler’s arms were suddenly upon Once-ler, yanking at his blue flimsy clothes and arms, pulling him away from the man into his own twisted, demonic embrace as he continued to scream, and roar, in a way that one could compare to a large African cat protecting their young. It was almost a good thing none of them could see him, or hear him, since the sight of him now may well have turned them all well beyond the point of madness and the slightest chance of bettering themselves.

Once-ler had managed to get his arm away, and he glanced at the mess on the floor before he gave a sudden scream, covering his ears. “NO! NO NO!” He shouted fearfully, gasping when grabbed and trying to cry out again, but it was as if there was a large lump in his throat, keeping him from doing so for the moment.

Terrified, he struggled and fought against Greed-ler, which everyone else saw as him moving jaggedly and tugging at the air. Mouth opening, he finally managed to let out a loud scream. “Let go! LET GO PLEASE!” Completely shaken he fell to his knees, bringing his hands up to grab at Greed-ler’s silk clad arms, as many as he could…

The other patients began to get a little worked up watching the scene. Soon enough doctors and security were pouring in, surrounding Once-ler and grabbing his limbs to keep him still.

No-God no…He knew what was coming. 

“STOP!” He cried, it taking several men to lift the tall boy from the cold ground and pull him away into his ‘room’, which was more like a prison cell with a lack of bars to allow him to see anything. It felt painful to Once-ler, but of course they didn’t notice how rough it was for him to be ripped away from Greed-ler’s grip.

Without care for his well-being they simply, and quite rudely, tossed him onto the hard bed he had, hands applying a heavy pressure as they held him down and began strapping his limbs tightly with the leather belts.

“T…Too tight! Please! Not this…!” His eyes had already began wattering, marks from where this had been done previously still bruised and swollen now only getting even more pain, and his struggling wasn’t helping. So he got still.

Good. He was still. At least they wouldn’t have to shove any filthy needles in him…

Without the struggle it didn’t take long for them to strap the boy, six in all. His wrists and ankles were bound, as well as one belt over his chest, and another along his legs just below his knees.

Everything had calmed…For the doctors. They spoke to eachother for a moment before hurrying out of the room, as if to get something. Once-ler’s breathing was still eratic, his chest straining under the belt uncomfortably, clenching his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to see the monsterous beast appear when he did.

If only they had seen it, seen what Once-ler alone could see. How Greed-ler had been grasping at him in an overly protective, dangerous way to keep Once-ler away from the inmate who had dared touch him when nobody else was allowed to. His fingers, now something like claws, dug into Once-ler’s arms, back, clothing, and hair in an attempts to hold him close but then the doctors were there. Greed-ler had snarled and lashed out at them in a weak attempt to keep them away but of course it did nothing.

They ripped Once-ler from his grasp and he screamed like a dying animal before quickly chasing after them. “LET HIM GO YOU’RE HURTING HIM IT’S TOO TIGHT YOU NEVER LISTEN NOBODY LISTENS TO HIM WHY WON’T YOU LISTEN??” he had shouted in their faces, in their ears, all the while the straps were being tied into place. He chased them from the room, or, it felt like he did since he was almost literally nipping at thier heels when they left. Still monsterous, with those extra limbs, glowing eyes, and sharpened long teeth, Greed-ler turned and rushed back to the bed.

“Never listen,” his voice snarled as his hands tried to dig at the straps, his fingers passing through them just like every other time he had tried to help him. No matter how hard he tried he could never loosen the straps to stop the pain, stop the bruises. So why did he keep trying? Because he had to keep trying. Maybe one day he’ll find out how to do it, work out how to loosen the straps if just a little because this punishment was not justified. It wasn’t his fault that freak had touched him. Didn’t they know not to touch him by now?

Once-ler could hear his heart pounding in his ears, swallowing dryly as he felt Greed-ler approach him. He went straight through the straps, touching against the darkened bruises on his flesh. This made Once-ler whimper softly, his body shaking in fear, and shock.

He hated being bound down like this…He had no way to protect himself if anything happened…What if a patient had gotten out of control and set the entire place on fire? He had no escape…What if Greed-ler…the monster…truly had intentions of hurting Once-ler? He….Had no escape.

“Please…” Escaped his dry, softly chapped lips. He had peeked out at the monster, staring at him through his lashes, tears softly rolling down his pale cheeks. “N…No… It-It’s…”

Just then, he couldn’t stop himself. The hard pressure in his throat had grown too painful, and he simply let his head roll back as he began sobbing shakily. A few hiccups escaped his throat along with the sobbing, which generally got louder, but then he would force himself to quiet down. 

His jaw ached, and his bottom lip quivered as he breathed loudly, still trying his best to stay quiet. “I hate this place…” He spoke, voice cracking.

The monsterous appearance which was Greed-ler slowly began to melt. His multiple limbs began to suck their way back into his torso. His sharpened teeth did remain sharp but they at least shrunk back in size. His tongues slipped back, the drooling stopped, and his height lessened back to his more average, normal height. Claws turned back into gloved hands which, now, were shaking.

“No, no,” he said as he climbed up onto the bed, and pushed a hand through Once-ler’s hair. “Shhh- shhhh. Don’t cry, don’t let them see you cry no, no… ” Greed-ler spoke in a calm, soft manner as he wiped at Once-ler’s cheeks with his other hand, drying away the salty tears as they streamed down Once-ler’s pale face. 

“I hate it too but remember it’s for a reason. It has a point. Shhh, sh. This one, this time, not your bad. Not your fault. They should know better but they never know better because they don’t care, not like they should…”

His eyelids forced open slowly, and he glanced up towards the not-as-scary Greed-ler, appearence having returned to a less horrifying form. He wasn’t sure what to do. Meekly he smiled, lips still quivering as he stared up at the figment above him, though knowing full well he felt his touches, and felt his hair moving.

“I-it doesn’t matter if they see me cry…” He sputtered out, arching only slightly and then letting his head fall to the side gently. “They don’t think of me as ‘weak’ or ‘strong’….Just a freak. A mindless, inhuman freak.”

He was getting a small chill, feet and hands softly red as he had a lack of circulation. He already began to feel numb at the very tips of his fingers and toes, but with a little struggling the old belts would loosen up a bit, so he began moving regardless of the pain.

Still though, other than that he was so unsure of what to do…The monster had calmed down to comfort him…and yet he still felt so uneasy.

“They think everyone’s a freak in these doors no matter what you do.” Greed-ler in formed him, still speakin in that soft, almost motherly tone. “You’re not a freak though you know that I know that. Strong, that’s what you are, strong for putting up with these people and their crap. How are they even doctors I don’t know….”

Again, he reached for the straps, trying to help even if deep down he knew he couldn’t. “Don’t know anything about nothing…”

“….” Once-ler closed his eyes again, his breathing finally calming along with his shaking. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help the small smile that curled along the edge of his lips.

“H-hey…It’s alright.” He said. “I mean…Okay, so yeah, we’re both freaks then, aren’t we? But at least we have eachother…” he allowed his head to rest back against the overly firm pillow-like lump on the bed, and stared at the cracks in the ceiling. Maybe this was why he was here…Talking to this thing. And of all things /enjoying/ it’s company.

But it was all he had. He took what he could get.

“I’m finally feeling circulation again…”

Greed-ler curiously looked at one of Once-ler’s wrists before reaching out and placed his hand on top of it, and rubbed his thumb against his knuckles in a jerking, slightly shaking way. “That’s good. That’s good.” he said quietly before shifting, and next thing Once-ler knew his head was resting on the other’s lap.

“There. Better then that brick they call a pillow.” the man muttered before he went back to petting Once-ler’s hair, a motion he would do from time to time when he himself had been shaken by something. And it’s true, he had been. He disliked it immensely when somebody dare touch Once-ler, be it another patient or the doctors. He wasn’t theirs to touch, he wasn’t here for them. 

He was his, and being his he had a right to him didn’t he?

His pale cheeks began to grow color as he felt the soft lap beneath his head. He couldn’t help but feel a little flustered when anyone touched him in a manner not meaning to harm, but help…It always made him feel so nice.

“Thank you.” Once-ler spoke out clearly, and his body soon relaxed under his touches. He was feeling much more at ease now.

His pale blue eyes began wandering along the room, scanning things before his vision began to darken slightly. “Oh…” A yawn escaped him gently, and he closed his dark-ringed eyes, mumbling as he felt himself drift closer to sleep.

“S-sorry Greedsie…Nmnhh..May I s…Sleep? I’m so tired…” He asked permission, but at the same time his body wasn’t waiting for it.

Normally, Greed-ler did not allow Once-ler to sleep. It was all part of the punishment, the reason why he was here and why he could be such a monster, such a beast from time to time. Once-ler may not understand completely, but Greed-ler did. He’d never fully explain since the man may not understand, or comprehend. But it all was for a purpose and a reason that, may, become clear one day.

“Yeah.” he said as he continued to stroke the black hair that so desperately needed a wash. It was oily, and flakey. But still he petted his hair as he nodded his head. “You need your rest after this.”

Eyelids fluttered open for a final time, Once-ler feeling a soft warmth in his chest as he stared at the figment…This feeling…

Comfort. After so long, it was very nice. Incredibly. 

It didn’t take long for the comfort washing over him, as well as the tender sensation from the stroking of his hair put Once-ler to sleep. Usually, he would snore, even if quietly, but this time he was completely silent.

His wrists tugged a bit, fingers twitching in a fruitless attempt to grab at Greed-ler. He knew someone was there. He needed to hold it-but…He settled instead for nestling his face into the soft warmth of the creature’s stomach, once again, unable to cuddle, taking what he could get.

Greed-ler was, at first, content to just pet Once-ler’s hair as the other slept away his exhaustion. It’s how it normally was, but after being so violently removed from his protective embrace before he felt this wasn’t really enough.

How he shifted to laying besides him, and yet Once-ler not waking or feeling the movement, is best left as a mystery. His head again was supported by that awful pillow but it was better than nothing. Greed-ler’s hat remained firmly affixed to his head, even when laying down, and he wrapped one of his arms protectively over Once-ler’s chest as his chin nestled against the other man’s shoulder.

“…I’m here.” he mumbled quietly. “And I’m not leaving you alone with these people. Ever.”

The man, monster, figment, creation, did not sleep. He didn’t have to. But that didn’t stop him from closing his eyes and resting against his charge, his ward, his world. It brought some fraction of ease to his cracked, broken mind, and for him he would take as much ease and calm as he could within these walls.