Lukas looked at whoever he was listening to funny. Almost like he had grown a third head or something.
"Now! I know you guys are wondering: what is this schizo talking about? Well. Me and my business partner are gonna explain everything to you in just a sec" the sound of a chainsaw was revved deeper inside the nothingness through that door.
The both of them were shivering a little, but not from the sound. It felt like absolute zero in there. Almost freezing Lukas' nipples off.
"[What the hell do you want from us?!]" Drew tries to say something; but the gag is still keeping his mouth from moving properly. Something hard also gets thrown at Drew's face, hitting his forehead, and making it start to bleed.
"I think it's best for both of you to just shut up and listen… okay?" the voice says in a condescending tone. Another rev of the chainsaw was rung across the whole room. Hitting both of their eardrums constantly. Lukas tries to cover his ears, but they were, again, tied behind his back. Lukas turns his head to see if Drew's okay; but he was sort of slumped on his chair at the moment.
"By the way… what happened to your blonde friend? We kinda also need him for this…" the figure standing in the dark asked.
Lukas raised his eyebrow; not having a clue on what this guy was talking about.
Farther back into the darkness, another voice seemed to elaborate. "Yeah! What the hell were his words… the blonde twink! We were told you're in close relations with him…" Lukas didn't know what the word twink meant; but you understood somewhat of what they were talking about.
The closet one to the door, finally decided to show themselves, and Lukas could believe his eyes. "Hey kiddo! How was that tissue doing you?" the guy from the hotdog stand asked. The other guy is still in the shadows, doing who knows what.
Lukas shot him a look; almost like he was trying to telepathically manipulate him into untying the rope on his arms and legs.
The chainsaw in hotdog man's hands started to rev up again like clockwork. The chains rattling like it hasn't been touched in over 10 years. Sparks were flying everywhere, even though it looked like the thing wasn't even hitting anything at the moment. Hotdog guy was entranced with the sound and look of the chainsaw. So much to the point of having to cross his legs together for some reason; and making a strange crying sound. Almost like an animal that just got its leg stuck in a trap.
"I wonder… Do you like the sound of a chainsaw too? It gives me such a warm and tingly sensation in my groin. Each rev makes my pelvis twitch in any which way as it pleases. And my hands tremble and vibrate, making me feel like I'm on a crazy roller-coaster…" Lukas wished this guy would just stop talking.
"Alright… that's enough you big weirdo…" The other one finally steps out of the shadows, revealing himself to be the store clerk that just sold Lukas some cigarettes, even though he's technically still a minor. "You can't just gross them out like that with your weird kinks. You need to entice them, make them hear what they want to hear…" the clerk slowly walks up to Lukas; with a cheeky grin etched onto his face. "Isn't that right Lukas?"
"Oh c'mon man! That's way too boring!" Hotdog guys revs his chainsaw again, making another weird sound right after. "Hey! Lukas man! You want to come see what I did to the guy behind you?!" Lukas shakes his head violently; not wanting to be turned around for any reason.
Clerk man punched hotdog guy in the head, making him shout and accidentally dropped his chainsaw, still one, directly onto his foot.
His left foot was gushing blood from where the saw made impact. However, hotdog guy didn't scream. In fact, it looked like that just did him over. He immediately dropped onto one knee, and started licking the blood off his feet, his tongue got caught up in the still moving chainsaw, and that too got sliced up. The more and more cuts this guy got, it looked like he was having a bigger and bigger orgasm each time.
"You freak! You're making me look bad in front of the kid!" the clerk guy kept smacking him in the head; and Lukas was begging the both of them to please stop.
"Oh, yeah!" they both get into an inch of Lukas' personal space. "We haven't even told you what we need for you yet. Huh" the walks behind him, and brings back a chair from wherever they were located. Lukas sighed in relief, thanking something that he didn't get his head bashed in right now.
"So, how much do you actually know about those robots that hang around all over the country?" the clerk asks, even though Lukas can't say anything. "Ah, fuck. Sorry, I forgot about that" he grabs Lukas by the mouth, and yanks off the gag. For some reason, the two of them thought it would be a good idea to super glue the gags onto their faces. Lukas screamed in pain, like he just got his hair waxed off. He rubbed his two cheeks where the super glue was applied to.
"N-no… not really" Lukas whispered. Then he got scared of hearing the chainsaw revving again.
"Whelp. They're all hiding a lot more than you can think of… how do you think they all act so human-like?" he inched closer, and closer, and closer to Lukas' face. And just stared at him with deadpan eyes. Lukas almost got entranced by the nothingness behind his skull. Reminding of the pitch black doorway.
"W-what are you trying to tell m-me?" Lukas got a lot quieter than before. Yet the clerk could still understand what he said.
"Nothing that would cause my head to be blown off!" the pointed at the bomb collar on his neck, and also at the one of the hotdog guy's neck. "Plus I'll be killing you and your sleeping friend over there anyway so it doesn't—"
*BAM!!
The clerk gets slammed to the ground by a frying pan. Same with hotdog guy who wasn't paying attention. Lukas was shocked, until the dust cleared to see who did it.
"Hol' up bro! I'll untie you so we can both kick the shit out of these guys!" Drew, still with the cord wrapped around each wrist, but not connected anymore. Hands him some sort of large metal sheet. Lukas would've gladly taken it, but he could for reasons.