The One who Cares (Fantasy / OxO / Mature / Closed but Stalkers will get cookies)

From the wonderful prompt of—

“You are a villain who kidnapped the smart guy on your nemesis team, but they tell you that nobody will come for them and that the hero doesn’t care.
You didn’t believe them at first, but it’s been a month and nobody shows up and after once again hearing them cry at night, you’ve had enough.”

—to this roleplay which I have no idea who to be because the idea is so interesting from both perspectives!

Easily said, I wanna do that prompt with someone and it’s definitely going to be slightly angst but I think that’s okay. Definitely going to be mature. And definitely going to be hectic.

Let me know if anyone’s interested!
Will be waiting for ya!
:)

Honestly? Saaaaaame!
There’s so much we could do with it!
clears throat
Anyways, hello! Most important question first, which one would you like to play as, the villain or the forgotten sidekick?

Perfect! And uh… any certain triggers you would want me to avoid or do we just go?

None at all, lol. I’m a tough biscuit and I don’t think that means I’m sane anymore

This is going really quick but shall we start? XD

(Roger that)

“There is still no one here today,” a slim and tall individual with greyish long hair had entered what looked like a throne room, explaining to the man on the throne about the situation at hand regarding his nemesis and how no one on his side was present anywhere near their lair.
Being fed up with the situation, the man on the throne decided to stand up and leave the throne room in a hurry, leaving the women and men in the room in a collective surprise.
The man, Orobas, had entered his underground chamber where his prisoners were. However, he made his way pass all of them to head to the jail cell furthest in the chamber. He had used the lunch excuse to check on them and to tell them the news they’ve been hearing the last month too…
“So you were right. No one came to get you.” He said, setting down the kidnapped’s meal and drink which was actually a decent-looking piece of pork chop with pepper gravy, carrot purée, and a glass of cold water.

Orobas sighed loudly when the sidekick had misunderstood his attempted kindness for mocking. He shook his head. “For the last time, I don’t have a machinery workshop in my castle but I am looking for one for you.” He mentioned before gritting his teeth. “Because god knows you won’t talk any sense until you get fixed,” ’I hate seeing you like this, it’s too pathetic…’
“So you don’t want the food, what do you want instead? A liter of machine oil to go with your sarcasm?” He asked, picking up the plate he was going to slide through the space by the door.

“You’re broken as all hell and still you haven’t given up ‘living’ yet,” Orobas shook his head. “Absolutely disgusting…” he turned towards the chamber, sliding the food he was going to give to Mikael to someone else before he turned back to the cage the ‘inhuman’ was in. He got out a key, unlocking the door into the cage before he went to near the other, kneeling down to his level. “Can you stand up? We’re taking your disgusting leaking body to an engineer who can get you fixed up before you fully shut down on me,”

The villain stared at Mikael for a long moment before he picked the man up off the ground. “I swear to all gods, especially Hades, that all of you ‘heroic’ people are the most stubborn asses I’ve ever met,” he sighed, carrying the inhuman body in his arms through the dark prison chamber where a few other individuals were locked up in cells like Mikael was in before.
“I may be a villain, but until you’ve heard my side of the story, you have no right to assume I’m a heartless sicko,”