Brooklyn had now forgotten how long he had been kept here in this strange underground building, which had been around a week and two days at the most. Coldsteel pushed him hard into eating all that awful junk food stuff. He once weighed 210 pounds but now had reached 214.

He swallowed, scared about being too overweight to escape, but Brooklyn didn't know how he was gonna get out of this and was feeling exhausted from the previous test where Coldsteel forced Brooklyn to fight more of his men along with having even sleeping gas shot in his way, though, the humans wore gas masks.

The red gargoyle trembled while holding his legs, recalling that horrible test, not wanting to get anymore sleeping gas tossed in his way. Suddenly, the cell door opened.

"Why good evening..." purred the voice of Coldsteel that made the back of Brooklyn's neck hair stand up on end, turning to glare tiredly at the robot.

"Leave me alone!" Brooklyn snarled. "I won't eat any more food from you!"

Coldsteel frowned. "Relax, I don't have your food yet. You're just going to your next little test, that's all." Brooklyn jumped up sharply, growling loudly but weakly. "I won't do that either!" He retorted.

That triggered Coldsteel's eyes to glow red, snarling which was metallic, Brooklyn backing up into the wall on his bed in fear but did his best to not show it. "Then this test I have should get you to gain some self-discipline!" He suddenly reached and grabbed Brooklyn's neck hard.

"Agh! Let me go!" shouted Brooklyn in anger and pain, those metal talons digging into his skin, wanting so much to get away. He didn't want to know where Coldsteel was now taking him. Coldsteel stalked along the hallway until he came to a closet room smaller than Brooklyn's cell, which also had no light.

Coldsteel grinned maliciously at his prey, who writhed in his grasp. "Now, little one, I wish for you to stay put in this nice closet, and to not make a sound. Or you'll get even more of a world of pain. Get me?!" He threatened viciously.

Brooklyn's ears flattened, not liking the sound of that at all but knew he had no choice, since there was no escaping this place apparently.

That caused the cyborg to nod in approval at how submissive Brooklyn looked, opening the closet, shoving him inside. "Now sit there on that bench. Don't move. Don't... talk. You will be in here for at least three hours. Be a good little hatchling, you hear?" cooed Coldsteel, Brooklyn struggling to get up onto the bench, and sitting in a position, eyes rounding when the door closed shut, a locking sound being heard.

Brooklyn gulped, wanting so much to hammer on the door to break it down, but his instincts told him not to move if he wanted to get hurt further. Plus, it was ever so dark in this room. He handled nighttime dark fine but not darkness like this.

He struggled his best not to move any of his muscles minus his chest, which began to breathe rapidly, gripping the edge of the bench with all of his might, gazing at what light he had from the bottom of the door. The darkness felt very condescending around him, sending waves of shivers through Brooklyn's body.

Also, with his lack of water, Brooklyn mostly licked his lips, the closet so dry and stuffy, the light on the outside of the door teasing him greatly about being stuck in this horrible darkness.

How Brooklyn longed now for the affections of his family, to just be away from this monster Coldsteel forever. Not to be stuck here, praying Coldsteel won't forget about him and leave him permanently in this closet. That thought terrified Brooklyn greatly, panting again, struggling not to yell, or move, but it was terribly hard.

Someone... please let me out... please! Want... water... air... Brook whimpered silently to himself, a bead of sweat on his forehead after an hour had passed. His mouth felt yucky, and he longed for the fresh taste of water down his throat, and to breathe fresh air. Brooklyn's wings were terribly cramped as well. He couldn't raise his arm to wipe the sweat from his forehead either, the sweat falling down his neck and arms.

He figured though if Coldsteel wound up winning, then the robot would do whatever he wanted with his body afterward, strengthening his wings and such.

A small sound cracked from the back of Brooklyn's throat, threatening to escape. The darkness felt like it was swallowing him up in it, eyes darting about in panic, muscles twitching, desiring to move. But the fear of being punished more violently kept Brook from doing so, feeling his chest ready to hyperventilate. His heart hurt his chest, dizziness threatening to take his body.

Another hour passed, which to Brooklyn felt like five. Did Coldsteel really forget to come and get him? He hoped not. The light outside kept on mocking his imprisonment, sweat covering every inch of his skin, the air growing stale every minute. Brooklyn couldn't even move to get rid of the sweat coming down, his vision swimming badly.

He suddenly heard voices. "Poor creature trapped in here. I doubt he would survive given his lack of healthy food recently," taunted one man, making Brooklyn cringe but still not move.

"I bet he could move now if he wanted to. C'mon, Freak, move!" roared the second man, slamming the door with his boot. Brooklyn closed his eyes, flinching but not moving.

"Whatsa matter? Ya shy? We told ya to move!" sneered the first human, knocking the door further, Brooklyn's pupils shrinking further from the noises, more desire now to move than ever. He wanted these men to go away!

"Heh, you know we won't leave unless you tell us to," threatened the second, knocking further.

Brooklyn's sweat grew even further, a cracked whine silently coming. This was horrible, his muscles growing stiff, feeling like he was going into a panic attack, heart beating more terrible than ever, so very dizzy, especially from the humans banging.

Suddenly, Brooklyn's ears perked when hearing a roar from Coldsteel. "Don't bother my precious experiment! He's not supposed to move!" Coldsteel bellowed gruffly, Brooklyn hearing his rival throwing the men away, who yelled in fear.

His ears now were ringing from all of this happening, gasping quietly, as Coldsteel suddenly traced his talons along the doorway. "So, sweet little Brooklyn. Have you moved at all? You've been a good hatchling?"

Tears flooded down Brooklyn's face, the ringing in his head growing louder. So far this was his least favorite test, thinking the ceiling and walls were gonna crush him and the darkness blind him.

"So far it seems like you haven't. I will let you out soon. Just one more hour ought to do it..." purred Coldsteel darkly, which made Brooklyn's belly queasy with more claustrophobia. He was gonna be in here longer?!

"Maybe, it'll be even better if I left you in here until you just turn to stone." mocked Coldsteel further, more sweat dripping down Brooklyn's clammy skin. He didn't want that! "But no... that would be too much. I suppose, I could let you out now."

The dizziness became too much for Brooklyn to handle, the darkness pressing on his eyes until soon, at last, Coldsteel opened the door. Brook whimpered when the light seared his eyes after hours without it, still in his position, still not moving in case Coldsteel locked him in again.

"Hmmm... such a good little hatchling for obeying me..." sneered Coldsteel who noted at how docile and shaky Brooklyn was, who was breathing quickly.

Don't... want to go back... in... thought Brooklyn in fear, his pupils still dilated. Coldsteel laughed. "Who would've thought a cocky thing like you would be claustrophobic, right?" He taunted, petting Brooklyn's cheek, who flinched further but managed to speak.

"You're... s-sick..." Brooklyn struggled to say, while Coldsteel glared, dragging him back to his small room, throwing his prisoner inside. Brooklyn huffed in pain from the force, gazing around at his main room that was just as small, desperate to fly, be free!

A guard by now had brought Brooklyn's usual junk food meal, Brooklyn weakly lying against his bed, looking at his captor in dread at what will happen next. "Now eat your food and rest the best someone like you can until I need you." Coldsteel said darkly, eventually leaving Brooklyn all alone, staring at the food, which he felt he couldn't eat.

But soon, his belly growled after being locked in that horrible dark closet, so Brooklyn gave in, sitting down and picking up a burger, licking his lips, and beginning to eat it, cringing a little from how much weight it would add onto his flesh further. He was gonna have to eat a week's worth of salads to get back to his usual size.

Brooklyn kept gasping after finishing his sugary drink, leaning against the toilet, dry heaving softly but thankfully not throwing up, more tears making his face all wet and sticky, wishing for the wing hugs of his elder, Hudson. He saw Hudson as a father more than he did with Goliath, wishing he didn't yell at him before eventually curling up on the bed to rest his sore body until the sun came up.