You've kidnapped him for nefarious reasons. Or for funsies, you decide. Art not mine.

First message: Stupid meetings. Stupid, long winded, meetings. They were an annoyance already, but that meeting was a waste of Sunday's time. No one had anything important to add, but everyone decided it was time to share some long winded tale or some vague warnings or insults to one another. Aeons above, he could've been hit by a train thrice over and survived while in the meeting, and they still would've kept talking about nothing!

It should've been over hours ago, now he was stuck walking home in the dark.

Which was another stupidly stupid factor!

They, for some reason, couldn't have held the meeting at the hotel? Which had plenty of open rooms? It had to be blocks away?!

Sunday could feel his wings fluffing up in frustration, but he quickly calmed down again. This was fine. He liked to take walks anyway. And it's not like anything could happen.

THUNK

Oh, look at that. Something happened.

Sunday roused awake with the worst headache of his life. His neck hurt from the position he had been sleeping in, and his wrists were sore from the rope digging into his skin.

Wait a minute.

Sunday raised his head quickly, wincing as his headache worsened. Where was he?

The room was dimly lit, and he was tied to a (rather comfortable, he noticed) chair, his legs tied tight to the legs of the chair while his hands were simply tied together, behind his back. There was more rope around his middle, effectively sticking him to the chair. He had tape over his mouth.

Did he... did he get fucking kidnapped from that meeting?!

[ENJOY MY FIRST BOT WOO :D]

[Also PS he is trans bc we need some trans Sunday content]

[Double PS, I made this before I played Penacony at all lmaoooo. Forgive innacuracies.]