"I don't know if I can do this." A shrimpy-looking Veemon trembles behind you.
"You can." A Hawkmon steps up to pat him on the shoulder.
"I have to think about this for a while" the Veemon wavers. "We'll come back to it." He makes a vain attempt to flee; a Biyomon steps in his path.
"What's there to think about? This way you at least have a chance." The Veemon whines and the birds haul the door open for him.
A cushy seat stands in front of you. A high pair of stocks stand at the foot of the chair and the majority of an upright metal tube stands behind it.
"Sit down and strap in," drones the voice. Several flatscreens flash to life. Reluctantly, the Veemon sits down and puts his feet in the stocks.
"How about you don't lock it in," the creature meekly suggests. The birds shrug in agreement.
"I said, strap in." The voice has become audibly angry. So, the birds clamp the stocks shut. "put the rings on his middle toes." The Birds take a pair of rings, which are attached with tough cords to the stocks, and place them as instructed. They step back with forced optimism. The chair slides back into the tube and the stocks seal with it. His head is clearly visable above the tube and his feet jut out of the side a little below eye level.
"This is gonna be good!" Shouts the meowth. Raichu's cheeks begin to spark, but his attention is grabbed by the voice.
"Veemon, you are far too skittish for your own good. I am going to teach you to hold still. Above you is a weighted column." Sure enough, a solid column of steel sits above the poor creature. "You are about to be feathered for a scant five minutes. I suggest you hold your feet still." At this, a lone feather on a robotic tentacle emerges from the stocks. It waves slightly, yet menacingly.
"Should you move about too much, that column will come crashing down and your challenge will be completed. Likewise, if any of you were to attempt to help our friend by holding his feet still or grabbing the feather, the result will be no different. But don't worry- I'll be gentle."
A sandy sound alerts you all to the turning of an hourglass on the wall. Supressed laughter turns you back.
The feather arches back and touches its tip to the heel of one foot. Torturously, it begins to slide upwards. A high pitched whine and a slight twitch escape the victim. "Watch it, Vee" warns the Biyomon. The feather reaches the top and touches to the ball of his other foot before slithering down to the heel. Without any warning, it darts to his arches and begins to spin wildly.
"AAAAHHH!!" A high-pitched squeak escapes Veemon, who bites his knucle to supress the laughter; his eyes are rolled back into his head. The feather migrates back up and brushes gently between two toes. They flex involuntarily and the weight twitches.
"Gimme your hand" demands the Biyomon. She kneels down and cleches his hand to help brace his nerves. The Hawkmon mirrors her actions with his other hand. About that time, the feather moves to the tops of his feet.
"I want to see him get crushed, myself" mumbles the meowth.
Minutes pass, and the poor creature holds up- albeit barely.
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