Bandersnatch Boyfriend: Amadeus Part Two (special preview)

“You’re so fucking gross.” I stand up and strip off my clothes. As I toss them aside, I see a look come over Amadeus’ face. He leans forward towards me and grabs my hips.

“Turn around,” he snarls.

“What?” I huff. “No! Your ass is the only one getting plowed in this room. You don’t get to use mine.”

“Turn around!” He roars. He pushes me and I nearly trip. He holds me up and his hand moves up my back. “Oh no,” he whispers.

“What?” I snarl. “What’re you doing?” 

Where Amadeus touches my lower back, it hurts. It had been hurting all day, but again, I figured it was because of how inactive I was. “You’re sick.”

“Sick?” I scoff. 

“Purple rash,” he continues. “It’s turning scaly too. How did you not notice this?” He snaps angrily at me.

“I don’t see my back!” I yell at him. “I don’t exactly go looking at it!”

Amadeus gnashes his teeth. “You have Dragon Flu.”

I sit still, touching my back where the scales have already started to grow. They’re going along my spine, aiming towards the back of my neck. “Good,” I reply.

“Good?” Amadeus bellows. “You think this is funny?”

I shrug. “Yeah, just let me die. Everyone wins. You get me off your back, my parents won’t worry, and everything still left to me will go to Pig Village.”

Amadeus grabs hold of my shoulders but his touch is gentle. “I’m not letting you die, you moron!” He growls.

“Well, aren’t you sentimental.” I try to push him away but my arms are heavy. “I don’t need your help.”

“Stubborn as always.” He picks me up and carries me over to his bed. He lays me down and covers me with his blankets. “You rest here, I’ll go and fetch the doctor.”

I kick the blankets away. “Make me.”

Amadeus chains me to the bed, tucks me in then leaves to go fetch the doctor. I’m a little bit proud of him, I must admit.

The doctor comes and prescribes the same treatments that I heard in Pig Village. Amadeus makes me suck on a gold coin or puts one in my tea. He makes me take hot baths filled with gold as well. The scales encroach on my thigh, going around my neck and waist. They grow down my legs so it is hard for me to walk, let alone bend my knees. The scales coat my fingers so that I can’t even hold anything. Amadeus has to tend to me, feed me, help me drink, everything. It is miserable aside from that. I’m in so much pain I can barely think, not to mention how cold I am all the time. 

One evening, I am curled into Amadeus’ lap, scream crying because of how much pain I am in. I have no energy but I somehow find the strength to cry and scream. All the while, Amadeus comforts me and massages my scalp, the only place the scales haven’t reached.

“It’s ok,” he whispers to me. “I’m here. It’s ok.”

“Make it stop!” I plead to him. “Make it stop!”

Amadeus wraps me up in his arms, the only place I don’t feel cold. “I would do anything for you if I could.”

I wake up one morning to find Amadeus painting gold over the dark scales. I’m able to move my fingers after a while and for the first time, I can hold a cup again.

“What’d you do?” I whisper to him. “How did you do this?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he growls. 

After a few days of him painting me, I start to get stronger. I’m able to walk around with his support, and the scales start to flake off. My skin is raw and pink where the scales fall away, so Amadeus has to rub a special ointment on it. 

“This must be so embarrassing to you,” I chuckle. “After all that blustering and puffing out your chest, you end up kowtowed to my whims again.”

“So smug for someone who was crying in my lap a few days ago,” he scoffs. “I know how full of shit you are.”