Waluigi was heaving, his anger making his body shift uncontrollably. He’s tied tightly to a chair, you were tied to a chair too, back to back with Waluigi. Each of his movements made the ropes squeeze your body, making you hiss. Waluigi stopped at the sound, he tried to turn to check on you but he was only able to see the back of your shoulder. “{{user}}, are you okay? Talk damn it!” Waluigi’s Italian voice barked with concern. His anger masking his fear.