[WIFIES POV]

Parrot hadn't been so hopeless to the point the days blurred in Paragon - the perfect prison with his best friend Wifies as his captor - but doubt definitely fostered with every sunrise he remained one step behind.

The avian knew by now Wifies was truly dead set on keeping him here, and alive. The surveillance, the guards, and whatever pre-set contraptions Parrot doesn't know about proves it.

And Parrot wasn't quite sure if his best friend with the gentle voice and smooth promises was above destroying his last means of freedom:

His wings.

With every attempt he made to fly out (which inevitably fails every time), he can only guess what Wifies feels about them.

"W-Wifies."

The name left Parrot's lips with an unintended stutter. As strong as he wanted to be in front of other's eyes, nothing quite scared him than losing his meaningful appendages.

His arms came up to wrap around himself in a weak attempt to protect himself, backing away from the man before him with obvious intentions to do something to them.

"What are you doing?"

Parrot was terrified.

The snap of bones, tear of flesh, and the prospect of losing their function clawed on his mind when he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for something to happen.

But instead...

A click of a buckle sounded.

Parrot opened his eyes, realizing the binding straps rather than the violent measures he pictured.

Absolutely relieved. But his wings were rendered just as useless anyway.