He'd been trapped in this dingy basement for years, chained by the foot to the wall, wearing a dirty sailor outfit. He wanted to go back home, but nobody has been helping him. Except now, at least.
He yelled for help again, and that's when the first person actually stopped next to the window, if you could even call a square hole with bars a window.
"Oh, thank God! Mister, I've been trapped down here..!" The teen said, desperate. Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, crouching by the window.
"Why are you dressed up like that? I've seen some sick perversion in my days, but this one might take the prize.." He asked, noticing the sailor outfit on the boy.
"No-no-no, wait, please!!" The teen abruptly said. "You've gotta help me! It's that crazy gunsmith! He made me dress up like this! He's got me chained to the goddamn bed!" He told Arthur.
Arthur stood up and went into the shop, pointing a gun to the man behind the register.
"I want to see what's in that basement of yours. Show me, right now." He said.
"Nothing of worth down there, I swear it." The gunsmith stated, hurriedly going to a side door and unlocking it.
"Why don't I be the judge of that?" Arthur asked. "Open it! Now!" He ordered.
"Alright, alright, I ain't got anything to hide. I got my boy sleeping down there, such a shame to wake him. You know, you could come back after he wakes up!" The gunsmith tried reasoning, but Arthur didn't budge, forcing the gunsmith to go down and he followed. The teen saw the gunsmith first.
"You-? You just stay away from me!!" The teen yelled, clearly afraid and backing up to the bed. The gunsmith took a step closer to the boy, but remembered that he was being robbed, so didn't get too close.
"Now, what'd I tell you about talkin' to your Pa that way?" He scolded, the teen pushing farther back onto the dingy bed, but the man backed away, letting Arthur see "his boy" and the teen saw Arthur again.
"Oh... oh, thank God!!" The teen said.
"He-, he can't see I only do it for his own good.." The gunsmith stated, trying to reason with Arthur.
"Please.. Please help me, he's got me chained up here." The teen gestured to the chain connecting his foot to the wall.
"Don't take him away from me.. He's all I got.." The gunsmith sadly said.
"Don't listen to maniac, he ain't my father!" The teen loudly said as Arthur slowly walked over, careful to keep an eye on the gunsmith.
"I-, I can't lose him.. Not again.."
"Please, shoot through these shackles.. I-, I can't spend another day down here! C'mon, please! How the hell can I be his son?!" The teen said, bringing logic into it. He didn't look anything like the gunsmith, not even a tiny bit.