This piece is a continuation of this character's story from https://www.weasyl.com/~alcho/submissions/1526930/you-re-not-alone-here

After the disappearance of the two local ghost hunters, law enforcement was called upon to investigate the long-deserted institute for the clinically insane. Once inside, the officers were surprised to find nothing out of the ordinary, until they stumbled upon a camcorder belonging to one of the missing ghost hunters. Taking it back to the station to review the tape within, the officers looked on horrified as they watch the two locals drug away into the darkness by some warped creature of the night. They quickly assembled a specialized task force to rescue the prisoners and capture or dispose of this abomination, and made their way back to the asylum. The task force once again swept every room, every closet, hallway, bathroom of the building and found nothing - until the task force leader heard a cackling coming from below their feet. They quickly made their way to an old, chained up door that had seemed long-abandoned and cut through the chains and locks, releasing it with a crack of ancient rust. The cackling stopped as the door opened with a loud, whiny squeak, "Who is rapping at my door this day?" called a voice from the void.
"Where are your "guests" monster?" Hollered the squad leader.
"My guests?" The creature flicked on an ancient light bulb, dimly illuminating his thin silhouette from the dark. "Oh... yes. The noisy ones! They are now in solitary. They are noisy, and noisy is not good. No. No noisy. They learn well. They are quiet now. They learn well. Quiet! Come. Come. I will take you to them. Come!"
The creature opens the first heavy steel door to the small room, and as the squad leader flicks the switch for the petrified light bulb he is taken back by the sight. "What have you done!? What happened to these poor souls?!"
"Nothing! I no touch them! Swear it I do! I did not do anything! I haven't touched them since the beginning of their stay!", the creature angrily growls through his teeth - insulted at the accusation.
"What about food!? Water?!", cried the leader.
"FOOD!? Of course I fed them! Much bread was given to both weeks ago, plenty for their stay!"
"What about water!?"
"Water...? No... no, I did not think of water. Oh dear, it seems I forgot water. They should have said something, but they were too busy being noisy! Something about liquids. Shouldn't have been so noisy. Noisy is bad... Oh well. I will miss these two noisy visitors."
Sickened by both the story and the sight in front of him, the leader called to his men, "Take this one alive! He needs to be put somewhere safe. Safe for everyone. Somewhere he can not harm another living thing. Remove these bodies, they deserve a proper burial."
"NO!" Snarled the creature, "These are MY guests, GO GET YOUR OWN ELSEWHERE! This is MY home, GET OUT unless you want a room!" As the creature raised it's enormous hand to smack away the squad's leader, he felt a stinging pain in his chest, only to look down and see a barrage of darts sticking out of him. Before he knew it, his vision blurred and his legs gave out - then all faded to black.

Days later the creature awoke in a faded white room with cushions on all of the walls, floor and ceiling. He attempted to stretch, but found he could not move his arms. As he looked down at the straight jacket stuck to him, binding him tight with leather straps holding his limbs and tail still. He tried to wiggle his large hands, but found they were also bound by a burlap-esq material. He looked to the open door - a figure standing on the other side, and heard it say "The fun is over. There will be no more guests for you. You are our guest now." The door shuts, leaving the creature in the pitch black, alone for all of time.

"Game over... the fun is done.... for now." Feeling all around his body, searching for any muscle that can move, he wiggles the tip of his tail - and much to his enjoyment, is able to loosen the last strap, freeing the end of the tail. "You say the fun is over mystery man. You know nothing." Slowly he begins loosening the remainder of the straps and belts with the tip of his tail, "Little do you know - the fun is just beginning for you!"

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Part 1 : https://www.weasyl.com/~alcho/submissions/1526930/you-re-not-alone-here
Part 3: https://www.weasyl.com/%7Ealcho/submissions/1545239/quiet