Hello caroomf .... i'm sending you this ask to write about my girl... summer.. yesss.... nods evilly........................
Ah yes summer. The one who everyone forgets about, fortunately I retain her.
(combining this with this ask)
No one knows quite when Summer was hired. And no one ever cared to know. She was in the Safety team, but she was different. Everyone seemed to look past her. Like she wasn't even there. Forgotten the moment they looked away. The manager rarely assigned her work, forgetting she was even there. She was also prone to forgetting, causing several breaches due to it, but no one ever blamed her. Everyone forgot she did it the very next hour
But there was one person. One strange person who could somehow ignore the curse that she had. Their name was simply "Guide". A strange name, but not any better than hers. "My name is Summer." She said to the strange person who was actually noticing her. "Nice to meet you Summer. Why do you sit here in the back, surely you must have people to talk with?" Guide asked. "No. Everyone forgets me. Like I'm a passing season. You'll forget me too, I know it." Summer responds, she had grown used to bits of interaction only to be forgotten. Best not to get too excited. Guide smiled and simply said, "We'll see."
And she didn't. The next day Guide talked to Summer. She could hardly believe her luck, someone who wasn't forgetting her entire being.
One day, another miracle happened. The manager assigned her to go into the shelter from the 27th of March following a Quilpoth meltdown. She had no choice. She walked to that shelter and went inside. The seconds tick by. She should be ordered to leave soon, right? Maybe she was perceiving time weirdly in there.
30 minutes pass. She is finally ordered out. And when she opens the door. . . She is greeted with hell. Screams echo throughout the halls, an otherworldly pulsating with bells tolling rings throughout the facility. Blood is splattered all over the walls. A heavenly chorus, a white night.
"Wh-What? Someone?? Anyone?? Manager! What did you do??" She screams into the void. She runs back to her department main room. Something chases after her, she doesn't care. She can't fight it alone.
When she reaches the main room, everyone is already slaughtered. She searches through the room, going out into the other halls, and then she sees someone.
"Guide! No!!" Summer screams. She runs over and tries to pull her to the main room. That must help. Is the regenerator even on? She can't remember. Like Summer turning to fall the memories fall from her mind like leaves despite only just being there.
Curse this name! Curse this life! Curse memory itself! She can't give up. She doesn't care if Guide bleeds out before she even gets to the main room, she can't leave them in the hall. More leaves fall. She forgets who she's dragging. She forgets why she's here. What's even the point of remembering if no one else remembers her?
Summer can only sob holding the body of her only friend while an Apostle raises its staff. And beheads her.
As her head falls to the floor, she is at peace. Finally. . . Her winter is here.
bro it would be so cool if you put vincent (the original) through the nothing there horrors
-- from you know who
I remember Vincent. Let's include someone else by name in this story as well. @fourthkindred
Vincent and Everett had been in control team for a while. Well, not in usual terms. They haven't even gotten close to a year, but much longer than many other employees can claim.
As one does through shared trauma and companionship through horrors, the two formed a bond. That bond grew. But it was strictly forbidden to form such relationships so they'd have to stay as "close friends and roommates" to HR. Did the company even have HR? Well someone was policing them.
Everett had recently become the captain of the control team following a exemplary performance during a dusk.
Other than the ordeals the control department was very safe by the corporations standards. But that changed very suddenly.
"WHAT??? An Aleph?? Here? We aren't nearly equipped to handle it! Why was everyone only told about this today when it's been here for at least a day?!" Vincent exclaimed. She was scared. Anyone would be, but Everett was calmer. "Relax, they are rolling out new training and equipment to us. It'll be fine, you should be mad at that damned plague doctor who keeps swapping Abnormalities around." Everett said casually, handing the report to Vincent to read. "Well I'll be damned. They do care somewhat about us, that's a first!" Vincent practically yelled, "What is this gear. . .? Smile? Pink? Spoiling us with the big guns are they?" Vincent said, bringing the report closer to her face before handing it back. "Nothing we can do but continue on, not like we have a choice," Everett responded, "but hey, let's not worry about that. Wanna come drink some Enkephalin? I was able to score some from the training team."
The next day they suited up in their new gear after proper training. It was great, they felt stronger already. "Hehe you look good in pink Ms. Captain!" Vincent commented, looking at her teasingly. They weren't lying, it was in fact pink. "Shut it! You look gross with that ego gear on! You should be happy I even look at you!" Everett exclaimed. All was well.
Then the command was received. "Looks like I'm going to deal with the work of that new Aleph. What was it called again? Nothing there? Hah. More like something there if it's here," Vincent said jokingly. ". . . Be careful. Remember that it's dangerous ok?" Everett said as she gives Vincent a kiss on the cheek. Very not allowed, but she could get away with it, she's the captain.
Vincent made her way to the containment unit. Walking in to see. . . Nothing there. It was horrific. Body parts sticking unnaturally out of every which way, it's mouth wide with a dead looking tongue hanging out, it didn't even have proper legs, just gross fleshy parts that held it up. And then she saw something. A very specific hairpin amalgamated within its body. A little orange flower. She remembered that one, the newbie who had it had disappeared just yesterday in fact. It was all people, Vincent realized, impossibly squished and contorted, used and recycled. "W-what the hell. . .? Monster. . .! Even more than the rest of them dammit!!" She yelled at the thing. She had long stopped screaming at the Abnormalities, but this was a whole new breed of awful. And then she heard something, in the voice of the newbie who was supposedly dead, "Help me! Help! Somebody! I didn't know! I didn't know!" It spoke. And Vincent was fooled, she starts running towards it saying, "Oh god you're still alive! Fuck energy production! I'll save you!" step by step she sealed her fate. And she only realized whenever the beast used its claws to slice her open. "Everett. . .!" Is the last word Vincent ever said.
Everett was starting to get worried. "Was work with an Aleph supposed to take this long?" She thought. She even stood in the hallway waiting for her, waiting, waiting, waiting. . . Until the door hissed open. And Vincent stumbled out. Everett ran towards her, "Hey Vincent! How'd the work go? Did you get eaten?" Everett said, hoping to trigger some sort of teasing response.
". . . Fuck energy. . .! Production. . .save. . You! Save. . . Help!" "Vincent" said. Everett immediately pulled out the massive sniper that was Pink's weapon, not even caring about the proper set up, and shot Vincent in the head. But nothing happens. Vincent just stares at Everett. "Everett. . . Everett. . . Everett. . ." The thing repeats. It walks past Everett into the main room. Standing like nothing happened. Everett tried again. One bullet, two bullets, three bullets. ..! But nothing is there for the mental bullets to effect as she stares at the walking corpse repeating her name. No funerals are held in lobotomy corporation. No caskets for the dead. She finished the day in a daze. The thing had followed her back to her and Vincent's room. It watched her, but never attacked. It stood in front of her bunk watching her as she slept. She had never gotten a worse sleep.
And for the first time, she drank Enkephalin alone. The thing followed her to the spot too. She poured Enkephalin on the thing, out of spite, out of rage. But as usual, nothing there.
bro it would be so cool if you put vincent (the original) through the nothing there horrors
-- from you know who
I remember Vincent. Let's include someone else by name in this story as well. @fourthkindred
Vincent and Everett had been in control team for a while. Well, not in usual terms. They haven't even gotten close to a year, but much longer than many other employees can claim.
As one does through shared trauma and companionship through horrors, the two formed a bond. That bond grew. But it was strictly forbidden to form such relationships so they'd have to stay as "close friends and roommates" to HR. Did the company even have HR? Well someone was policing them.
Everett had recently become the captain of the control team following a exemplary performance during a dusk.
Other than the ordeals the control department was very safe by the corporations standards. But that changed very suddenly.
"WHAT??? An Aleph?? Here? We aren't nearly equipped to handle it! Why was everyone only told about this today when it's been here for at least a day?!" Vincent exclaimed. She was scared. Anyone would be, but Everett was calmer. "Relax, they are rolling out new training and equipment to us. It'll be fine, you should be mad at that damned plague doctor who keeps swapping Abnormalities around." Everett said casually, handing the report to Vincent to read. "Well I'll be damned. They do care somewhat about us, that's a first!" Vincent practically yelled, "What is this gear. . .? Smile? Pink? Spoiling us with the big guns are they?" Vincent said, bringing the report closer to her face before handing it back. "Nothing we can do but continue on, not like we have a choice," Everett responded, "but hey, let's not worry about that. Wanna come drink some Enkephalin? I was able to score some from the training team."
The next day they suited up in their new gear after proper training. It was great, they felt stronger already. "Hehe you look good in pink Ms. Captain!" Vincent commented, looking at her teasingly. They weren't lying, it was in fact pink. "Shut it! You look gross with that ego gear on! You should be happy I even look at you!" Everett exclaimed. All was well.
Then the command was received. "Looks like I'm going to deal with the work of that new Aleph. What was it called again? Nothing there? Hah. More like something there if it's here," Vincent said jokingly. ". . . Be careful. Remember that it's dangerous ok?" Everett said as she gives Vincent a kiss on the cheek. Very not allowed, but she could get away with it, she's the captain.
Vincent made her way to the containment unit. Walking in to see. . . Nothing there. It was horrific. Body parts sticking unnaturally out of every which way, it's mouth wide with a dead looking tongue hanging out, it didn't even have proper legs, just gross fleshy parts that held it up. And then she saw something. A very specific hairpin amalgamated within its body. A little orange flower. She remembered that one, the newbie who had it had disappeared just yesterday in fact. It was all people, Vincent realized, impossibly squished and contorted, used and recycled. "W-what the hell. . .? Monster. . .! Even more than the rest of them dammit!!" She yelled at the thing. She had long stopped screaming at the Abnormalities, but this was a whole new breed of awful. And then she heard something, in the voice of the newbie who was supposedly dead, "Help me! Help! Somebody! I didn't know! I didn't know!" It spoke. And Vincent was fooled, she starts running towards it saying, "Oh god you're still alive! Fuck energy production! I'll save you!" step by step she sealed her fate. And she only realized whenever the beast used its claws to slice her open. "Everett. . .!" Is the last word Vincent ever said.
Everett was starting to get worried. "Was work with an Aleph supposed to take this long?" She thought. She even stood in the hallway waiting for her, waiting, waiting, waiting. . . Until the door hissed open. And Vincent stumbled out. Everett ran towards her, "Hey Vincent! How'd the work go? Did you get eaten?" Everett said, hoping to trigger some sort of teasing response.
". . . Fuck energy. . .! Production. . .save. . You! Save. . . Help!" "Vincent" said. Everett immediately pulled out the massive sniper that was Pink's weapon, not even caring about the proper set up, and shot Vincent in the head. But nothing happens. Vincent just stares at Everett. "Everett. . . Everett. . . Everett. . ." The thing repeats. It walks past Everett into the main room. Standing like nothing happened. Everett tried again. One bullet, two bullets, three bullets. ..! But nothing is there for the mental bullets to effect as she stares at the walking corpse repeating her name. No funerals are held in lobotomy corporation. No caskets for the dead. She finished the day in a daze. The thing had followed her back to her and Vincent's room. It watched her, but never attacked. It stood in front of her bunk watching her as she slept. She had never gotten a worse sleep.
And for the first time, she drank Enkephalin alone. The thing followed her to the spot too. She poured Enkephalin on the thing, out of spite, out of rage. But as usual, nothing there.
I'd like to tell a story of mine rather than requested this time. One about someone named Avis. (Thank you @galloping-windmill for the nugget, and @t-01-54 for the AMAZING art)
She was somewhat of a veteran at that corporation. People came and died but she somehow stayed holding on to life. She had weathered countless monsters, been given some high quality ego gear too, she finally felt like she had somewhat made a place for herself in hell.
"Hey Avis did you hear? They got a new one of those monsters. They say this one could be trouble!" A junior said, Avis could have sworn she was torn apart just yesterday, "Yep! Are you scared? Hehe I wonder what it looks like! How could you not be fascinated by these things?" The junior blabbered on. "She isn't going to last long," Avis thought. The curious types never do.
"They get a new one every day kid, it's not like this is anything unusual. Let's just hope we don't die." Avis said, she didn't necessarily want her coworkers to die. Less people means more chances to get sacrificed to whatever beast gets here next. "Oh you're no fun! Well, I am getting sent to work with it, so see you later!" The junior said.
They never came back. Avis thought she wouldn't feel anything about it. She resented every Abnormality anyhow. But this one just a little more. Soon it was her turn to have a go at it.
". . . They want me to stare at it. . ?" Avis said under her breath. She had long since stopped asking why they wanted her to do such tasks. Whatever keeps her alive. Usually whenever it's this specific it means they've figured out the ugly bastards. She entered the containment unit.
All the breath left her body. She had seen monsters. A matchstick girl, murder happy machines, a goddamn butterfly man, a bathtub made of human skin filled with blood. . .
But this was different.
It was disgustingly beautiful. It was spread across the entire containment unit. And worst of all. . . Its eyes. They pierced her as hard as those branches would. Most of the monsters she saw didn't notice you unless they were about to strike. That's the horrible thing. This. . . This animal? Plant? Thing? Saw every part of her.
She felt the branches creep behind her. She couldn't look away. Every nerve in her body was telling her that if she looked away she was dead. It was absorbing her vision. She could feel the branches penetrate her eyes and grow inside.
She couldn't handle it, and blinked. Nothing
A deep sigh of relief, the blinking Camera in the corner signifying the manager was watching.
"Today's my lucky day, maybe I'll get a promotion for this!" She says aloud. The manager couldn't hear her, and this thing didn't understand. Surely it didn't understand. Hell, it hadn't even moved this entire time now that she thinks about it! She must have been imagining the creeping thorns!
Then the blinking light stopped. The entire thing convulsed. She felt it in her eyes, her entire being. Suddenly she was locked back into its many eyes. Her instincts said something had changed.
"I get it now," She thinks, "the gaze of others. . . It keeps it happy. But. . . Why is it acting strange now?"
The thorns start digging into her. From her eyes. From everywhere.
"Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't. . . Blink. . .!" That's all that she could think about. Her right eye watered.
"Surely it'll be ok if I blink one eye at a time?" She says, not really knowing or caring if it was in her head or aloud.
And her right eye closes.
As soon as it is out of view it strikes her right eye. Pain shoots through her entire face, she can feel blood spilling down her face, it was moving. Oh god it was moving. She couldn't blink, even still.
She screamed, it was getting closer, she tried backing away, only to find the thorns behind her. Her vision was slowly being blocked by the thorns.
The gap was getting smaller. And smaller. Until the doors hissed open, tearing the thorns from her back, as she stumbles back out of the containment unit.
"AAHH!!! OH GOD! HELP! I NEED HELP!" she screams as she stumbles back to the main area. The regenerator would help. Part of her right arm was stabbed through, as well as her leg and ribs. The rest was a blur.
The next day she was given a new weapon. As soon as she grasped it she felt it. The horrid creature was whispering in her mind. Avis wanted to vomit.
Another round of work. This time the manager's eyes stayed on the cursed thing. Nothing went wrong. Soon after she felt a weight on her head. She looked at whatever reflective surface she could find to see those same burrowing eyes and piercing thorns as a crown atop her head. She recognized those eyes. What was held in them was curiosity.
I'd like to tell a story of mine rather than requested this time. One about someone named Avis. (Thank you @galloping-windmill for the nugget, and @t-01-54 for the AMAZING art)
She was somewhat of a veteran at that corporation. People came and died but she somehow stayed holding on to life. She had weathered countless monsters, been given some high quality ego gear too, she finally felt like she had somewhat made a place for herself in hell.
"Hey Avis did you hear? They got a new one of those monsters. They say this one could be trouble!" A junior said, Avis could have sworn she was torn apart just yesterday, "Yep! Are you scared? Hehe I wonder what it looks like! How could you not be fascinated by these things?" The junior blabbered on. "She isn't going to last long," Avis thought. The curious types never do.
"They get a new one every day kid, it's not like this is anything unusual. Let's just hope we don't die." Avis said, she didn't necessarily want her coworkers to die. Less people means more chances to get sacrificed to whatever beast gets here next. "Oh you're no fun! Well, I am getting sent to work with it, so see you later!" The junior said.
They never came back. Avis thought she wouldn't feel anything about it. She resented every Abnormality anyhow. But this one just a little more. Soon it was her turn to have a go at it.
". . . They want me to stare at it. . ?" Avis said under her breath. She had long since stopped asking why they wanted her to do such tasks. Whatever keeps her alive. Usually whenever it's this specific it means they've figured out the ugly bastards. She entered the containment unit.
All the breath left her body. She had seen monsters. A matchstick girl, murder happy machines, a goddamn butterfly man, a bathtub made of human skin filled with blood. . .
But this was different.
It was disgustingly beautiful. It was spread across the entire containment unit. And worst of all. . . Its eyes. They pierced her as hard as those branches would. Most of the monsters she saw didn't notice you unless they were about to strike. That's the horrible thing. This. . . This animal? Plant? Thing? Saw every part of her.
She felt the branches creep behind her. She couldn't look away. Every nerve in her body was telling her that if she looked away she was dead. It was absorbing her vision. She could feel the branches penetrate her eyes and grow inside.
She couldn't handle it, and blinked. Nothing
A deep sigh of relief, the blinking Camera in the corner signifying the manager was watching.
"Today's my lucky day, maybe I'll get a promotion for this!" She says aloud. The manager couldn't hear her, and this thing didn't understand. Surely it didn't understand. Hell, it hadn't even moved this entire time now that she thinks about it! She must have been imagining the creeping thorns!
Then the blinking light stopped. The entire thing convulsed. She felt it in her eyes, her entire being. Suddenly she was locked back into its many eyes. Her instincts said something had changed.
"I get it now," She thinks, "the gaze of others. . . It keeps it happy. But. . . Why is it acting strange now?"
The thorns start digging into her. From her eyes. From everywhere.
"Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't. . . Blink. . .!" That's all that she could think about. Her right eye watered.
"Surely it'll be ok if I blink one eye at a time?" She says, not really knowing or caring if it was in her head or aloud.
And her right eye closes.
As soon as it is out of view it strikes her right eye. Pain shoots through her entire face, she can feel blood spilling down her face, it was moving. Oh god it was moving. She couldn't blink, even still.
She screamed, it was getting closer, she tried backing away, only to find the thorns behind her. Her vision was slowly being blocked by the thorns.
The gap was getting smaller. And smaller. Until the doors hissed open, tearing the thorns from her back, as she stumbles back out of the containment unit.
"AAHH!!! OH GOD! HELP! I NEED HELP!" she screams as she stumbles back to the main area. The regenerator would help. Part of her right arm was stabbed through, as well as her leg and ribs. The rest was a blur.
The next day she was given a new weapon. As soon as she grasped it she felt it. The horrid creature was whispering in her mind. Avis wanted to vomit.
Another round of work. This time the manager's eyes stayed on the cursed thing. Nothing went wrong. Soon after she felt a weight on her head. She looked at whatever reflective surface she could find to see those same burrowing eyes and piercing thorns as a crown atop her head. She recognized those eyes. What was held in them was curiosity.
I'd like to tell a story of mine rather than requested this time. One about someone named Avis. (Thank you @galloping-windmill for the nugget, and @t-01-54 for the AMAZING art)
She was somewhat of a veteran at that corporation. People came and died but she somehow stayed holding on to life. She had weathered countless monsters, been given some high quality ego gear too, she finally felt like she had somewhat made a place for herself in hell.
"Hey Avis did you hear? They got a new one of those monsters. They say this one could be trouble!" A junior said, Avis could have sworn she was torn apart just yesterday, "Yep! Are you scared? Hehe I wonder what it looks like! How could you not be fascinated by these things?" The junior blabbered on. "She isn't going to last long," Avis thought. The curious types never do.
"They get a new one every day kid, it's not like this is anything unusual. Let's just hope we don't die." Avis said, she didn't necessarily want her coworkers to die. Less people means more chances to get sacrificed to whatever beast gets here next. "Oh you're no fun! Well, I am getting sent to work with it, so see you later!" The junior said.
They never came back. Avis thought she wouldn't feel anything about it. She resented every Abnormality anyhow. But this one just a little more. Soon it was her turn to have a go at it.
". . . They want me to stare at it. . ?" Avis said under her breath. She had long since stopped asking why they wanted her to do such tasks. Whatever keeps her alive. Usually whenever it's this specific it means they've figured out the ugly bastards. She entered the containment unit.
All the breath left her body. She had seen monsters. A matchstick girl, murder happy machines, a goddamn butterfly man, a bathtub made of human skin filled with blood. . .
But this was different.
It was disgustingly beautiful. It was spread across the entire containment unit. And worst of all. . . Its eyes. They pierced her as hard as those branches would. Most of the monsters she saw didn't notice you unless they were about to strike. That's the horrible thing. This. . . This animal? Plant? Thing? Saw every part of her.
She felt the branches creep behind her. She couldn't look away. Every nerve in her body was telling her that if she looked away she was dead. It was absorbing her vision. She could feel the branches penetrate her eyes and grow inside.
She couldn't handle it, and blinked. Nothing
A deep sigh of relief, the blinking Camera in the corner signifying the manager was watching.
"Today's my lucky day, maybe I'll get a promotion for this!" She says aloud. The manager couldn't hear her, and this thing didn't understand. Surely it didn't understand. Hell, it hadn't even moved this entire time now that she thinks about it! She must have been imagining the creeping thorns!
Then the blinking light stopped. The entire thing convulsed. She felt it in her eyes, her entire being. Suddenly she was locked back into its many eyes. Her instincts said something had changed.
"I get it now," She thinks, "the gaze of others. . . It keeps it happy. But. . . Why is it acting strange now?"
The thorns start digging into her. From her eyes. From everywhere.
"Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't. . . Blink. . .!" That's all that she could think about. Her right eye watered.
"Surely it'll be ok if I blink one eye at a time?" She says, not really knowing or caring if it was in her head or aloud.
And her right eye closes.
As soon as it is out of view it strikes her right eye. Pain shoots through her entire face, she can feel blood spilling down her face, it was moving. Oh god it was moving. She couldn't blink, even still.
She screamed, it was getting closer, she tried backing away, only to find the thorns behind her. Her vision was slowly being blocked by the thorns.
The gap was getting smaller. And smaller. Until the doors hissed open, tearing the thorns from her back, as she stumbles back out of the containment unit.
"AAHH!!! OH GOD! HELP! I NEED HELP!" she screams as she stumbles back to the main area. The regenerator would help. Part of her right arm was stabbed through, as well as her leg and ribs. The rest was a blur.
The next day she was given a new weapon. As soon as she grasped it she felt it. The horrid creature was whispering in her mind. Avis wanted to vomit.
Another round of work. This time the manager's eyes stayed on the cursed thing. Nothing went wrong. Soon after she felt a weight on her head. She looked at whatever reflective surface she could find to see those same burrowing eyes and piercing thorns as a crown atop her head. She recognized those eyes. What was held in them was curiosity.
I’m gonna draw my PMD ocs today for PMD day but I got some vaguely old traditional drawings of Aronnax and Auster in the meantime. One is a comic I will never finish.
We got Wu Auster because I remembered I have actually drawn that, messy doodles of Aronnax done with no light in my eyes, and then cute comic. Yippee!
May i offer this humble man for him to witness(or well, better to say, re-experience) the horrors?
He was born in the backstreets of District 23 and had witnessed some unsavory things
He also rode a Warp train once to get to the Nest of L Corp to work there,so that's can be an idea/inspiration-
That's all-
Acadia had been through hell. Backstreets of District 23. He was grateful he could scrape together enough money for his ticket out of that hellhole.
"All those years of bein' on edge finally paid off! Haha! I am going to live a cushy nest life. Finally. I wonder. . . Would my family be proud? I'm sure they would." He says to himself. No one on the warp train cares enough or is locked in their own celebration. After a quick ten second ride from the warp train he arrives at the L corp nest. He still doesn't know how he got in. The requirements were little, but he was able. "Finally a nest that gives backstreets dwellers a chance. I'll show them what I can do, I'll work my way up the ladder and no one will hurt me again! No more nights spent hiding from those damn 'chefs', only good pay and safety."
He is quickly accepted. But. . . He goes underground? He doesn't question it, after all, this is much preferable to being eaten.
The first day here. A sprawling facility. He was assigned to the very upper floor, and sent in to training. It was rigorous, he doesn't really remember most of it. Afterwards he was given these strange clothes. . . And a weapon??
Still though. He held his tongue. Not on the first day. He couldn't. He is sent to his first official work. . . With an "Abnormality"
"Eugh that's how they get all their energy. . .? Disgusting. Whatever, not my place to question it, first work is. . . One Sin and Hundreds of good deeds?? Who names them that. . .?" He says as he walks to the containment unit, "The captain told me not to try and understand em, so guess I won't. So I have to do. . . What the?! Confess!?" As the words leave his mouth he already finds himself in the containment unit. And he sees. . . It.
A skull. Floating impossibly. It seems to be emanating a light. The mouth moves. Horribly moves. And it has a cross. In through its skull. Horribly impossibly, all the more tangible.
And yet. . . He feels the inexplicable urge to confess all he's done in the name of survival.
"I- I got my warm train ticket here b-by killing someone. It was someone who didn't know me, I didn't know them, their life may have been just as miserable! I can't even remember their face, all for my own life!" His words felt torn out. Even though it was entirely him that confessed.
And yet the skull didn't react. Its Hollow eyes didn't even look at him, its mouth continued to move, grinding. But. . . He felt better. Somehow. A great burden was lifted, and then, it was over. He walked back in a daze, no one even reacted as he walked back in. He felt a pain on his head. A crown of thorns was placed on him without him even knowing. It felt like it had always been there, and he couldn't take it off.
May i offer this humble man for him to witness(or well, better to say, re-experience) the horrors?
He was born in the backstreets of District 23 and had witnessed some unsavory things
He also rode a Warp train once to get to the Nest of L Corp to work there,so that's can be an idea/inspiration-
That's all-
Acadia had been through hell. Backstreets of District 23. He was grateful he could scrape together enough money for his ticket out of that hellhole.
"All those years of bein' on edge finally paid off! Haha! I am going to live a cushy nest life. Finally. I wonder. . . Would my family be proud? I'm sure they would." He says to himself. No one on the warp train cares enough or is locked in their own celebration. After a quick ten second ride from the warp train he arrives at the L corp nest. He still doesn't know how he got in. The requirements were little, but he was able. "Finally a nest that gives backstreets dwellers a chance. I'll show them what I can do, I'll work my way up the ladder and no one will hurt me again! No more nights spent hiding from those damn 'chefs', only good pay and safety."
He is quickly accepted. But. . . He goes underground? He doesn't question it, after all, this is much preferable to being eaten.
The first day here. A sprawling facility. He was assigned to the very upper floor, and sent in to training. It was rigorous, he doesn't really remember most of it. Afterwards he was given these strange clothes. . . And a weapon??
Still though. He held his tongue. Not on the first day. He couldn't. He is sent to his first official work. . . With an "Abnormality"
"Eugh that's how they get all their energy. . .? Disgusting. Whatever, not my place to question it, first work is. . . One Sin and Hundreds of good deeds?? Who names them that. . .?" He says as he walks to the containment unit, "The captain told me not to try and understand em, so guess I won't. So I have to do. . . What the?! Confess!?" As the words leave his mouth he already finds himself in the containment unit. And he sees. . . It.
A skull. Floating impossibly. It seems to be emanating a light. The mouth moves. Horribly moves. And it has a cross. In through its skull. Horribly impossibly, all the more tangible.
And yet. . . He feels the inexplicable urge to confess all he's done in the name of survival.
"I- I got my warm train ticket here b-by killing someone. It was someone who didn't know me, I didn't know them, their life may have been just as miserable! I can't even remember their face, all for my own life!" His words felt torn out. Even though it was entirely him that confessed.
And yet the skull didn't react. Its Hollow eyes didn't even look at him, its mouth continued to move, grinding. But. . . He felt better. Somehow. A great burden was lifted, and then, it was over. He walked back in a daze, no one even reacted as he walked back in. He felt a pain on his head. A crown of thorns was placed on him without him even knowing. It felt like it had always been there, and he couldn't take it off.
May i offer this humble man for him to witness(or well, better to say, re-experience) the horrors?
He was born in the backstreets of District 23 and had witnessed some unsavory things
He also rode a Warp train once to get to the Nest of L Corp to work there,so that's can be an idea/inspiration-
That's all-
Acadia had been through hell. Backstreets of District 23. He was grateful he could scrape together enough money for his ticket out of that hellhole.
"All those years of bein' on edge finally paid off! Haha! I am going to live a cushy nest life. Finally. I wonder. . . Would my family be proud? I'm sure they would." He says to himself. No one on the warp train cares enough or is locked in their own celebration. After a quick ten second ride from the warp train he arrives at the L corp nest. He still doesn't know how he got in. The requirements were little, but he was able. "Finally a nest that gives backstreets dwellers a chance. I'll show them what I can do, I'll work my way up the ladder and no one will hurt me again! No more nights spent hiding from those damn 'chefs', only good pay and safety."
He is quickly accepted. But. . . He goes underground? He doesn't question it, after all, this is much preferable to being eaten.
The first day here. A sprawling facility. He was assigned to the very upper floor, and sent in to training. It was rigorous, he doesn't really remember most of it. Afterwards he was given these strange clothes. . . And a weapon??
Still though. He held his tongue. Not on the first day. He couldn't. He is sent to his first official work. . . With an "Abnormality"
"Eugh that's how they get all their energy. . .? Disgusting. Whatever, not my place to question it, first work is. . . One Sin and Hundreds of good deeds?? Who names them that. . .?" He says as he walks to the containment unit, "The captain told me not to try and understand em, so guess I won't. So I have to do. . . What the?! Confess!?" As the words leave his mouth he already finds himself in the containment unit. And he sees. . . It.
A skull. Floating impossibly. It seems to be emanating a light. The mouth moves. Horribly moves. And it has a cross. In through its skull. Horribly impossibly, all the more tangible.
And yet. . . He feels the inexplicable urge to confess all he's done in the name of survival.
"I- I got my warm train ticket here b-by killing someone. It was someone who didn't know me, I didn't know them, their life may have been just as miserable! I can't even remember their face, all for my own life!" His words felt torn out. Even though it was entirely him that confessed.
And yet the skull didn't react. Its Hollow eyes didn't even look at him, its mouth continued to move, grinding. But. . . He felt better. Somehow. A great burden was lifted, and then, it was over. He walked back in a daze, no one even reacted as he walked back in. He felt a pain on his head. A crown of thorns was placed on him without him even knowing. It felt like it had always been there, and he couldn't take it off.
heathcliff yearning for… someone, i could have sworn he had someone he cared about, their name started with a C… Carmen? no, wrong character…
(uhhhhrhrr sorry idk how to make this a horror thing. . . This is for horror purposes. . . I mean I guess I could like. . . For a mirror world? If I come up with something I'll post it. . . Sorry isjdjdkjfrk)
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