okay , so whatever this thing was , they weren’t human . that was blatantly apparent from the sudden loud buzzing coming from them , and the quick , albeit apparent , light from their head . with how quickly it happened , it only made the man scream once again , but at the same time , it gave him a good visual of who he was dealing with . they definitely had some type of glass for skin , which was unnerving enough , but the lightbulb-like metal on the inside of their head only magnified it . this must’ve been some kind of robot or something , because he sure as hell couldn’t pin anything else as an explanation . but granted , that lack of knowledge would apply to a lot of things there .
watt ? was that their name ? or something they wanted ? this whole thing was already starting to mess with wilson’s head , and frankly , he still wasn’t sure whether the other could even be trusted at all . if they could make light with their head , then why not just stick with that ? did they need some sort of power ? if they did , why couldn’t they just get it themself ? unless they didn’t know what this place was like …
after a moment of inner conflict , wilson finally dug one of his heels into the ground , holding his place and giving watt a chance to enter the light . as much as he didn’t want to , as much as this seemed like some sort of trap to him , the slim chance that this was someone else trapped in the constant with him couldn’t just be passed up .
❝ are you … okay ? ❞ his reluctant expression looked like he was bracing for some kind of attack , but he could never be too cautious in a place like this . he , too , was already way out of his comfort zone , so he wasn’t going to leave himself entirely vulnerable . ❝ how long have you been here ? ❞
The first instinct he felt, like any frightened child, was to touch, to hold, to feel any sort of close contact that would calm him down and bring him comfort. Thankfully, he’s intelligent enough to take visual cues, and their expression told him that they most likely wouldn’t want to be touched (or wouldn’t react well to it).
Instead, he holds on to the bottom of his sweater, empty fingers digging into the cotton. He almost felt suffocated by the lack of electricity, and there was no best friend of his here to hold him close and melt away his worries.
He felt cold, empty, tired, afraid, and most of all, alone -- even in the presence of another being.
A faint rattling sound fills the air as he begins to tremble, likely emitting from the unseen metal bracelet on his wrist. There’s a sharp, high-pitched whine of electricity that follows.
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