Created a fictional Affini-Human TV show for my HDG fic, decided to share the rough draft with the homies.
CW: Reference to Self-Harm
The scene resumed in what seemed to be a corridor on some sort of space station with numerous Affini, sophonts, and even Terrans walking through. They were chatting to one another, their voices present but hushed enough that the camera couldn’t overhear them.
The central focus was an older human, well into middle age with a stubbly face and wild wispy hair. He was fumbling with some binders, trying to keep them ordered as he turned and entered a room.
Inside was a nervous girl who didn’t look like she was in the best of shape, anxiously rubbing at her arm. She was sitting across the table from an Affini who had a snout, kind of looking like a wolf while covered in lovely pink blooms.
“Aphrodite,” the man said, walking over to the girl’s side of the table. He helped himself to a seat. “Shouldn’t be surprised that you’d be trying to exploit a domestication contract.”
“That would never happen,” Minerva grumbled, sounding so displeased.
Aphrodite scoffed. “Paul Swellguy, how did you even hear about this?”
“It’s my sixth sense,” Paul replied, flipping open one of his binders. He ran a finger across the page inside. “Knowing when a fern is trying to illegally nab a human.”
“Illegally?” Aphrodite scoffed. “The girl is clearly suicidal. She was posting about it in public chats on the station’s intranet. I’m just helping her.”
The girl blinked, rubbing anxiously at her arm. She looked shellshocked at the crossfire taking place around her.
Paul scoffed. “Come on…” He pulled out a piece of paper and slipped it over. “You can clearly see that she ends her posts by saying in Minecraft. The girl was just a few blocks away from her homebase and was looking for an expedient way to return home. We’ve all been there!”
Aphrodite cocked a brow, leaning a bit closer to him. She didn’t speak nor did she have to.
“Okay, look I’m willing to concede that maybe she could benefit from a wardship,” Paul said, glancing at the girl. “No offense.”
“Why would that be offensive?” Aphrodite grumbled.
Paul lifted his hands. “I misspoke, nothing offensive about needing a helping hand but…” He pulled out another paper, sliding it over. “If this is really about addressing a girl with mental health issues then there are some questionable things that I found in her domestication contract.”
Aphrodite worked her jaw. She was hiding something.
“Like last I checked Class-Ns weren’t an instrumental part of rehabilitation,” Paul said, cocking a brow.
Aphrodite bit her lip. “Too many orgasms could be bad for your mental health?”
“If that were the case, sister, then I would’ve blown my brains out years ago,” Paul chided, glancing at the girl. “Sorry, that was probably a trigger.”
“I was actually going to use pills,” the girl whispered.
Paul frowned and quickly looked back at Aphrodite. “She forgot to add the ‘in Minecraft’ there! Her words were not said under oath!”