A hand touched Robbie’s lower back and he couldn’t help but flinch. He didn’t understand—but what he was starting to piece together was that this guy—wasn’t a guy; he was something from here—something similar to all the fucking monsters down here. And that, filled Robbie with some sort of dread.
Hazel gaze glances down at the smoke swirling around his wrist and he yanked his arm away, trying to rid of the dark smoke. “𝐃𝐮𝐝𝐞, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭—“ Robbie tried to keep a considerable distance away from the other, the twin swallowing thickly. Memory lane…
He felt the Mind Flayer’s fingers against his temples and he tried to move his head away; though the smoke was already clouding his mind, and when he woke up, he was in a room. A white room. There was a hallway, and he looked behind himself before moving down the hall.
People walked by him; though it seemed that they were ignoring him or didn’t see him. He saw the children in the gowns—and then, he heard something. A scream? An alarm?
Footsteps were quick as he followed it, opening the room to see a child in a tank; struggling to get out of the water and screaming; though sounds were muffled by water. Robbie watched as the child struggled; and his head started to hurt—eyes closing for a moment, almost feeling a burning sensation around his tattoo.
The child was eventually rescued, coughing up water and crying—he looked…sick; and when Robbie got a good look when the boy was escorted out of the room, shaken to the core, he managed to get a glimpse of the tattoo on the boys wrist.
“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭—“ Robbie murmured under his breath, following after the boy and the scientist he was with, only to watch the boy be tossed into a solitary, little room with the door shut again; hearing his sobs from behind the door.
He remembered. What happened here, at least.
as he watched the scene play- it only confirmed his beliefs. this one was indeed one of the children from the lab... but how did he escape? he’d pry further another time. treading too deeply in painful memories risked his own mind being broken---for his own mind to be taken. and he could not have that. these--- these are his minds.
he followed slowly through the memory. he felt the despair-- the fear of the younger self. and it only seemed to strength him. but then--it was over. another door could lead deeper down and it would risk severing them.
fingers left temples to bring him back for now; mind flayer circled him like a hawk now.
“see. you are much more than those pathetic bugs.... on the other side.”
he could open the portals.....
“i can teach you.... how to control----
teach you how to harness this world and the next with a flick of your wrist.”
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