I guess it doesn't matter.

I guess you just ask me things. I don't know.

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

Can, uh, anybody hear me down here? Does it even matter if they can...?

If anyone's there just...say something. Anything...

Anything to know I'm not alone.

(ooc and other stuff under the cut)

Feel free to send asks. I love writing simon. the guy ever.

Some of the writings will be headcanons (partly my own and inspired off of others), since there isn't that much on Simon's backstory, and even to a point the world of Iron Lung.

Like my other ask blog, anything triggering will be tagged with at "tw [trigger]" and "[trigger] tw". I do sometimes get a little descriptive with stuff, fair warning.

No NSFW and basic DNI. I will block freely if need be, though I don't think that will be necessary.

Feel free to send in asks from out of fandom stuff as well. Speaking of, I'll be doing shipping case by case, and if bloodymary is on this blog it will be tagged accordingly, just using the bloodymary tag. I won't be clogging other fandom tags.

OOC is @itsjustmebluesilly, feel free to say hi. My pronouns are (he/they), by the way. Cya.

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

*A large mango appears on the submarine's console, free of blood.*

Here ya go!

Uh, thanks. Gonna save that for later.

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

Do you want a mango?

Wh- sure? Never had one before...

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

But it IS bigger than us! Any one of us! It has to be! The C.O.I wouldn't-

[a calm, soothing tone could be heard, the speaker regains their composure]

I- I'm sorry...

I'm sorry you don't see how important you are.

[voice growing more desperate and pleading with every word]

I'm sorry you don't understand just how many lives you can save by doing this.

I'm sorry you can't comprehend how your contributions can forth a brighter future where no one else has to suffer, not like this!

...

Just- [weak, trembling sigh] just please complete your mission. [spoken, devoid of emotion] Don't contact us again unless something comes up.

Good luck... convict

The C.O.I....what a bunch of bullshit.

Fine. I'm doing it. But you have to keep your promise. Once this is over I will be free.

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

[ a tentative pause lingers in the air, suddenly the voice speaks lowly; sullenly ]

Well... what else could we do? You know well enough that we don't have enough resources to sustain us for much longer; let alone enough for you to just rot in a cell.

I- [sigh]... I- get that right now we must seem like the bad guys who have a personal vendetta against you, but we don't, I swear. It's just that if there is truly something out there that we can use to save everyone, then it would be foolish to not try and seize it.

You understand that...

right?

Simon seems more irritated now. Well I’d rather sit in a cell then have to be stuck here..

What’s with acting like everything is this big thing? They told me they would let me go and look where I am now! What is there to understand?! Everyone is always talking about how this is all “bigger than everyone”, but what’s the fucking point of it all if we all keep dying? What makes one of us more valuable than another person?! I just…I just…

He quiets down and lowers his voice to a bitter mumble.

Maybe I don’t understand…but it doesn’t even matter to you, does it.

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

[said with tiredness etched to their words]

Hey now, don't start misreading my concern for the mission as concern for you. Trust me pal, we don't exactly like doing this either but it's the best option we have. Especially after what you did.

I didn't-! that wasn't-! I...

There's a long silence before Simon speaks up again.

So you've done this before? You sent other people just like me, huh. Other Brothers of Eden...how many more of us are you gonna send down here until you're satisfied? Is it really worth all of this?

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

Ok good... good.

[unintelligible hushed murmuring can be heard from 2 people]

Just checking on your status, since you've been quite quiet... How are you holding up? over.

Since when did you suddenly care?

…But m’fine…I-I mean I’ve been hearing things but I was told that’s just the “ocean settling” or some shit like that.

[simon-theconvict-thebutcher]

Testing one two. Testing one two.

Hello? Convict, do you copy? What's your 20? over.

I-I’m here! Can you hear me?

I’m about three-fifty, five hundred…I think? What’s going on? Hey…wait when the hell did they start saying “over”…