labradorite & fluorite — the construct.
what version of themselves are they afraid of becoming?
he's terrified of becoming a bad person, though what that entails is extremely vague and only really encompasses the idea of "would i want to be around this person?" as a baseline. he tries to behave and process through things as effectively as possible, but when your mind has been pieced together from chunks of multiple other people's and consistently gets shocked, it's hard to stay consistent or be much of anything that people find worth in, which also scares him.
what secret ability or talent do they hide?
because of the way things were set up and he was put together initially utilizing a bit of magic, he can control his pieces parts even if they're not attached to his body and physically connected to his brain. granted, the control is less coherent and dimmer this way, he can do things like flex muscles to form basic protocols for carrying out simple tasks. for example, he can lightly grab something with either of his detached arms.
what moment in their life changed them forever?
when the creator - olwyn - was taken away from him and he was abandoned in her home and laboratory. he spent three weeks meandering around the property before it became clear that she was not coming back, either because she was slaughtered for her crimes, or locked away forever. only after those three weeks had passed did he finally leave the property and set out into the world, primarily because he was beginning to lose energy and needed help figuring out how to recharge without her help.
what strange or supernatural thing have they brushed against?
he in himself is a supernatural strange thing, isn't he? a construct of human flesh sewn together with enchanted thread and held in place, given life by both magic and science. other than himself, though, he has come into contact with marchionette, and she has provided him with care and knowledge he wouldn't otherwise have.
what memory do they return to when their mind feels foggy?
hands. hands on his face. thumbs brushing under his eyes as they try to open, but even the darkness is too bright and his skin feels like needles and everything is sore. but there's ice beneath his gaze, running softly under the left eye mostly, numbing a pain he cannot process beyond a dull ache. slowly, eyes open, gradually focusing over several minutes of ringing noises and soft coos from around him as the ice continues to glide across his skin. eventually, he'd see her, but for now, she just looks like some angelic, heavenly presence sent to save him from the consistent, paralyzing anguish he has no idea she caused.
what overwhelms them most easily?
yelling. disappointment. the slightest change in tone or in the way someone looks at him. he's hypervigilant without meaning to be, without noticing, and consistently questions the way that people engage with him because he is an abomination, and that was made perfectly clear by the people that took his creator away from him. so the moment someone changes the way they behave with him, he thinks they're going to leave and shuts down.
[i cut the other two out because this was getting very, very long]
