A Familiar Fear || Bruce & Spot
Spot was often an easy going person, he would sit back and enjoy the day as it floated on in complete and utter peace. But as birds chirped outside, and the sun began to break through the thin clouds in the blue sky, sitting back and relaxing was the last thing that any student would be doing in Novus today. They were being hustled into the holding rooms, two at a time to help themselves and each other through their greatest fear. Needless to say, Spot was little to looking forward to the situation.
It was ten twenty-three in the morning when Spot could feel his palms beginning to sweat as got called in with his partner, and it was obvious that the two boys were just as nervous as the next. He drew in a deep breath as they approached to door, they were unsure whose scenario they were to be thrown into first, and Spot was unsure what his scenario would even have been. After all, one's biggest fear wasn't something that crossed a mind often. As he stepped through the door his mind did a quick scan of everything it could have been, in hope to prepare himself, in hope to be ready of what he was about to step into. Maybe he would end in jail, maybe his freedom would be taken from him, the boy might see his mother as a monster, he might have someone testing him for his 'spots'.
But as the room around them fell dark for a split second before turning into an old bedroom, the fear became evident. The pitch black morphed into a room with once white walls that had consistent holes through them, book shelves with text books and theories, a desk with open studies and scattered papers, and a stained carpet with clothes scattered across it. The familiar sound of the news was heard from down stairs, and the loud boots creaking against the floorboards, "Junge?" Not the best place for a child to stay, but for the boy who stood in the middle of the room, his face beginning to burn a gentle shade of red, the stingy room was home.