#muse;baekhyun

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Breaking Point

Another exhausting day- Ever since Baekhyun was demoted he's been working non-stop. Putting up with the sherried of being an idol mixed with having to take his free time from idol life to following a courser around to take in rouge synths almost had Baekhyun collapsing. No amount of coffee would ever prepare him to keep this up but finally, he had a day to just catch his breath. Shaun or "Father" as he's called told him that he didn't have to stick with a courser today, that he could stay within the Institute and "rest up"

A day that was supposed to be quiet and peaceful however turned into one filled with anger and confusion. Baekhyun had to deliver much needed 'parts' for synth production. It always gave him a weird feeling when he had to pick up the scraps that would soon be his brethren synths but he pushed through that odd feeling and ended up in the Institute's Robotics Department; Where synths are made. Baekhyun tried to keep his head down- he didn't want to know how he was made. His eyes shifted however when a lone synth sat on one of the tables as a scientist implemented memories into it.

When the synth finally came too the scientist started to ask her a bunch of questions like her name, age, family. Baekhyun was hit with a sudden wave of realization; these memories he has- they aren't his. The more he listened the more his facial expression changed. His eyes narrowing as he slammed the tray of parts on the table. His hand balled into a fist. Every thought he's had, every emotion he had felt- it wasn't his. His life wasn't his. His name wasn't his. Baekhyun was filled with anger as he stormed out of the Robotics Department.

When he got to his room he finally let out the anger, knocking books off his shelf, kicking over his lamp and smashing his laptop. He couldn't handle the thought that everything he was feeling and thinking was someone else- Nothing was his own except for this realization and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. He needed to leave. He requested time above ground to “scav” to which the request was granted. Gun in hand he trailed through the open streets- he was about to do something he really didn’t want to do.

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Does your muses have dreams? Or do you have a dream for them that you like to see them achieve? Doesn't have to be a big dream even little things?

[I only have 3 muses that have some dreams at the moment~ o3o Under read more though ‘cause I’d rather not flood the dash~ ]

Baekhyun:

To be able to either escape the institute and survive their onslaught of courser’s they send his way hopefully until they give up. Or if he was able to agree to some terms to let him stay on the surface and live his own life but still be available to do some work for the Institute. He wishes to possibly become part of the bioscience lab and help work on antidotes to cure people who were infected with FEV. (Forced Evolution Virus) [Mun note* My Xion lives in the same universe as my Baekhyun! ^^]

Azie:

He wants his name known to the entire world- He doesn’t necessarily want his face to be known. He wants to work within the shadows. He wants to work a big job like he use to do. Hitting military bases and getting his clients the things that they need. Lately, it’s been “hack my boyfriend's phone, I want to know if he’s cheating on me” type, clients. Azie hates it but he’s really strapped for cash so he will take what he can get right now. If he could he would do a big bank job with his gang but he doesn’t have enough people. It would take some collaboration.

Joel:

I have more of a dream for him to be honest. I want him to gain lots of friendships and maybe someone will love him for the good ball he is. Truth be told those jokes he makes about himself about being old are really him reminding himself that he is a lot older than the other people that he meets so he tries to back off and disconnect himself. He’s a real sweetheart but he doesn’t believe that anyone would ever love him. I want to see this cinnamon roll happy and not so stressed out all the time.

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You’re just a notch in the wall that made me.

Baekhyun sat on the cold white table, his head hung low and his body was tense. He could hear the machines from the other room and he closed his eyes and tried to think of other things. Oh how he hated this room with a burning passion and yet, he couldn't do anything to prevent himself from being here. Lifting his head he saw the lead scientist of advanced systems staring at him. Their arms crossed over their chest. Standing next to the scientist was a new courser. Even though Baekhyun himself is a courser he was scared. Maybe because he knew what a courser was capable of doing to another Synth. Baekhyun licked his lips and breathed out.

"I-"

"We have every right to shut you down and scrap you." The scientist snapped and Baekhyun gripped the table he was sitting on. His jaw locking tightly as he closed his mouth. He swallowed loudly and hung his head again.

"Do you understand that when you mention us to civilians that puts us at risk? Clearly, you don't care about the institute." The scientist scoffed as he walked over to a work table and grabbed a scalpel and a small square piece of plastic. "We're putting a new tracking device in you. It is going to record everything you say. It will collect data. You are no longer a courser- You're an infiltration unit. Do you understand?" The scientist spoke sternly and Baekhyun's head snapped up and he shook his head.

"N-No, no please.." Baekhyun sat up on the table and crawled backwards until his back hit the wall. "Please, please-!" Baekhyun's eyes filled with tears as two coursers grabbed onto him tightly. "I'll be good!" Baekhyun's voice cracked as tears rolled down his cheeks.

Baekhyun was pushed hard onto the table face down and his eyes screwed shut tightly. "Please don't do this! PLEASE!" Baekhyun screamed when the Scientist cut into the back of his neck, blood spilling out and around Baekhyun's neck. "I'M SORRY!!" Baekhyun cried out as the scientist ripped out the courser chip and replaced it with the new data collecting chip before stitching Baekhyun up.

Baekhyun laid on the table panting heavily as tears stained his cheeks. If it wasn't for him breathing heavily it would of looked as though he was "dead" The coursers and the Scientist left the room and Baekhyun weakly lifted himself off the table, his whole body shook as he reached back to feel the new stitched up area, his hands quickly becoming stained by his own blood.  Before he could register everything he was teleported back out into the real world. Baekhyun couldn't take it anymore and broke down, even more, he let out a loud blood-curdling scream as he curled up into a fetal position and cried.

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It felt normal. The old Baekhyun would probably think it's weird and wrong and how dare they treat Synths this way but ever since he was reset all of those thoughts and emotions have long since died. It was normal that at the end of the day, Baekhyun was standing inside of the Institute, im front of the scientists he use to run away from. "What is your name?" The scientist asked sternly, her voice was intimidating but Baekhyun did not flinch. "My name is Baekhyun" The scientist nodded her head in approval before clearing her throat and speaking once more. "What are you to the institute?" "A courser, set out to find and return or exterminate any synth that has escaped the institute." Baekhyun stared straight to the wall. He didn't know why but his breathing had started to pick up. Was he feeling scared perhaps? "And if asked above ground?" The scientist noticed the way Baekhyun's chest heaved and made a note on her clipboard. "I am a traveller. Looking to find a place to call my home." Baekhyun swallowed loudly. He didn't know why he was becoming so overwhelmed so quickly. To his knowledge, he's never felt so closed in. He never felt this blinding fear before; the kind that makes you start running without a thought. "I-I have to go now..am I excused?" Baekhyun looked as if he wanted to cry. The scientist said nothing and nudged her head towards two on guard Synths as they walked over. "No, no..no please..." Baekhyun pleaded as he brought his hand up and slowly started to back away. "You're acting unusual. We need to make some adjustments." The scientist spoke as the guards grabbed Baekhyun tightly by the arms and began to pull him away. "I-I'm just tired! Please don't put me back in that room please! I hate it!" Baekhyun choked out. Even after everything that has happened. One memory remained. He hated that room- the room where Synths were "born"...

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You better have control Or you'll never make it stop x