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starry-sweer:
It heavily depends but most scenarios lead to the word “no”. She shakes her head.
“If you want to die...what’s there left to be afraid of?”
The door opens.
A person is standing there, a guard behind them. The guard’s eyes widen when he sees Ulfur, and his gaze drops to the floor.
The person in front is a little over five and a half feet. Messy blonde hair that’s dyed grey at the bottom. Caucasian. Curvy, big-chested, kinda skinny, decently muscular. Wearing a loose stained t-shirt and raggedy jeans. “Hello. I’m here to retrieve Alli for her blood draw.”
Ulfur stands and narrows his eyes. “Excuse me...what’s your name?”
“Kathrynne Sandra. I was given orders to retrieve Alli to have her blood taken.”
Ulfur’s voice takes on a harsh tone. “How did you get in this facility?”
padegimasfiction:
Alli takes a moment to realize she is, in fact, Alli. That’s her he’s talking about. Maybe dhe should respond. A low whining sound shakes out of her. Isn’t being nonverbal fun, kids?
“All the things I talked about? It’s all fixable. The world can be cured.” his voice is still loud and firm and commanding.
padegimasfiction:
“Umm….” she moves her leg to reveal the blood stain. “I.. Think Im, uh,” she looks down snd blishes, covering the side of her face with her hand, “I think I’m on… my… period…..” she bites her lip nervously, deciding to cause a destraction.
Ulfur sighs. He leaves the room, planning on calling a maintenance person. Locks Alli in her room again.
padegimasfiction:
She watches Ulfur as he watches the scene in front of them. He’d figure out that the syringe was a bluff pretty quickly, because she’d have done something by now if she wasn’t holding onto getting rhe Kathryn out fo there.
God dammit she’s gonna have to live. She puts the empty syringe back on the night stand, shifting the blankets to try to uselessly hide the pirple bloodstain on the white sheets. She covers the stain with curled up leg.
"Alli.” Ulfur turns to her and sighs. “Are you going to start cooperating?”
padegimasfiction:
Alli watches with wide eyes as the guard tackles her new friend. She starts racking her brain for ideas and her ryes land on the syringe by her night stand. After Ulfur stands up, she leans over to grab it.
“Take her away.” Ulfur growls.
<Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.> Okay, calm. Rational. There’s gotta be some way to get yourself out of this, grab her and leave. Kath’s gaze darts around the room, and lands on Alli.
padegimasfiction:
She’s 93% sure the last statement is a lie, no one trust her but since that was her fault it wasn’t worth bringing up. She has quite a few things to say but luckily she doesn’t have to try to pick because why speak when you can suddenly start sobbing out of nowhere? She suddenly starts violently sobbing, feeling quite hopeless. She suddenly stops after about 30 seconds and goes really quiet, “What about a coma?”
He sits there for a moment, then reaches out to hold her. Holds her comfortingly if she doesn’t pull back.
After Alli asks her question, “It’s too close to The Day to do that. Additionally, there are only so many sedatives we can risk giving you.”
He sighs.
Turns to her.
“Alli, listen to me.” His gaze is hard and serious. Not commanding or scary, but firm. “This world is a vile place.”
He starts talking to her about the world. Telling her all of the horrific, unbearable things that go on in it. Showing her news articles.
padegimasfiction
She doesn’t respond or do anything but stand there in her weird trance? while Kronski tells the Fake-God (Ulfur’s nickname in her head and only in her head) that she’s causing problems. When Kronski lets go her closed hands move to cover her face as she leans it against a wall. She makes no attempt to regulate her anxiety^tm breathing as she waits for him to speak, shaking slightly.
Ulfur closes the door. Locks it too, just in case.
Walks over to her bed and sits down. “Sit.” he says in a tone that’s more polite than commanding. Pats the spot next to him, and carefully relocates the needle to the near-by nightstand.