Christian never slept very much. It was something that he wasn’t used to, odd and unnatural to be asleep for more than a few hours every night. There was a time before when he found sleep through the entire night, back when he was a child and unknowing of the dangers of his Family. It was never odd to find himself being taken out of his bed in the middle of the night and surrounded by the sneers and evil grins of the elders within the community since the age of five. He never knew how to sleep quite as well since then.
Since finding his way to the small and sleepless town, he found himself craving the diner on the side of the road. Kon made him experience it for the first time, wanting now nothing but pancakes and syrup and coffee when he couldn’t achieve sleep. He didn’t start with the arcade cleaning until around one in the afternoon, so he often let the caffeine drive him to having lesser and lesser sleep. The only dreams he had were pure nightmares of the before, when everything was dark.
anyone that knows david knows that it doesn’t take much to CAPTURE his interest. especially when it comes to those DARKER urges. a nervous smile here, a pitiable glance there—ANYTHING that suggests vulnerability draws him in like a shark SENSING blood in the water. unfortunately for christian, their first so-called MEETING has determined that he fits the right DESCRIPTION. young, weak-minded, eager to please—it’s EVERYTHING david hates loves rolled up into a neatly ALLURING package. and given his obvious nature, he knows that chris won’t find the strength to try and escape him ANYTIME soon. how could he? even with david’s TENDENCY to unmask just how disgusting he is very early on into an INTERACTION, someone dependent on praise is more liable to GRIN AND BEAR IT. he certainly does. the only thing that SURPRISES him is how many people like him have waltzed into town—and right into his clutches, in one way or ANOTHER.
today, instead of WAITING around by the motel, david makes the DECISION to meet christian at his job. the arcade isn’t anything special, and for better or for worse isn’t managed by ANYONE involved in the town’s rampant crime PROBLEM, but as far as protection goes, the building is relatively easy to TARGET. the few cameras on the premises are glitchy and UNRELIABLE, and as for the locks… it’s safe to say that even an AMATEUR can slip through without much of an issue. not to mention a man who’s perfected the art of BREAKING AND ENTERING. it doesn’t take long to find his latest PLAYTHING ( nervously wiping down the machines ) and with a DEVILISH glint in his eye, david slinks around to try and find a good ANGLE to grab him. the fact that he makes enough NOISE to scare him just makes it fun. as soon as christian backs up along one of the larger games, he sidles up from behind and POKES his head around. ❝ BOO! ❞
Adrenaline was pumping through his veins, deafeningly loud in his ears as he thought back to the before. There was a time before when he was much too young where he tried to run away into the forest and never return to his Family. It was hap-hazardously planned, one of the times when they lined all the children up to watch as someone was punished repeatedly through the dead of night. They found ways to ignore their brothers or sisters screams and cries for help as they stared on without truly acknowledging what went on. He had run for what felt like miles to his young and malnourished body, but it didn’t take long for Messiah to find him. Christian’s entire life was a game of cat and mouse, in which he was fearful that one day the cat would be too bored of the chase and simply decide to consume him.
At the exclamation, Christian feels the familiarity of true terror course through his veins and he keeps his eyes on the ground in front of him. He was taught to never look someone in the eyes, it was hard enough to look himself in the eyes for the most part. “Please, I’m sorry,” he whispered, unable to hide the way his shoulders were shaking. It was like being back at the compound, everything was too much and not enough. He almost felt the need to bear his neck, to submit completely and utterly to the stranger who’s face he refused to stare at. “I’m sorry, take whatever you want, I’ll be good,” he said in a panic, talking so fast and incomprehensible it would be impressive if it was even understood.
wow what happened to an intro yesterday?? who knows but i’m here now. again, i’m alec if you don’t know and this is christian. i will get to replying after i post this about my boy!!
christian was born to the leader of the cult, they never named themselves and instead referred to themselves as family. his father never had a name that anyone knew, instead was referred to as messiah.
his father always had grand ideas about the second coming, believing he was actually jesus christ come to redeem the world of sin. the cult mostly taught the idea of rejecting all luxury in life and instead focused on existing to please their messiah.
there was a focus on sexuality, for messiah viewed it as heinous and the worse act to do. he claimed that christian’s mother, annie, had fallen pregnant by a miracle of god. no one blinked twice when the woman died abruptly after giving life to her son.
growing up, christian simply kept his head low and obeyed messiah and all the elders in the commune. ignoring any pleas to not tattle on people he saw not doing what messiah had said.
it still didn’t mean he was free of punishment, for there would always be something he didn’t do right or handle properly. which is when he would find himself punished for the night. it was an entire night of the elders and messiah taking turns brutalizing him and raping him from as young as seven
his tasks were to take care of the other children who bared resemblance to messiah but christian never had anything to confirm the beliefs. he watched other boys and girls cry themselves to sleep and beg to be killed, but he remained silent even as he found children sobbing with the crotches of their pants soaked in blood. he never asked what happened.
he was never given much attention sexually after he turned eighteen, though he still had plenty of scars to remind himself of what had taken place, and was instead treated like a lesser man for not wanting to become an elder as messiah had told him he had the probability of being
he would often be spit on and belittled like the women within the commune, and found be given cleaning chores on top of his caring for the children. he tried teaching them how to read and write, but his own reading level never grew past a sixth grade level, so he simply did his best to pass on what he knew
his life was melancholy and bleak, but when they announced he would have to punish the children with messiah grinning evilly as he announced it, he knew he had to leave
he only told a few children the night he did it, kissing them on the heads and telling them it was okay if they gave up, because he would understand and he would always remember them
he ran away by grabbing rides from truckers and walking on foot even if it made him exhausted and his feet blister. he made it to saguaro after days of travelling. being taken by the color inside the arcade where kon found him dirty
kon took pity on him and took him to eat, even offering him a job and a place to sleep at the motel. and christian is forever in his debt and will do anything to keep on the man’s good side.
so tldr; sorry i rambled but christian is a scarred kid who is very sweet and big hearted but also easily manipulated and gullible. he has a breaking point where he will turn violent, but that is only with people other than messiah. hi guys i’m here and did this i’m proud. bye.
There was only the sickening silence that surrounded Christian. He wasn’t one to generally engage with customers, being instructed to instead keep to himself and do the minimum cleaning because Kon took pity on the poor boy who wandered into the brightly lit arcade without a penny in his pocket and jeans that were torn in all the places that had patches on them. It was the only fortunate thing to happen to him, to find this town after running and running until he couldn’t find a way out of the town he was stuck in. He was good at cleaning, took his time and was paid for the work he completed, it filled his heart with determination to make his boss proud. Christian craved it, more than he had ever craved anything before. It was sweeter than the syrup that he found he enjoyed on pancakes and more rewarding than seeing Messiah’s eyes not even glance at him.
Cleaning up the sticky substance that was left on one of the gaming consoles, he froze when he heard a noise. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, he assumed, the place could easily be run down and this was the first time he had worked after the store closed by himself. He had told the man that he could handle locking up afterwards, swallowing the anxiety and panic that welded in his throat at the prospect of being left alone. There was a prayer sent to Him, a plea that the noise was nothing as he continued to hesitantly make his way through the arcade and wipe down all the machines. It was going to be okay, he had promised himself, until he heard a sound again. It felt like the world was closing in on him, pressure applied to his chest as his throat constraining painfully tight. “Hello?” He feebly stuttered out, pathetic and unsure as he felt. Christian pressed himself against one of the large machines, trying to hide himself away from whoever the intruder was.
hello my folks, i am alec and this is my innocent and weirdly lost boy christian from a cult, ya know the normal things. i am heading to work soon but i am going to intro later when i get home in a couple hours!! i’m excited to be here, like this if you’d like to plot a bit while i am at work!!
