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interstellar55552016-02-11 02:33 am
tigermillionaire) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-11 02:33 am
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the last mistake, the choice i made
Who: Steven, Greg, and technically Sans.
What: Sans teleports Greg into Steven's room one more time, by popular demand.
When: February 11th, 2055
Where: Steven's room in Pride HQ
Warnings: Potential discussion of torture, child abuse, etc.
It's late in the evening, and he's feeling claustrophobic.
Jin has been locking him in his room at night lately - ever since he had a few bad episodes of wandering off to other parts HQ and doing clumsy things. She told him it was because he was a liability and that there was no guarantee of supervision at these hours of the night. He didn't argue with her about it. He didn't even want to. Being locked in here is far preferable to the tiny cell he'd been kept in before, waiting for hours until the next terrible thing they did.
It doesn't seem like they have much use for him anymore. His manager had even threatened him with as much - if he didn't start pulling his weight again, then he was worthless to the label. He understands that, he thinks. He just doesn't know how to give them what they want.
He's been trying to take notes, to write music, to do anything, but he mostly just ends up scribbling on paper instead. Drawing is the only thing he seems to be able to focus on, in bits and pieces. His thoughts are always so disconnected that words quickly get difficult - at least with images, its always so easy to pick up where he left off. It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember what he was going for initially, he can just turn it into something else.
At some point he got the idea to get out his makeup, and has been playing with them for a while now, painting his arms and face in between doodling on paper. It's kind of nice, even when the glowing cracks all over his body cut through the patterns. Maybe it's even pretty.
What: Sans teleports Greg into Steven's room one more time, by popular demand.
When: February 11th, 2055
Where: Steven's room in Pride HQ
Warnings: Potential discussion of torture, child abuse, etc.
It's late in the evening, and he's feeling claustrophobic.
Jin has been locking him in his room at night lately - ever since he had a few bad episodes of wandering off to other parts HQ and doing clumsy things. She told him it was because he was a liability and that there was no guarantee of supervision at these hours of the night. He didn't argue with her about it. He didn't even want to. Being locked in here is far preferable to the tiny cell he'd been kept in before, waiting for hours until the next terrible thing they did.
It doesn't seem like they have much use for him anymore. His manager had even threatened him with as much - if he didn't start pulling his weight again, then he was worthless to the label. He understands that, he thinks. He just doesn't know how to give them what they want.
He's been trying to take notes, to write music, to do anything, but he mostly just ends up scribbling on paper instead. Drawing is the only thing he seems to be able to focus on, in bits and pieces. His thoughts are always so disconnected that words quickly get difficult - at least with images, its always so easy to pick up where he left off. It doesn't matter if he doesn't remember what he was going for initially, he can just turn it into something else.
At some point he got the idea to get out his makeup, and has been playing with them for a while now, painting his arms and face in between doodling on paper. It's kind of nice, even when the glowing cracks all over his body cut through the patterns. Maybe it's even pretty.
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"That...that lady...the one who died. She could do it, too." He shakes his head, having a hard time remembering the specifics. He can't remember the woman's name now, or even what she looked like. He just remembers that she died. Lesedi Santiago killed her. "They said that he made her do it..."
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Steven's not the first one to draw the comparison. Greg's mouth goes dry. "That won't happen again." If he could hug him any tighter, he would. "I won't let anything like that happen to you again." If he's got a power like Naomi's, then that means he has the power to stop it. If he can make sure of that much, he can be of some use.