interstellar5555 | NO FEAR [OPEN]

Who: Steven and anybody in the Defying Atmosphere penthouse.
What: Greg is rewarded with a slightly used pet child.
When: About 24 hours after the SC concert where he gets kidnapped.
Where: DA's penthouse in Virgo HQ.
Warnings: There is a laundry list of things wrong with this situation.

No matter the intention, the violence of being kidnapped leaves a mark on a person, and that's the lingering anxiety that Steven feels now. He was pulled away from his life once again, as terrible as it might have been. He was manhandled, drugged, and dragged off somewhere else, even as he pleaded, for fear of angering his keepers again.

There was a period of claustraphobic darkness followed by a time where blinding white is all he can remember. And then, suddenly, he finds himself here...a penthouse that is totally unfamiliar to him, and is told that he's going to be with his dad now.

He doesn't know if he can believe it, or what he should do. So, once he's left alone, all he does is curl himself up on one of the couches and wait. He's been dressed in fresh clothing, simple in comparison to anything he's made a habit of wearing - the flashes of pink cracklines are still bright on his exposed skin.

He has no control over anything anymore. He may as well stop pretending.

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Steven looks up at him, which just might shatter the whole 'a little sick' observation. His eyes glow a surreal looking pink, as if filled with glittering dust. It makes it difficult to read his expression, but the fear there is evident.

"I dunno," he says softly, folding his arms around his knees and tucking his head between them, as if ashamed of being seen.

And shatter it does.

His eyes grow wide when he sees the kid's glowing ones. It's unnatural, surreal. It screams that something is wrong. No, this kid isn't sick, he's hurt. Marty shakily kicks off his shoes, holding up his arms. "H-Hang on. Aah..."

He runs into his room, nabbing a few blankets from his bed and pulling them off, no matter how sloppily. Marty kneels by him and wraps the blanket around his form, before taking a seat next to him on the couch.

"Jesus, kid. What happened?"

Probably not a good question to ask right now, Marty.

Steven watches Marty hustle over to his room, more confused than anything. Has he met this guy? He doesn't remember. He's here to see his dad, so he doesn't immediately know what context to put other people in - all he's got is the straight ahead to focus on.

When Marty comes back with blankets, it's certainly welcome. His feet are sort of cold, anyway. He clasps his fingers around the fabric, pulling the bundle more tightly around him. A pink crackline slowly works its way up his cheek.

"Somebody grabbed me and took me here..." he says, still groggy from the sedatives. "They gave me something, and I couldn't...stay awake..."

Yeah, so, kidnapped child in your house.

At first, Marty doesn't know whether to be more concerned or angry.

Concerned, because hello. There was a kid here who has seen some shit. Being kidnapped, drugged from the sounds of it. He was a wreck, and needed some medical attention that Marty couldn't provide. But then he wanted to be pissed, because someone did all of this stuff to a child. He didn't want to think of how sick a person had to be to do this.

He knows about brainwashing and being kidnapped and the like. It's not fun.

"Jesus. Okay." What do you do when there's a hurt kid in your house? "Do you, do you wanna lie down? Take it easy for a bit?" Marty shrugs. "What do ya need?"

"I dunno," he says, shaking his head a little. This sensation isn't really anything new. He's been sick for weeks now, long enough that he's lost count of the days he's been locked inside of the HQ. "I've...I've been sick for a while. Because...I got hurt. I'm just waiting for my dad."

Who is the dad, though?

"Your dad? Jesus, nobody told him that someone had a kid around here! Marty shakes his head. "So these guys just locked you up, kept you 'til you got sick, and now you're lookin' for your dad?" Marty's not sure he got those events right. But it all seems weird just the same.

"What's your dad's name, kid?"

"Greg Universe," he says, without hesitation. Which might trigger the idea - he looks a lot like a musician from over at Pride named Tiger Universe, though he looks different in a lot of ways right now. Younger than they portray him in the hype material, for one. Definitely weirder, with the surreal defects on his body.

"I'm Steven," he says. "I was...at Pride before, but...I messed up and they didn't want me anymore."

"Guhh-" So the tabloids weren't full of shit? Or maybe they were. Honestly, who knew?

Marty didn't know that his kid was from Pride. Or what was going on right now, to be honest. This kid was an exact replica of Tiger Universe, who was pretty popular considering his age. Only right now, in front of Marty, he looks scared and alone. If that's not heartbreaking, nothing is.

"Aaah, jesus..." He lets his head fall into his palms, unsure of what to even do right now. "Greg should be comin' back real soon. I don't know where he is, but he's gonna be back in no time."

How to help this kid in the meantime though is a different question. "Thirsty? I can get you a drink, or somethin' to eat...?"

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