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Barisol’s Child Is An Only Child (Gacha Life And Club And Wonderend Version)
(Lemo And Yuni And Selena And Meguna And Luni And Ramunade No. 4 And Meru Aka Merutoro Version)
(Lemo And Yuni And Selena And Meguna And Luni And Ramunade And No. 4 And Meru Aka Merutoro Version)
Yuni And Meguna And Ramunade And Meru Aka Merutoro’s POV
“Barisol’s son is an only child.”
“An heir to a wealthy household, and a beautiful boy everyone envies.”
“But there was a problem with him.”
“He loves to play with dolls, and he only wears girl clothes!”
“He steals implements from his mother’s room and secretly puts on makeup!”
“Everyone around him kept their distance from him as such!”
“So he was always....”
“All alone....”
Lemo And Selena And Luni And No. 4’s POV
“Barisol’s daughter is an only child”
“A once-in-a-millennium child prodigy”
“Entering college at age six, she studies about the heart of man”
“Unending crimes and wars; why do people hate each other so?”
“So that she could understand that even a little, she continued with her research.”
“And so she realized the cause of the unending ‘Malice’”
“She knew, ‘That’s not in this world’”
Yuni And Meguna And Ramunade And Meru Aka Merutoro’s POV
“Barisol’s son is an only child”
“He too finally took up a sweetheart, a maid his age who came to work for him”
“She was adorable like a doll”
““I’d like you to let me wear your clothes,””
“One day he requested of her”
“While becoming terribly flustered”
““That’s disgusting” was her only reply””
Lemo And Selena And Luni And No. 4’s POV
“Barisol’s daughter is an only child”
“She too was beginning to be violated by ‘Malice’”
“Having unending murder impulses without knowing why, she consulted with a colleague”
“A researcher of parallel worlds”
“The man made this reply to her:”
““If you can erase your ‘other self’, then perhaps your ‘malice’ can be erased as well””
Yuni And Meguna And Ramunade And Meru Aka Merutoro’s POV
“From outside the door was an angry voice”
“In a corner of the room, he was growing afraid”
“The dolls scattered inside the room, their limbs were warm and in pieces”
“There was another world in the mirror that his eyes had been able to see”
“A woman who resembled himself extended a hand”
Lemo And Selena And Luni And No. 4’s POV
“When the world was consumed by “Malice”, an ark flew into the cosmos”
“With a crew of 72 people, inside of that it’s said there were also twins”
“Just before she would kill ‘herself’, she realized the truth”
“That this was a clever trap that man had devised”
“When I do this myself, that really would be the gateway to ‘Malice’”
“With me fallen, he likely intended to ride on the ark in my place”
Lemo And Yuni And Selena And Meguna And Luni And Ramunade No. 4 And Meru Aka Merutoro’s POV
“Barisol’s child is an only child”
“But nowadays they're two children”
“The older sister knowing the heart of man and the younger brother knowing the body of man”
“The ark advances along a black sea, aiming for a new paradise”
“Their research might create a new mankind someday”
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Peter was stalked by Aldrich Killian for weeks before the man decided to enact his plans. He had failed to take Tony down all those years ago, and he wouldn’t be making that mistake again. He strikes while the boy is on another field trip with his AcaDec team. He took them hostage on live television and sent a message to Tony as he grabbed a stunned Peter and locked a collar around his throat. Peter had tried to fight back, but had been stopped by Killian’s fire. His arms now sported multiple burn marks, and his powers were shut off by the collar. Tony must get his kid back before it is too late.
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Hallucinations
(hypnosis / sensory deprivation / "you're still alive in my head")
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She's tried everything.
Hypnotism was a sham, of course. You can't shit a bullshitter and Faye was one of the best con artists out there when it came to misdirection and leading someone along to behave or respond a certain way. So no, she wasn't surprised at the inability of the hypnotist to even relax her racing heart rate. What a bunch of woolongs down the drain.
Grief counseling was an exercise in empathy and as it turns out she didn't have much to offer. It seemed to help Jet so kudos for that she supposed but to her it was just a group of strangers crying on each other's shoulders and telling one another that it was okay to feel this way and someday it would get better.
Obviously it was okay to feel this way. Grief was enormous and unwieldy and made her feel like a piece of flotsam being tossed around an ocean. The depths were dark and scary. The glimpses of land she thought she could see seemed more like a mirage than anyplace she could eventually reach. Some days it was like she floated on top of the happy memories, few and far between as they were. Other days she was drowning in a storm of guilt and confusion and rage and loneliness. The waves of grief would crash over her head and suck her down into a spiral of not eating and not sleeping and not doing much of anything at all.
In truth, those were the days that she felt most like him.
Plastered to the couch as if she was another layer of the fabric itself. Stomach emitting growls and groans and otherwise begging for food that she refused to eat despite Jet's attempts to encourage her to it. Well okay Spike would have eaten anything and everything offered to him but her misery stole her appetite in a way that her body didn't understand any more than her mind did. Food just had no appeal. The very thought of eating was sometimes enough to make her nauseous.
It was nicer to just drift in discomfort...
The sensory deprivation tank had been a thought after one of those episodes. Why not drift in reality? Immerse herself in a little bubble of regret and frustration and perhaps purge herself from the ghost that hovered over her shoulder constantly.
But being locked in that tight enclosure... bobbing gently in the temperate water... darkness swallowing her up...
It unlocked a previously unknown fear.
It wasn't exactly claustrophobia. Her zipcraft was scarcely larger and didn't bring her to a hyperventilating nervous breakdown. She had screamed until her throat was raw, screamed until the technicians had hauled her own and toweled her off and finally injected her with something to knock her out. She had screamed until she was unconscious, dragged into the black void of insensate stupor that the drugs in the needle provided.
That was a dead end too. Drugs. She hated the loss of control. The sickness in her gut. The haziness of all her emotions.
She wanted to feel, dammit.
She didn't want to be wrapped in cotton... didn't want to be out of her mind.
She was already out of her mind.
Seeing ghosts.
Hallucinations, assuredly, but no less real despite being not real at all.
The only thing that seemed to help, in fact, was talking to him.
Not that he ever had a response.
Was that because she didn't know him well enough to know how he'd reply? After all, he existed only in her mind's eye... he was only real because her brain conjured him up and spat him out into her vision like a stringy little mote that swam in the corner of one's eye.
"You're still alive in my head." She admitted to him one night, hours after Jet had gotten back from his grief group and tried but failed to get her to eat dinner.
The ghost gazed back at her with mismatched eyes and seemed to shrug.
She snorted. "Of course you wouldn't care. You never even cared in life."
The specter pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes and lit one up.
Faye sighed. "You could at least offer me one, you know. Sometimes you did share."
She could practically smell the burn of the paper and tobacco. It made her crave one of her own but she'd been out for days.
She stood from the chair in front of the navigation console and made her way to the windows to stand beside him. She wanted to feel the burn in her eyes from the smoke wafting from his smoke... but the only burn was the sting of tears that welled up to drip down her cheeks. She pressed a hand flat against the cool glass and stared defiantly out at the night sky. Stars glittered far above and, out beyond the hull of the ship, dark waters reflected back the various streetlights and ship lights from other vessels moored nearby.
Surrounded by humanity yet all alone.
Except for the ghost.
Maybe it wasn't so bad... being haunted by the memory of this man.
If it wasn't for the ache in her heart, that is.