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Everyday Freak of Science: part 5
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As soon as my voice is under my own command again, I speak. "J-Jade, what's going on? W-where are you t-taking me?"
"It has become clear to me that you cannot be trusted with feeding yourself. As such, I will have to ensure you are eating properly- both in quantity and in content."
No. No. Is he really going to resort to that? No. No. No. Please, please no.
He opens a door and shoves me inside. Is this another office? There's a safe, a glass-topped table, two couches on either side of it... where is this?
The clacking of heels, approaching the door. They pause. Jade's voice interrupts the brief moment of silence.
"Pardon me, Azul. The VIP room is in use."
A sigh. "Jade, I've told you not to use the VIP room for lunch alone- be that by yourself or with Floyd."
"It's a rather urgent matter, Azul."
"Alright, fine... ten minutes."
Footsteps, again, leaving.
Okay. I have ten minutes. That's how long I have to survive.
The door opens. Jade enters, holding a plate of various kinds of fish- mullet, obviously, but also wrasse, shrimp, sturgeon, and cuttlefish. Not one hint of green is on that plate.
"Come on, Requiem. Open up." He stabs a piece of cuttlefish with his fork and holds it up to me.
I don't want to. He's just going to force it into my throat- I don't want that.
"Come on." His voice is surprisingly soft and gentle.
"No." In contrast, my voice is firm and wavering; unsure.
He sighs. "You leave me no choice."
I close my eyes for only a second before opening them to see Jade waking over to me, fork in hand, plate in other. He takes a seat next to me and puts the plate onto the table. Then, his free hand is opening my mouth; bracing it to keep me from closing it.
I close my eyes and brace myself for the inevitable force-feeding. Please, higher-ups, don't let this happen.
My mind is on the brink of breaking, I can feel it. Fragments of memories I want to forget tap at the sides of my thoughts, threatening me with reliving them if this keeps going the way it has so many times before.
A piece of cuttlefish is placed gently on my tongue. My recollection sabotages my sense. Shards of my past form into stained glass windows, depicting what I yearn to never see again.
A researcher, dressed in a white lab coat stained with blood, holds a pair of tongs, a piece of cuttlefish clutched tightly in them. Another researcher and another still, white-clad bodies in the corner of my vision, blue latex gloves holding my mouth wide open. I scream. The cuttlefish is forced into my unwilling mouth, down my throat, and, though I try, down it goes. Any human in my position would cry, but I can't. My eyes just don't do that.
I gasp. Where am I? Where are they? What... what room is this?
Slowly, my vision steadies, and the blurriness gives way to a shape. Several shapes. And colors, cool colors. Purple... a couch? There's some teal... a black stripe?
Oh, that's Jade. I can see the whites of his eyes better than I can see his irises. Wait, there's someone else, with off-white hair...
"Azul?"
"I heard screaming," he clarifies. "What's going on?"
"Requiem, are you okay? You just fell to the ground," Jade starts, entirely ignoring a shocked Azul. "You seem calmer now... what happened?"
"I-I was there, back in the lab, they were- please, don't let them-" my voice breaks into a sob. Jade gets onto the ground, one knee on the floor, and holds my upper body against his own. Strong arms hold my weight and I lean into the warmth, desperate to eject that experience from my mind. When I pull away from him, I notice his jacket is darker where my face touched.
I raise a hand to my eyes. They're wet. I'm crying. Jade notices.
"The crying is an effect of the potion. I know, I know, it takes some getting used to."
Azul speaks up again. "What happened? Why is someone crying in my VIP room?"
force *clap* feed *clap* whumpee *clap* rose *clap* thorns. this is a psa
i have no idea if this makes any sense considering i dont know much about this AU, but for the family feast AU im just thinking of a casual dinner between William and his father, or so it seems that way except they're eating human meat yknow as the Williams do
i imagine William having sensory issues with the uhh fucken human guts and all the blood and his father tells him to stop being dramatic and eat and William cries bc it feels so bad but he eats anyway. and there's that image of little William weeping miserably with the intestines and blood falling from his lips
it just feels like a good metaphor for autistic kids being forced to choke down things we literally cannot handle. idk if that would be your intention but i think there's potential there :) you don't have to run with it this is just brainrot i had wahhh ok bye
sorry as soon as i read this i knew i had to do it
for like 2 years when i was a small child i wouldn’t eat anything but kraft mac and cheese or one specific obscure brand of premade frozen pancakes (with peanut butter and syrup) or one specific brand dinosaur chicken nuggets and i wouldnt drink anything but chocolate milk made from that nestle powder stuff. if i had to eat anything else i would literally make myself throw up. i eat more of a variety now but the only reason little me stopped that was bc my mom got with my stepdad and he would force feed me if i didnt want to eat what he wanted me to! but anyway yeah idk how that wasnt a clue to anyone.
undiagnosed or late-diagnosed autistics, time to reveal yourselves. what is one memory from your childhood or pre-teen years that should have suggested to people that you might have autism, but didn’t.
for me, i made my mom sing me a lullaby every night until i was 12, because i didn’t like the idea of my nightly routine ever changing. if she didn’t sing me one, i would get out of bed, go get her from wherever she was in the house, bring her to my room, and make her tuck me in and sing one to me. i wasn’t able to fall asleep until she did.