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Por dios!eso fue intensamente hermoso y lo mejor que leído <33
Oh my god! that was intensely beautiful and the best thing I've read <33
CHAPTER 36: The Asylum - Part 2
Finally here, sorry this one took so long, we both got really busy this time but it's here!
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(TW: Mental illness/health/asylums.)
PART2
Once-ler: *He holds the Warden in his arms, relieved to have another moment alone with him, knowing that they're going to get out of here and that people are following his orders. At least he can have his glasses, they're just glasses, prisoners get to wear their glasses because they're visually impaired, this should be no different. He sniffs and wipes his tears with his hand, whispering.* I love you too. *Kisses the Warden's head and sighs out, hooking his chin over his head and bundling him up in his arms.* You're going to be okay, we- we're going to get you out. *He can't let him down.*
Warden: *His eyes shut, and as he floats in the vague numbness of what's been done to him, he absorbs all of Oncie's love, the feeling of his arms, the scent of his clothes and the way his voice vibrates through his chest. It helps to calm him, more than anything else ever could, but there's an instinctive part of him ready to have it all ripped away.*
Dr. Zazzerzump: *She strides straight into the room and states in a simple, curt voice.* Mr. Once-ler. *She has the air of a headteacher who won't be suffering nonsense, but because she isn't a blustering, loud older man, and hasn't brought the chaos of a crowd with her, she doesn't cause the same flinching reaction in the Warden as everything else. To him, this is just one more thing to trust Oncie to handle for him.*
Once-ler: *Pulls his head back from his boyfriend and looks over to the new doctor walking into the room. He knows this lady to be the woman in charge here. Good, that means he can sort this out properly rather than having to slap drones around. He doesn't get up though; he won't leave Edmund unless it's necessary, and he doesn't care how he looks holding him. If anything it only shows that he means the man no harm and that they do share a relationship.* Hm. *His eyes meet hers and he lets out an acknowledging grunt.* Doctor... *He looks her up and down as for a moment her name escapes him, but he does know all the names in charge of his cities' institutions.* Doctor Zazzerzump. *That's the one. He frowns, glancing around at the other nurses as they follow in behind her as if he's pretending to wonder where the Warden's glasses are, like he's making a point. Two male doctors join also, including Snickberry-Shoo, who all keep their distance.* Thank you. I requested the nurses bring this man’s glasses to me, where are they?
Dr. Zazzerzump: *Her eyes flit to the way the Once-ler is holding the patient only once, to take in the information and judge it. It's inappropriate, maybe, but it is proof that they know each other. Or proof that the patient has been so well-drugged that he doesn't know what's happening. Well, the Once-ler is a sane man, so it's presumably the first one. And yet, policy is policy for a reason.* The patient is in here because he proved to be a danger to himself and others. We can arrange for his glasses to be reconsidered, but he cannot have them back just because you asked... *She searches for a word that isn't rude.* 'nicely'. I will have the administrators put in a request, and he will be re-evaluated for his tendencies.
Warden: *He curls tighter, pushing his bare face against the Once-ler's chest so he doesn't have to see the world without his filter.*
Once-ler: *Feels a spike of adrenaline in his chest when he's refused, the thought of having to wait making his frustration build all over again.* That's not soon enough. Can't you make an exception?! Look at him, he needs them. Even prisoners don't have their own glasses confiscated. What could be so bad about him having his when I can supervise?
Dr. Zazzerzump: They could break - he could break them - and then we have glass shards, sharp wire, and an unpredictable man in the same room. The hospital would be liable if any harm came to either of you, even - *she anticipates the potential solution he might offer* if you were to sign a waiver. I'm afraid your friend must follow the rules like everyone else in the secure wing - no special treatment. But we can have him seen by our resident optician if necessary.
Once-ler: You’re already causing harm to him by treating him like this. *Breathes in a sharp, frustrated breath as he clutches onto Edmund harder. He knew these were the reasons. He doesn't care. Edmund is more dangerous to himself without the glasses. Besides, it’s not like he isn’t already drugged up to his eyeballs, bound in a straight-jacket, and not being watched over by a sensible and powerful man.* Don't you have security cameras here for the same reason? Just keep a closer eye on him for god sake! *He knows that what he's asking is exactly special treatment, but why shouldn't he? Parole exists so that those facing trial can pay to be in a comfortable environment while they wait. He raises an eyebrow.* I'll sign whatever the hell you like, if any harm came to either of us I'd take that responsibility on myself and see to it that no repercussions fall on the hospitals reputation. I can do that. *He tilts his head to the other side, frowning harder.* On the other hand, however, I can't promise the same should my requests be refused. *Hisses as one hand releases Edmund to slip into an inner pocket inside his jacket to fine his cheque book.* Fuck sake, how much do you want for them? *Looks at her like she just personally hurt him* He’s not dangerous, not with me and not right now, look at him. I’ll pay you extra if we could just arrange to have him monitored so that he can have what he really nee-
Dr. Zazzerzump: I cannot be bought, Mr. Once-ler. *As corruptible as the bribe of money can make people, sometimes those with the a more selfish agenda than just greed can be more malicious.* *She doesn’t care for money, she cares for maintaining an old archaic institute that she holds power over. Taking small wins, keeping control over anyone in her immediate vicinity, and insisting on her old fashioned ideals. And it just so happens the vulnerable patients in this place make those objectives a lot easier. She remains totally unmoved, as cold as steel, although she does for a moment feel a skip in her chest at the thought of more money towards their operations here. Still, she will have no preferential treatment for the wealthy or connected, even if the town's founder himself starts writing a check. She doesn’t quite realise that anyone, poor or wealthy, known or noone, would be willing to give up everything in their possession for the people they love. She holds a fundamental belief, a false ‘moral’ virtue about herself, that those of the mentally impaired are a danger to be hidden rather than human beings to be treated, despite having little to no modern research supporting her biases. There is no grey area that could suggest that the pain of others might warrant an empathetic reconsideration of the ‘rules’, she just holds onto these old ideas being ‘correct’. It’s as if Thneedville, and the people in it, are a product of a time where mindsets like this were the modern standards.* As I said, we cannot sign our duty of care away.
Warden: *He shifts, yielding as easily as a doe when Oncie's hand releases him to pull out his cheque book, but never stops gripping onto him. It's all going over his head, whoever that voice belongs to. Oncie is fighting a battle above the surface of the water while he sinks down below, and all he can do to avoid going (further) mad with fright is to hold on and make sure he never leaves him by himself. Right now the world is very simple - everything outside of their arms wants to hurt him or worse, abandon him to his own mind. Everything inside their arms is safe and loves him.*
Once-ler: *Sneers at her through his teeth in a low voice.* Ev-ery-thing can be bought. *He lets her speak, and as she does, he removes his thneed from his neck as if he's already made up his mind about something, not needing to hear the rest of it- because one can’t reason with a person who’s already accepted their own world view as fact. One can’t engage debate, even the most civil, with a person who has already made up their mind. The only thing that matters now is protecting his own pack. Something about the way this woman speaks is making it both harder for him to breathe the fire he usually does and at the same time makes him want to burn it all down with even more fury than when he spoke to the previous doctor. It isn't just a bigger dog biting at a smaller yappy dog, it's a fox VS a snake, both fighting for the fallen rabbit, and he's met a snake like this before. Thankfully the two women are nothing alike, but that doesn't stop the vitriolic, rebellious feeling in his gut needing to prove her wrong. He hisses again, almost scoffing at the irony of her words.* Your ‘duty of care’… *He glances to the Warden in sympathy, then back to her with far less.* Why is he so out of his mind?
Dr Zazzerzump: *Adjusts her glasses.* Is that a trick question, Mr Once-ler? All of the patients here are ‘out of their mind’, that’s what this place is for. We haven’t begun analysis or treatment on this particular patient yet, but he’s here for a reason-
Once-ler: That’s not what I meant! *He steams. Treatment of this sort has nothing to do with the rationality of the person involved, they shouldn’t be strapped up, sedated, and left in a cold corner for someone to find them- if someone ever comes to find them- without sympathetic care.* I meant why is he so sedated? Why is he all drugged up out of his mind?
Dr Zazzerzump: He was acting out, Mr Once-ler. a danger to everybody. We sedate all of our patients. It makes them feel better and it makes it easy for us to handle them and treat them. *Of course, she has no understanding of how these patients might truly feel, she’s just trying to come across as caring to hide that all she really cares about is the efficiency of her control here.*
Once-ler: *He almost screams out lout to her; ‘Even when he’s already in a straightjacket?!’ But he doesn’t, it wouldn’t help. He looks down at Edmund who can barely hear this conversation through water, he just knows Oncie is there somewhere and is trying to protect him, but if the man wasn’t here then the confusion would only be making him panic more as he looses an extra layer of stability and understanding.* He’s not comfortable at all, he doesn’t feel better at all, he’s scared. *Maybe he was being a menace, maybe he did deserve to be brought somewhere, but then shouldn’t he have been brought to a jail cell for disorderly conduct? Somewhere he can be held for safety reasons, call someone he knows, speak to a lawyer and at least be reviewed before taken to an asylum? Who authorised that he be brought here? Were they called before the police and just snapped him up to fill one of their patient cells?… He had no idea this sort of conduct was going on here, in his own city. This is old, archaic stuff. For as abstract as Thneedville is, sometimes he does feel that it’s oddly stuck in the 1970’s, as if it’s a product of a mind that’s frame of reference is a world straight out of the late 60’s. Maybe after all of this is over he really should review this place top to bottom officially and write up a report, not just because he’s been personally hurt by it and it’s employees, but because there might be things here he’s not looked at, that could seriously do with reforming.*
Dr Zazzerzump: *Says nothing. She hasn't spared a second glance at Edmund, she's been too busy watching the angry man making his demands and she clearly has no intention of treating these patients like human beings.* If you have no further requirements, I shall leave you two in peace. Visiting hours close at 6.
Once-ler: *Almost hisses at the way she ignores his genuine concerns.* That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?! *He huffs, and in a sweep of his tailcoats, he turns back to the Warden and strides strictly over to him. He glares over his shoulder to the doctor.* I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying here with him.
Dr Zazzerump: *Suddenly spikes. He can’t stay here! That’s an obstacle between herself and the power she holds over everyone in the place.* Visiting hours close at 6 Mr-
Once-ler: I heard you! And I don’t care. If you won’t let me take him out then I have no other option than to stay with him overnight while I make preparations to have him removed.
Dr Zazzerzump: *Sneers* Mr Once-ler if you do not leave, I will have to have you removed by security.
Once-ler: *Turns around and folds his arms.* Who do you think your security is funded by? Who do you think your very institute is funded by? *He squints and tilts his head.* The Thneedville government? *He scoffs at her*. You think your governments have more power than corporations? Where did you hire your security, from the government or from a company?
Dr Zazzerzump: *Remains quiet and clenches her jaw.*
Once-ler: That’s what I thought. *He tilts his head to the door.* Go on, call them, tell them to remove me… If you really think they’ll listen to your orders over mine. *Fine. He’ll play her games of ‘procedure’ and ‘protocol’, she can make this harder for him as much as she wants, that doesn’t mean she’s going to enjoy it.*
Dr Zazzerzump: *Her icy demeanour starting to crack, she tries to hold herself together, keep her composure, refrain from forming shaking fists with her hands at her sides. By the second, the Once-ler is revealing to her what little power she has, despite her doing her best to hold onto it.* Fine. *He hisses under her breath.*
Once-ler: *Turns his back to return to the Warden.* You understand then. Good. I’ll stay here with him for as long as I need. *He won’t leave until Edmund is in his custody, until he can take him out of this dreadful place. Every part of him just wants to drag him our right now, hire his own security, pay theirs off, rip him out of the straight jacket and take him home, but the amount of chaos that that would cause in both the short and long term just isn’t worth the trauma that it’d have on Edmund. For one thing he’d need to leave him to get it all done that fast, and he couldn’t bear to leave him with them- who knows what they would do while he’s unsupervised? The manic of all the action and panic could have a terrible effect on him, while doctors are grabbing at them, large security men are shouting and the Thneedville public are watching him like a spectacle. It’d be cruel to drag him through that. It’d also cause more problems in the long term for them both if if he acted so unofficially. The best thing he can do is be sensible and assertive, plan his escape right by his side, make sure it’s as easy as it can be, and never leave him alone so long as he’s still in here. He’ll need important files and equipment to do it, and that’ll take time to arrange that if he wants to stay with him the whole time, but it can be achieved. Anything can be achieved by the Once-ler. He leans down by his boyfriend and tucks the thneed into Edmund's bound arms across his front so that he can hide his face in it. He leans into his ear.* I'm not going anywhere. *He straightens up and turns to the doctors, standing between them and Edmund and acting as a barrier while looking incredibly tall at his full height and the extra tower of his hat.*
Warden: *He curls up when Oncie gives him the thneed, and the scent of butterfly milk and truffula tufts proves to the animal in the back of his mind that he's still safe. Still, he shivers when he feels Oncie pull away, and buries himself in the fluff, focusing on the gentle way Oncie spoke to him as his sluggish mind tries to hold on to whatever it can through the grey and depressing mire. He doesn't even remember what he did to deserve being locked up in here.*
Once-ler: I didn't get to where I am today, to owning all of your jobs today, under the false idea that 'not everything can be bought'. *His hand forms a fist by his side, the other one pointing a sharp finger.* I've been nice, I’ve played your game, now you're gonna listen to me. This man is leaving this building no later than tomorrow.
Dr Zazzerzump: *Opens her mouth to speak*-
Once-ler *His index finger and thumb pinch together before anyone can interject, as if making a ‘zip it’ gesture.* I don't wanna hear anymore goddamn bullshit recited from ancient documents! You can either make this easier for me or you can make it harder on yourselves, either way I'm getting what I want. I don't care what strings I have to pull, he's leaving tomorrow. You wanna know why? Because if you won't comply, then I can have you all fuckers replaced with people who will by just making three phone calls. So it makes no difference to me other than the fact you're wasting my time!
[The nurses behind the head Dr Zazzersump and take a step back, they straighten up with a spike of adrenaline in their chests, listening to the orders like soldiers. Dr Zazzerzump blinks at him, momentarily surprised and panic setting in at that threat, which quickly turns into cold anger to hide it. She looks around her staff and can feel her own sense of control slowly crumble as the medical teams have their attention stolen away from her by the Once-ler. The man has always been very good at claiming almost anything as his own.]
Once-ler: *Starts to count on his fingers. Without shouting, now sounding more like a very strict, growling army general. Suddenly they all feel like they work for him.* I want his discharge signed. I want his duty of care handed to me. I want his clothes ready. I want him off whatever shit you've been shoving down his throat. I want his goddamn glasses! And I want it all done by 3pm tomorrow because that's how fast it will take me to fuck up your whole system here and make it mine. *If he were an animal, the hackles of his fur would be rising and his teeth would be bearing, the gruffness of his voice growling through with that last word.* Every single one of you is going to be bought because all of these procedures you're following can be bought, so you better not waste any of my goddamn time once I slam that gavel down onto your precious procedures and shove them in my back pocket! *Points a finger towards each of them.* Get it all done by 3pm tomorrow and not a second later, because The Once-ler will not be late.
[The frightened shocked doctors and nurses behind Dr Zazzersump all stare at her with gormless speechlessness. They’re ready to skitter away and do everything he’s asked without question, because, SHIT, they need to get on this fast to have it all ready by tomorrow. Dr Zazzerzump herself is sweating, and every bitter bone in her body wishes she wasn’t. How dare he turn the tables on them and make such unrealistic demands with such a short deadline, they’d have to drop everything to get this done by then.]
Dr. Zazzerzump: *She attempts to straighten up at the same rate that the Once-ler rises, meeting his eyes and paying cold attention but not interrupting him now he’s on a roll. She holds rigid against his threats and swallows, but as she notices her staff becoming more restless at the mention of procedures and paper work, she can’t find a reason to oppose it. What he's asking for is technically reasonable, if unorthodox, so he’s trapped her in a dead end, all her talk of procedures turned back on her, and thrown the threat of a deadline at them all. Thank god that it is reasonable though, in the tightest possible way of tip-toeing around all the orthodox rules, because by this point not even she wants to deal with what wrath he might bring if she refuses him again. At the end of the day, he owns this town more than anyone else, more than she owns this asylum- regrettably.*
Warden: *He hears a man yelling, and like a dreamstate he simultaneously recognises the voice as his Oncie, and expects it to belong to a very different, much more violent man - because that's the man who would normally be in a locked cell like this with him unable to fight back. It’s confusing as his hearts instinct battles his learned neurological instinct. He curls further, clenching his eyes shut even tighter and reminding himself beneath all the numb and rubbery haze that Oncie is protecting him, Oncie will come for him, and that despite the sound of that powerful voice reminding him of things more dangerous, maybe it’s only so powerful because for once it’s actually protecting him. It does sound a lot like his strong Oncie after all. He’s safe.*
Once-ler: *Pulls in a deep breath and grabs the lapels of his jacket, pulling on them to straighten them. Clears his throat.* I will stay with him here overnight, I will keep the button alarm on me should I need to make anymore requests, no-one is to come near him unless it's for very specific medical reasons I'm unqualified to perform. Food, drink, medication, cleaning, anything else will all be handled by myself, and I want him weaned off the medication ASAP. *He raises an eyebrow.* You better hurry up then.
[The nurses scatter like a flock of pigeons, forgetting for a moment that Dr Zazzerzump needed to give an official before they can, but the Once-ler is right, they do need to hurry up if they want it all done on time. They need to turn the place upside down to avoid his wrath if he’s ready to leave tomorrow at 3pm and they’re late for it. How can the man work so fast when there’s only one of him and he can’t leave a cell? They have an entire team of people but they’re the ones frantically panicking for a deadline.)
Dr Zazzerzump: *Behind her, the doctors and nurses have backed off skittishly and darted off to work, trapped between the demands of two different dangerous animals who could both ruin their lives if they make a wrong move, but the bigger one clearly won. After a pause to collect her thoughts, Dr. Zazzerzump clears her throat and raises her hand to them. They’ve already made up their minds who they’re taking orders from now, but she throws out an official instruction, just to maintain a semblance of composure.* *Clears her throat.* Yes!- Mh.. Do as he says. For 3pm tomorrow.
*They scatter out of the door like spilled marbles, leaving the two alone. Then Dr. Zazzerzump continues.*
Dr. Zazzerzump: *Bitterly* The medication is a temporary sedative; it will wear off by morning and I shall make a note that no further doses will be required. There will be a nurse on call to arrange for overnight accommodations. *Grimaces, but tries to maintain professional. The decision has already been made now, all she can do is go along with it and appear as reasonable as she can to avoid receiving that harsh report.* Should you require anything further, the staff will assist you. Is that everything, Mr. Once-ler?
Once-ler: *Finally seems like he might consider withdrawing his claws the moment people start following his orders, especially when the woman confirms it to her staff. The fact that she doesn’t even question his power, influence or ability to have everything done by tomorrow in order to take Edmund out, goes a long way to placating him. He’d have really started ruining lives, he doesn’t care who the head doctor in this place is, if she’d said something like ‘we can’t guarantee, sir, that the changes you claim to make will be completed by then, if at all, and so signing documents and making preparations for rules that aren’t already in place would be a misdirection of time as well as possibly setting us up for illegal- blah blah blah.’ Good thing they all know when they’re in the jaw of the lion.* Yes. You can leave us alone.
*Dr Zazzerzump leaves with a slight twist in her expression, letting out a silent frustrated, but almost relieved that it’s over, sigh of relief. As she and the rest of the staff move away down the corridor and the door swings shut with a heavy thunk, she can be heard issuing clipped commands to everyone else. She tries not to rush too much, because rushing tends to make mistakes, but these things will move quick.*
Once-ler: *When everyone leaves and they’re finally left in private again, he turns back to Edmund, curled up on the floor, and all the anger sighs out of him (at least for now). Drops back down to his knees and leans over him, places his hand on his shoulder.* Edmund…? *His eyebrows knot up.* Edmund it’s me, they’re all gone.
Warden: *He pulls slightly tighter around himself when he feels the pressure of someone's footsteps on the floor beside him. The pressure on his shoulder doesn't make him jump - it can't – but he feels a spike of fear, in automatic self defence he tries to strike like a cornered rat and bite the hand. In reality though, he just manages to turn slowly and gasp. And then Oncie speaks, and he forgets everything except that his knight in shining armour is here.*
Warden: *He cracks open his eyes and looks up at Oncie, his brow creased with worry, desperate to get himself moving enough to talk but unable to force it.* O-okay. *He needs those bright blue eyes so much, but they're so bright he can barely look at them. His pupils visibly shrink against them. He shuts his eyes tight again with distress, hating the grey and how close he is to everything terrible around him.*
*This is so much. The cogs in his brain try to turn, and he thinks that he wants to break the bad feelings with a joke, or a flippant comment - it's not a conscious thought, but it's what the instincts in him tell him to do. He forces himself to speak again, his voice a hushed whisper.* ...I’m s- I'm really... Really scared.
Once-ler: *Sees the way Edmund almost tries to flinch and his eyebrows knot up harder. He can't even protect himself, it's so sad. Then that recognition comes and he swallows, his stomach fluttering with sad little butterflies but fluttering nonetheless.* I- I know, I know you are. *Sighs out and immediately drops down to wrap his arms around him and bundle him up again. He knew he'd get nowhere asking for them to release him from the straight jacket, not if they won’t even let him have his glasses because he's too unpredictable apparently. He was hoping he might be able to fumble with it himself once alone, but as he hugs him and feels around the back of it, he feels the padlocks and realises that not just anyone outside of the wrapped patient himself is free to mess with it. He mentally sighs, but just becomes more kind and gentle in response.* It's okay if you're scared. *His voice becomes thick but he holds himself together.* It's okay, but you don't have to be scared now, because- because I'm here s- so you're safe, and nothing is going to hurt you or scare you anymore. *Cups his hand around the back of his head and pulls him into his shoulder, and plants a long pressed kiss into his head.*
Warden: *His arms shuffle what little they can in an unconscious attempt to reach out and hold onto Oncie, but the best he can do is curl up as close as he can into the hug. Eyes shut, surrounded by his scent, he listens to the words and slowly translates them - he has to wait for each word to pop into meaning like bubbles from the ocean floor. His body relaxes a little bit, unable to protect himself anymore - no powers, no strength, not even his special filter that means nothing is real and nothing really matters. Suddenly everything matters, and it all wants to hurt him. Except Oncie. He's still here, he didn't leave forever. He sniffs, still tearful, and nuzzles into his shoulder and the thneed still tangled up between them. That kiss sends a wave of relief and love through him, and he realises without surprise that he's crying again. He shuffles again against the jacket, not enough to be considered 'a struggle', but miserably testing what it is. In a slightly thicker voice of his own, he asks,* What did I do? *He's obviously in trouble, he obviously did something, because he's in prison. If he wasn't so addled he'd be mad on his own behalf and flailing about it again, but all he can figure right now is that everyone's upset with him except Oncie, and that doesn't feel great.*
Once-ler: *Opens his eyes wide when he's asked what he did wrong, and he doesn't know how to answer. Even if the Warden wasn't sedated and put up a good fight, he'd crack eventually. He might go feral for a bit, but these people are… ‘trained’ to handle a dangerous, damaged psych patient like him. He's the Warden to himself, he's The Once-ler's soulmate to the man holding him, but the reality is that to them he's just another severe case like so many other names on a list and fading faces in the facility rooms. Their treatment of him is completely wrong, but he’s not a stable man, that’s the reality, and right now there's a lot of reality, there isn't a lot of Edmund. A runt might try to put up a good fight with it's teeth and it's ratty snarls, but in the end it'll still drop down under the teeth of a dog bigger and scarier than it, when it’s adrenaline has worn off and it knows it can’t put up a fight, when it's instincts tell it how small it really is and that it should just conserve it's energy and lie down. Edmund, at his heart, is a meek man. The thought of him being lost here, hiding fearfully in the corner of a room away from the dogs that beat the defences out of him, just like his father did, is the worst nightmare he ever could have conjured up.*
Once-ler: *His arms grip around him tighter, tighter than the jacket, and the way he feels him weakly squirm makes his heart break. He pulls back just enough to see his face, hand still cupping the back of his head, so it isn't heavy for Edmund to hold up.* Ohh... *His eyebrows knot.* It was just... *He doesn't even know what to say. He glances down his body and starts to shuffle them so they can rest against the wall in the corner of the room where it's most secluded.* You must be cold, let me help. *He shuffles up into the corner, carrying his boyfriend slowly with him, and takes the thneed back. He lets him rest between his legs against his front while he stretches out the thneed and turns it into a blanket. His heart is pounding and he's trying to swallow down an emotional lump, then he lays the thneed blanket over Edmund and then shuffles out of his own green tailcoat and lays that over him too to create a second, heavier layer to keep the warmth in. Pressed between Oncie's front, then the thneed and Oncie's weighted jacket, he wraps his arms around him and hugs him to his chest.* There. There, that's better.
Warden: *When Oncie cups his face, he looks up into his eyes as best he can and tries to understand what he did. Deep down, beneath all of his delusions, the current sedatives, the self-denial and the fantasies, he knows he's doing bad things. But if he didn't do those bad things, he'd be doing something even worse by letting down the terrible spirit of his father. To be good he has to be a good prison warden, and a good prison warden is vicious, cruel and controlling. But, because he's always been an empathetic baby, he knows that to be vicious, cruel and controlling makes people hate you and makes you a bad person. He can't win. There is no condition where everyone likes him and is pleased with him, so the only conclusion he has ever been able to come to is that he's just an inherently bad human being. But that's okay if he's louder than everyone else, insists to everyone else that he isn’t until he’s *delusional*, and tries to make them happy occasionally by making things fun. That's why he includes the prisoners in his science fairs and vacations and car races – bad, boring wardens wouldn’t do that, right?*
*His expression breaks, tears filling his eyes as his mouth quivers and devastation spreads across his features. When he was a little boy, the scariest thing in the world was the thought of being abandoned for being bad. Now, here, it feels like reality itself is doing just that - he's been shoved out the way and left behind. He clamps up and tries not to make a sound, in case that's bad too.*
*He's completely pliable as Oncie moves them, trying to help but he can only move his legs and he can't move them much. When they settle, though, and he's covered in layers of warm weight and held all tightly in his protector's arms, reality feels that bit further away and he remembers that he's not been abandoned. Not fully, not by everyone.* *With a little bleat, he nods. It is better. His bare feet push against the cold floor beneath the blankets so that he's pushed against Oncie's front.* *After a moment, he finds the words to say.* Whatever I did... I- I didn't mean to... *That's a lie. But he'd do anything to be kept.*
Once-ler: *Feels his heart break when he sees the tears and tries to catch them with his thumb as he cups his cheek. He hugs him to his front, treasuring him like he's the only teddy-bear his parents have ever been able to afford, and clinging to him like a child hiding from the shadows in a wardrobe. Gasps at his words and whispers.* You didn't- It was an accide- it was a mistake- *He feels distinctly, innocently, devastated and sick to his stomach with guilt and worry, in an almost confused way that a juvenile would. As if he's at fault of doing something so bad to the younger kid living next door, who he often goes out to play with, but it's also his responsibility to take care of. But this time he convinced him to jump into the lake, climb too far up a tree, go too close to a wild animal, and it's his fault now that something terrible happened to him, and he's terrified of being told off by both their mom’s. So he just hides in the woods with him, trying to fix it and not knowing how, and just telling him that he's okay and everything will be fine, but he also feels sick with horror. His voice breaks.* But- but I'm going to fix it- I will! I'll fix it!
*He gasps as tears form in his own eyes and he curls around him. He's letting him down, he can't do anything right, he can't even get him out of this place in a city that be basically owns.* I- I'm so sorry- It's my fault. *His expression breaks down and he pulls him to his front, hooking his head over his shoulder and shaking it with guilt. He's useless. He can't even protect him from his own damn city.* I'm sorry, I'm s- so, so sorry, Edmund. I'm so sorry.
Warden: *He nuzzles against him, drying his tears on Oncie's front and pressing against him for safety until his muscles start to soften - he can't keep the effort up for very long, but he always stays hugged up in his arms. He lets out a soft hiccup when he hears that it was an accident, or a mistake, whatever it was. He can't remember how he ended up here - every memory is fuzzy and indistinct like a dream that fades faster the more he tries to grasp for it - but at least Oncie doesn't blame him. Right now that's the very final thing that matters, like the last star still burning in the sky. Everything else has failed, but Oncie is always there, and he never leaves him.*
*He doesn't quite understand when Oncie says he'll 'fix it'. He doesn't know what there is to fix, because prison is an inevitable force that can't be changed. It's like saying you'll fix a sunset. His eyes crack open again, wet eyelashes fluttering against his boyfriend's neck while his own dears don’t cease.* Hm? *The cogs try to turn again.* W-Why? *His voice is hushed, but it's still his usual loopy, lyrical lisp, with a quiver of sadness.* You're here. *That is the only thing that matters. The only thing.*
Once-ler: *Looks down at him with wet eyelashes too.* Because, well because you're still here too and I think it's my fault you are. *He sniffs and begins wiping the Warden's tears away with his hand, since he can't do it himself.* But- but like I said, I'll fix it. *He makes sure not to talk too quickly, to let the words sink in.* I'm going to take you back home, I'm going to make you feel better. It just- *he hiccups as another tear appears and he wipes it away on his shoulder,* It just won't be right now. But I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying here with you until I can make everything okay again- and then forever after that.
Warden: *He looks up at Oncie with half-lidded eyes, still tight enough in the corners that the middle-aged creases around them are visible, but more relaxed than they have been thus far. He blinks slowly when Oncie wipes his tears away, foggy from the sedatives, believing everything he says because he has no choice but to do so, and trusting him because how could he not? He knows in his heart that nobody should like him enough to be here, but Oncie is because they're in love.*
*His subconscious can't quite believe it when he's told they're going to get out of here, not because he doesn't trust Oncie but because he's never known a reality where a prison wasn't an ultimate and inescapable thing. If he was sober he'd believe him, but he can't right now. However, when he says he'll be with him forever 'after that'... something shifts. To hear that Oncie wants to be with him forever shakes up the foundations he otherwise fully believed in, and the idea that there might be a forever after this suddenly becomes plausible. His eyes widen just a little bit more - even as glassy as they are - and a smile slowly spreads across his face, welling up with hopeful, emotional, grief-stricken tears as raw feeling is able to bleed up through the sedation.* Ye... yeah? *He sounds so hopeful, and with the tone of a soldier wanting someone to keep talking to him as he bleeds out on the battlefield, his chest shuddering with emotional hiccups. Nuzzled up against him, able to feel his heartbeat and bury in his scent, looking up at him and hearing his voice - if he can't have his glasses, he can put a new barrier between himself and the rest of reality.*
Once-ler: *His heart breaks and clutches at the hope in the Warden's voice, seeing him smile makes some ray of hope bloom in him too. Nothing can stop the happiness that the Warden brings to the Once-ler when he smiles, no amount of sedatives or guilt, when the man shows that grin, shows the cute gap in his teeth and has that hope in his eyes, it can’t stop Oncie from smiling back to greet him. As his eyes well up again with painful love at the way the Warden’s overflow, he smiles a little too.* Ye-hes...* He almost sobs out silently, between his quivering, smiling lips. He sniffs, then leans in slowly, gently cups Edmunds cheek to tilt towards him, and presses his lips to his. The kiss lingers in softness, barely any pressure applied but the sentiment still clear. His arms squeeze him tenderly a little bit, and after he pulls away he gazes into his eyes and replies in a low voice.* Yes. I promise.
Warden: *He drinks in Oncie's smile like it's sunlight, fortifying him a little better and feeding that faith that everything is going to be alright. He can't envision what it might look like (which spooks him, because he has a very vivid imagination) but he believes that he'll feel better soon. Like a feedback loop, Oncie's returned smile only makes his bigger too. Then they kiss, and under the sedatives it feels like his stomach has erupted like an underwater volcano, something hot and wild and frantically desperate, dampened by a thick layer of vacuum, but unmistakeably there. It feels like he’s been kissed for the very first time, by the only person he’ll love for the rest of his life. It takes him a second to react before his lips twitch and then he's kissing back too - with a similar light pressure, but still very much a presence. Oncie is here, and Oncie loves him, he’s been saved. They draw back, and he looks up at him with utter trust, wide and glassy-eyed, but believing in him as the most powerful force of nature to exist. His eyes might be foggy, but his smile shines through for him.*
Once-ler: *Pulls away from the kiss and adores the smile on Edmunds face. He desperately needs that belief- because no-one else has ever believed in him. Strokes his thumb over his cheek as he cups his face and he gazes into his eyes, wiping away some more tears for his boyfriend. His eyebrows knot up as he blinks his own away and he sighs out sadly.* My little bunny... *Kisses his forehead again and tilts his head in concern, squinting his own eyes as if trying to stop them from being so bright, because he knows they're bright for the Warden without his glasses.* Do your eyes hurt?
Warden: *The combination of Oncie's gentle handling, the safe weight of the covers and the kind tone of his voice softens the Warden's body until he's a warm, heavy weight against his front. He still squints as he looks up into Oncie's eyes, but he doesn't want to lose him by shutting his own.* *It takes him a moment to translate the question, especially since he's still glowing over the kind and loving pet-name, but then he replies quietly,* Mmhmm... a little. *He doesn't care anymore, though. As long as his world is so small that it's only the two of them, he can survive even if they do ache.* I-it's okay.
Once-ler: *Eyebrows knot up in sympathy.* I can't get your glasses but- *Reaches up above his top hat where his sunglasses rest on his head and takes them, while also removing his hat and placing it down.* You can wear mine if it makes you more comfortable. *He helps him try them on, knowing that they're not yellow lenses so can't make anything warmer, but they are dark and so might helps soothe some of the brightness or overwhelming peripheral vision. The weight of glasses on his face might also just provide something of a placebo effect, who knows?* Does that feel better, or no?
Warden: *He watches with glassy docility as Oncie places the glasses on his face, and as darkness falls over his vision he blinks in curiosity. Then the unseen tension in his shoulders relax and the lines around his eyes soften. That feels much better - even if they still aren't right and don't make him feel like he's in his own little fantasy world, he does at least have the separation and some rest for his weak eyes.*
*He smiles up at him from behind his sunglasses, looking quite the picture in his colourless hospital clothes, restraints, and Oncie's sunglasses.* Much better. *He shuffles against him, unable to inch any closer but just wanting to feel the action of drawing nearer to him anyway.* Thank you... *He thanks him as innocently as a child knowing to be polite, but with all the love they share together.*
Once-ler: *Gently smiles when he sees that it's made him feel somewhat better.* Good~ *Leans down and kisses his forehead.* You're welcome. *His stomach squirms as he feels Edmund shift and for a moment wonders if he's uncomfortable, but then he settles against him.* They suit you. *He says with a quiet chuckle, wanting to ease some tension with a playful compliment.
Warden: *Blinks at Oncie with his own, slightly delirious, giggle. He looks up at him with endless gratitude, even just for the slight attempt at play with the compliment, because any amount of play is a good distraction away from bad feelings for the Warden.*
Once-ler: *He smiles back with depth behind his gaze. His heart then skips a beat as he thinks about saying it again, and maybe hearing it back, although he wouldn't worry if he doesn't because knows now that he's capable of it at least. His arms squeeze around him gently, lovingly and he mumbles by his ear.* I love you.
Warden: *He's so glad he's squeezed back, too. He wants that tangible sense of being as close as possible, so his senses are full with the fact that he's protected - because it's really spooky being unable to do anything to defend himself. When he hears those three words again, his body rises with a deep breath of relief and a rush of giddy - if woozy - happiness. Hearing those words still doesn't feel real, those words never applied to him before this man came along, and on some foggy level he understands that even now in all this bad feeling Oncie still wants him enough to be here and say that. Emotion rises in the back of his throat and for a moment his heart flutters. He loves him too.*
*He wants to say those words back. In the addled and muzzy confusion of the past few hours, he's not sure if he's ever been able to or not, but those are also dangerous words that might mean something very bad happens if he says them out loud. He doesn't want to bring down an axe on Oncie right when they're at their weakest, but at the same time he wants to say it so bad.* I-I... *He swallows, then quickly nods as a lump rises in his throat. Silently, he begs Oncie to understand.*
Once-ler: *His hand rises into the Warden's hair and he strokes his fingers through it. He smiles as he watches him try to reply, and doesn't force him, the fact that he's trying to is proof enough, it always has been. His stomach flutters and he leans down to press his lips against his head. He adds quietly when the Warden stops himself.* I know.
Warden: *He's so relieved to hear that Oncie doesn't need him to say it. If he did, the pressure would be too much, especially right now, and he wouldn't know what to do to make it go away. As it is, rather than struggle with the darkness, he's able to float in his arms, and even though he's far from home and can't move his body and doesn't know what to do, he's still kind of cosy. Even a little bit happy.*
*A few moments ago, he said those words because he wasn't sure if he'd ever see Oncie again, and if Oncie was getting away from him then... he was escaping, so maybe he'd hear them and wouldn't be hurt. That was the thought process, the desperation, that managed to coax those words out of him. As he clings to his soulmate's front as best he can, calmer and more aware that they're both here and both 'in danger', he isn't sure they have that freedom. A big man with an axe might enter at any moment. But somehow he still feels like Oncie might be a bigger man. He tilts his head closer to Oncie's chest and says very quietly, forcing the words forward,* A-are we safe?
Once-ler: *His hand comes round and clutches his head protectively when he feels him tilt towards his chest, and when he asks that question he opens his mouth to reply, but then a quick knock taps against the door and the sound of locks clicking with keys echoes through. His attention flicks to it and his grip tightens around Edmund, not to worry him but to make him aware he's protected. He stares towards the incoming sound like a wolf ready to pounce with sharp eyes, ready to snarl at the threat. But he suddenly remembers to collect himself.*
*The knock isn't so much of a request to enter as it is a warning someone is entering, the kind of half assed knock an aged mother gives on her teenage sons bedroom door before sweeping in to dump a pile of laundry on the bed. It's not so much of a knock and entry as it is two hard taps and the immediate creak of the metal hospital door as it sweeps open and white light floods through. An older, plumper woman enters with a younger nurse by her side. The former has been a carer for forty years, the latter didn't want to come back here alone.*
Older nurse: Evenin' Mr. Once-ler, sorry to disturb, but we've brought the overnight stuff by instruction of Dr. Zazzerzump. *She has bags under her eyes, her voice is nasally and she speaks her words with a slow drawl. She's a chunky, round figure and is the type of old nurse who has changed so many bedpans over the years that nothing disgusts or surprises her anymore. Although some patients occasionally do, including this one, but she's good at brushing it off and getting on with her job.* C'mon Lissie! *She enters further into the room holding a large roll of bedding like a lady Viking shifting a boulder. Lessie, a younger, fairly new nurse shuffles in hesitantly after her with pillows.* Do you want it assem-ba-lin' for you, Sir?
Warden: *Suddenly there's noise and voices and loud rattling, and it hits him all wrong because his brain can't process things properly right now. If he was by himself he'd panic and fear would strike and thrash him at them like a prey animal caught in a net. Flinching at and away from them somewhere between impulsive attempts to snap defensively and simply shriek from fright- or, that's what he'd think he'd be doing. In reality the sedative is too much to let him do anything shake out of fear and try to hiss. But his instincts are different now that there's someone else to take care of him, a bigger predator able to fight for him, and so that panicked, protective aggression doesn't trigger. Instead, he's just terrified and begging for rescue. He yelps at the sudden noise, and instinctively dives further against Oncie as if he were trying to dig himself into the ground. His body can be felt to begin to shake, and his hands tighten under his restraints as he grips onto himself in an automatic attempt to protect his organs. He lets out a small sound of fear and manages to dig his heel into the ground and shove himself as hard as he can into Oncie's arms, trying to hide in him like a deer hiding between the legs of a stag.*
Once-ler: *Is frowning towards the noise, but he blinks at the Warden's sudden rustling and hiding and feels his heart clutch in his chest as the same rate his hands clutch around him. His gaze snaps towards the door, now not so furious because things are more in his control and he has his soulmate back in his arms, but still protective. He assumes it's nurses returning to drop off the overnight accommodations he was promised, but Edmund doesn't have enough comprehension of what's happening to understand that's all this is. He pulls him into his front, hiding his face in his chest as he holds his hand against the back of his head and pulls their makeshift covers up a little more over him. He feels the shaking and hears the sound, and as his stomach clenches he can't help but whisper down to him that he's okay. Then he orders at the women.* No, just drop them down there and go. I'll do them myself.
Warden: *He's tense - really, really tense - as he grits his teeth and tries to block out the fact that reality is once again intruding on his world just when it was starting to arrange itself in a tiny little bubble he could kind of begin to handle. He was okay, for a second when it was just them. But the noise leaves him exposed to the real world again, to people who threaten everything about him. Even them just looking at him means he's not The Warden, which is the only thing his mind can deal with.*
*He's not sure if he'll end up bending his sunglasses with the force he's putting on them as he buries himself in Oncie's front. His arms shove, just once, in a panicked attempt to grab around his boyfriend's waist or flail at oncoming danger, but it's not strong and the jacket prevents anything from really happening. He can hear his breathing squeak, but he does at least calm a little bit when he hears Oncie talk to him. He stops his minute attempts at struggling, though his heart still flutters and he still freezes against him like a rabbit caught in an open field.*
Older Nurse: *Shrugs and drops the things on the floor. Lissie does the same, dropping down the pillows and a bag containing some overnight supplies. She grumbles on her way out barely heard.* A 'thank you' would be nice… Young men these days-
Nurse Lessie: *Nudges the older nurse and points over to the Warden. Whispers to her.* Nurse Julie, is that allowed?
Warden: *He doesn't really follow what they're saying, but he recognises the tones enough to hear when they drop the things on the floor - which makes him jump anyway - and start to leave. He begins to soften, just a little, but then they start talking again and he kicks at the ground beneath the covers and whispers Oncie's name in the smallest voice, begging him to make them go away.*
Once-ler: *He feels the pressure against him and doesn't care if his sunglasses are bent so long as they don't end up hurting the Warden himself. The kicking and the little whisper of his name only makes that anger surge up harder because now he's responding to his soulmates fear and feels anxious to defend his space. He just made a warm nest for him and they're invading it.*
Nurse Julie: *Huffs and looks over with her hand on her hips, adjusting her own glasses when she notices the new ones on the Warden.* Sir, I can't say that won't count as contraband like his own if he's-
Once-ler: *Is currently hooking his chin over the Warden's head and stroking his back with his hand under the coat and thneed. He rolls his eyes and snaps at her, the demand barked and final.* Just get out.
Warden: *Flinches at the sudden loud voice, his common sense even more inhibited with the sedatives and therefore his learned behaviour responds instinctively with a flinch to the shout of the angry man. But a split second later, he recognises the voice as his Oncie, which makes sense because the shout was very close and Oncie is hugging him right now, and that flinch immediately settles because he knows he’s being protected. Oncie is so powerful and has such a presence, he’d recognise that voice of his anywhere, it’s the voice that shows strength and makes demands around Superjail despite everything. Even in the jaws of Superjail, Oncie is still a force to be reckoned with. For some reason, that foggy thought almost makes his throat close up.*
Nurse Julie: *Rolls her eyes and shrugs as she turns and then leads Lessie out of the room.* There, that's your answer. *They close it all back up and leave them in peace.*
The Once-ler: *Once the women are gone, his attention immediately turns back to the man in his arms, even if a part of him is still watching their surroundings so that Edmund knows someone is.* Hey, hey, it's okay, they're gone. *He curls around him and rubs his lips against his head, speaking in a softer voice.* You're safe now.
Warden: *He's shaking like a leaf when the door shuts, eyes clenched shut, and realising beneath everything that he's in a really, really bad place, and that for him to be in this really bad place, something really has gone wrong. A certain existential understanding falls over him, but he doesn't have the processing power to handle it. He's actually in trouble. This is a situation that might not just go away like a sickness or a nightmare, but this might mean his life has really changed permanently. His eyes fly open and he looks up at Oncie like he's desperate to see something other than the terrible world he's landed himself in, and he whispers the word that signals that he wants everything to stop. His white flag, his safe-word, the sign that he wants to be in his bed now, and for the ride to stop so he can get off.* I'm sorry. *His voice is barely audible, but his expression is a mask of anguish. He pants with the appearance of falling into a pain-induced panic.* I'm so sorry.
Once-ler: *The shaking only makes him grip harder, as if it might keep him stable, especially at the way Edmund tries to hug for him but just can't. All he can do is hold him back with more strength, and at the least it keeps him warm so the chill doesn't make the shaking worse. Then he feels him lift his head and so he looks back down to him, and that expression of complete, traumatised surrender breaks his heart so hard that it makes him gasp out loud. Then those words come, and he loses his own. He doesn't know what to say, he feels his tongue go cold with a kind of horrified nausea. He shakes his head, eyes wide with knotted eyebrows as he gazes into his eyes and tries to just understand what he means.*
*Something in his expression, in his eyes, is telling him and he thinks he might just see the existential anguish in them. He just wants it to stop, he knows he's been bad - because he's in a bad place, and that's how he knows it works - but he doesn't quite know or remember what he's done. But he feels it, and he'll just apologise for anything, to anyone, to hope it might make the pain go away, that it might stop the punishment. When has he ever offered that grace to anyone himself? Maybe he doesn't even know it's an option, which makes this even more devastating if it's just a broken last cry for help that he knows is hopeless. Nevertheless, what he begs for is a thing that, in his childhood and world view, has always been nothing but an inconceivable idea that’s as real as the Easter bunny. That thing is mercy.*
*He sighs out a shuddering pained breath and cups his face gently with his hand.* Ohh... Bunny... *He swallows, feeling a small lump in his throat. He can only think of one thing to say, whether or not it's appropriate to come from him. None of this seems personal, none of it seems specific, it's all just highly emotional and much like Edmund will say anything to make the punishment end, Oncie will say whatever he needs to hear to ease him in this moment.* I forgive you. *He pulls him into his shoulder and curls around him, his knees coming up even more to cradle him.* You're forgiven. I can't make the bad things stop right now but I can promise you that you're not in trouble, not with me. You were never in trouble with me. *He kisses the side of his head a few times* And I'm staying here, and as long as I'm here with you, you're in a place where you're not in danger, you're not in trouble and you're not being punished, even if you're upset and hurting.
Warden: *His wide eyes stare up through the sunglasses and lock onto Oncie's, desperate for them. When his hand cups his face, he tilts into it so that his cheek is slightly smushed by his palm, a sliver of his teeth visible between parted lips, and big, terrified eyes filling with tears. When Oncie says those words, for a moment his world stops. His eyes can't pull any wider, but his breath pauses and something settles deep down in him - the little motor that had been driving him to higher and higher panic, telling him that he was in trouble and to run. When he hears that he's forgiven, it starts to very carefully melt down.*
*He's pulled in, and again he tries to hard to hug back but the best he can do is press against him and nuzzle into his warm embrace. His eyes don't shut but they do tighten as tears fall again, and he watches Oncie from the hug like he doesn't dare turn away and find out that he's a figment of a dream. He hears Oncie tell him that he's not in trouble, that he's never been in trouble with Oncie, and that he's going to stay here. That he's not in danger and he's not going to be hurt even though he doesn't feel good. A little bleat splutters out of him as he absorbs those kisses, needing them so badly.*
*'Forgiveness' has never been a word in the Warden's vocabulary. In day-to-day life, sure, he'll forgive a slight. He'll forgive his friends for mistakes and accidents, or deliberately pretend they don't hate him if they do something that hurts, but that's not mercy. Mercy is different. He's never once granted mercy to a prisoner without an ulterior motive. The only other time he ever showed mercy was when he dared to feed that puppy, and they both know what happened after that. Justice and mercy are two sides of the same coin, but he's never flipped his over. His father never flipped it over either - all he's ever known is black-and-white punishment for crimes. Mercy is ‘cheating’, as his Father would think. But he's so scared, and he'd do anything to make the fear go away. He'll cheat if he has to, not realising that he's not 'cheating', but genuinely crying out for help because his mind and sanity are still fighting for a shred of survival and he’s too small and weak to do it himself. His whisper of those words might as well be a scream from a burning building.*
Once-ler: *He doesn't realise that what the Warden’s psychology really reads is him granting him mercy, although that is the truth to what Oncie is offering him. Because as Edmund begs the universe for mercy in his moment of pain, the universe has granted it to him in the form of The Once-ler. Out of everything around him, this is the kind offering, the acceptance of the white flag, the hearing of the safe word and the offer to help cease the pain. That doesn't mean he can change the rest of his situation, but one corner of this situation is merciful. He does consciously know forgiveness however. He knows guilt and he knows how much freedom forgiveness can bring a person, because he knows that he himself would still be in a terrible place had the Lorax not forgiven him for all he'd done.*
Warden: *After a moment, he gives a pitiful nod. With a wet, little laugh he nuzzles his nose into his neck. He's still scared, but as Oncie insists on those promises, the dread begins to lift. He plants a gentle kiss against him.*
The Once-ler: *That lump in his throat grows as he sees the Warden's reaction, but he stays strong, his stomach flutters at the gentle kiss against him and he bundles him up in a little squirm. They couldn't be closer but he still wants him to feel cuddled.* You're safe, Edmund, it's just you and me, and nothing can hurt you when I'm with you. *His voice is low and soft and he kisses his head again.* I love you. *He pulls back just enough to look at him and cup his face, he smiles softly, wiping a tear from his cheek with his thumb.* And in a moment I'm going to wrap us up in that soft blanket, lie us down in the pillows, and we're going to cuddle up together all night. Now that doesn't sound much like punishment, huh?
Warden: *The fear leaves him in layers, each one peeling away or falling to dust, one-by-one as Oncie handles him so tenderly. The existential dread leaves him first, as Oncie promises him that he's not in trouble and reminds him that even if he's uncomfortable, he's not going to be harmed by anyone so long as he's here. Beneath that is an animal tension, ready to spring and try to run or try to defend himself, or cry for help as his instincts prepare for a wolf attack. He's so vulnerable, and he knows it, that he's been flooding himself with adrenaline that's been battling the sedatives in his bloodstream for what must be hours. As he's cuddled up and as Oncie gives him a warm place to curl, as he kisses him and cups his face and says he'll always protect him, that slowly falls away as well.*
*Soon he's left only with the fear at the very bottom of it all, that will probably not go away until they get out of this place. That fear is manageable - it's just an undercurrent of knowledge that he hasn't got his shield and that life is scary and that he's not in Superjail anymore, and that can be carried so long as he's not left by himself. As long as Oncie is handling everything else, he can handle that.*
*It takes him a second for Oncie's words to sink through the fog, but then he nods with a weary, relieved smile, even a little chuckle in his voice.* Mmhmm~ *The smile pushes a final tear down his cheek and over Oncie's thumb, and he blushes ever-so-slightly pink when he's told that he loves him. Soft blankets and a warm bed sound very good right about now.*
Once-ler: *Lets out a soft, loving hum of laughter that's only just audible. His own chest doesn't feel quite as panicked anymore even though he still wants to get Edmund out of here as fast as possible. He's accepted what he can't change and is focusing in what he can control, and now that he can tell his boyfriend's heart rate is calming down, his own is relaxing too and becomes a calm thud against Edmund's front. A hand slides into his hair and he pulls him gently down under his chin and rests his lips against his head as he softly draws his fingertips through his hair in rhythmic circles. He loves him, more than anything in the world, he loves him, so even if Edmund couldn't be released in some ridiculous universe where the Once-ler doesn't get what he wants, he'd stay here in this room with him for an eternity. He whispers.* We'll stay here a moment and then I'll sort the bed out, okay? *He kisses his head, and just so soothe him a little more, he starts to slowly hum a little jingle he once made up about Thneeds and how everybody needs one.*
Warden: *His eyes close as Oncie's hand slides into his hair, his senses still trying to be alert for danger but failing as a sense of comfort, of utter relief, overwhelms him. He curls up under his partner's chin as he's guided, and a few more tears fall down his face - healing tears after a long day fraught with terror, rather than the cry for help they were before. He makes a soft sound that he understands, when Oncie tells him he'll move in a moment to get things sorted, and the softest, most musical little laugh escapes him when he hears that jingle. If he's playing, they really must be okay.*
*The fear fades as his world becomes encapsulated in the Once-ler's arms, and the emotions rush in slowly but surely, like an avalanche of honey. He adores this man. He needs him more than he has ever needed anything else, because he's saving him - not just protecting him like his glasses or his prison. His lips quiver with just how intensely and just how truly those emotions hit, and after a moment he pushes his face into Oncie's neck to whisper words that would normally be so terrifying but right now feel like the only things that matter.* I-I... *His voice is so quiet, not wanting the universe to hear his confession of guilt and weakness, because these words were always treated like that's what they were. But if Oncie has the power to make even mercy exist, then maybe he’s right, maybe his Father was also wrong about those three words. He said them already, in a fit of desperation that he only half-understands, but he says them now like it's a secret he's privileged to keep.* …*He takes a soft, deep breath and pushes himself harder into his arms.* I-I love you...
Once-ler: *He's happily curled around his boyfriend, loving the way he nestles into his neck and starts to calm down. When he starts to speak, he thinks he's about to try and ask or say something else; it's only when he actually says the words that it surprises him.*
*He wasn't expecting to hear the response, but he realises that Edmund finally feels safe enough to say it, because he's here with him. His chest clutches, time slows down again and he feels a lump in his throat that makes emotional, incredulous tears appear in his eyes again. He sniffs and lets out a quiet breath of laughter, grinning from ear to ear. His heart can be felt racing, hammering in his chest with a rush of joy and excitement despite the terrible circumstances they're in. This could be the most happiest he's felt in a long time, despite them both being in the most awful nightmare, all because he adores this man more than life itself and the man has the courage to tell him the same, finally. He sniffs and leans in, nuzzling his nose just under his cheek to gently tilt his face like a kind, larger animal shifting a smaller one.* I love you too, Bunny.
*He meets his lips and they press together, his own parting slightly and softly to linger against his with a few nuzzling smooches, as his arms squeeze around him with the same strength of push that Edmund presses into him. He doesn't overwhelm him, but he does consume his meekness with affection and adoration, surrounding him with his arms and capturing his lips like a flurry of flowers blooming against his skin. He tilts his head into it and lets out a soft sigh as a tear rolls down his cheek. As he pulls away he gazes into the Warden's eyes, the pair of them both tear-filled over their love for each other and he smiles. He grins and whispers* I love you too.
Warden: *It takes a moment, but when Oncie kisses him his lips respond in kind, his heart beating like a fluttering bird in the cage of his ribs, and his cheeks blooming with more colour. They part just a little bit and brush against him, as slow and earnest as a leaf bending for the sun. He bends with the gentle, primal nudge of his face, and dares to crack open his eyes to gaze up at him. The corners of his mouth weakly pull into a broad smile, all the more quavering but all the happier when they're said to him again.*
*He's so happy to hear those words returned, because even though he's certain of their love, he isn't certain about those words, and there's always a chance that they could magically make everything terrible if he's heard to say them out loud. Oncie's voice, however, is bigger than his is, and it's like he drowns out all the threats and dangers that start to clamour for his mind the moment he says the same thing.*
The Once-ler: *The Once-ler closes his eyes and pulls Edmund under his chin again, he begins pressing repeated kisses into his head and around his face, slowly and softly so he's not overwhelmed, but showering him in love still, and holding him like he's the most valuable thing the Once-ler has ever worked so hard to earn. And then, he rests his cheek on his head, safely tucked under his chin, within the warm comfort of his makeshift covers. They rest in the moment, they can face the world again together tomorrow, right now, all that matters is that they’re back together and nothing will pull the Once-ler’s greatest treasure from his greedy, loving hands.*
Warden: *He closes his eyes as he's tucked under Oncie's chin, his whole body melting against him, relying on him entirely to bear his weight. That is, until Oncie starts to push those gentle kisses into his head and face, his drugged senses reading that movement as he would a flurry of kisses if he were at his best. His feet give a very weak and heavy kick of delight as a breathy, lyrical laugh falls from him, delighted at so much fuss and adoration. The Once-ler came back for him, and that’s the only thing that matters. He's loved, and he loves, and even though everything seems to have gone wrong, and even though the whole world seems to hate him right now, and even though the loud, angry, scary voice in his head would disagree, that love is the only thing that matters.*
Un dibujo de estos dos,no me convence pero creo que solo es cosa de mejora. Creo que seguiré con estos dos en garabatos.
A drawing of these two doesn't convince me but I think it's just a matter of improving. I think I'll continue with these two in doodles.
Thought I would draw some sketches of the most recent chapter, because some parts still live in my brain and I wanted to see them visualised ;w;
Any chance to draw an angry protective Oncie I gotta take it, and we live for sad Warden's.
(You can read the chapter these sketches are from here)
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BTW I'm releasing an announcement next week so stay tuned!!
Después de leer el último episodio de "The Once-ler in Superjail", quise hacer este dibujo inspirado en esta imagen:
After reading the last episode of "The Once-ler in Superjail", I wanted to make this drawing inspired by this image:
Creo que no que no quedo mal, podría mejorar :>>.
I don't think it looks bad, it could improve :>>.
Um, It's Kind Of A Lot // Will Wood [Lyric + Español]
Si,personalmente esta canción le queda a mi historia Warden-ler pero también la de Against Kitchen Floor de Will Wood(aparte fan de Will Wood por aquí :>).
Yes, personally this song fits my Warden-ler story but also that of Against Kitchen Floor by Will Wood (aside from a Will Wood fan here :>).
Cuteeee!!!
Just some loving sweethearts caught in Warden's rainbow. 💚🌈💜
🏳️🌈 Happy Pride 🏳️🌈
Hola chicos!! adivinen?encontré el cómic :DD. ¿Dónde?estaba en uno de esos cajones que nunca revisas,ya sabes,donde guardas cosas que no importan realmente y no abres eso hasta que recuerdas que existe¿soy tan ciega o muy olvidadiza?xdd.En fin lo leí (me tarde 2 horas)y estaba igual que como recordaba…mal pero al menos es un poco entretenido y debo decir que hay ideas que me interesaron,que escribí en ese entonces y las re dibuje en digital :DD. Después le tomare fotos a las mejores hojas (al menos hay "mejores"xdd)para que admiren mi fea obra,al menos tengo que admitir que algunos cuadros se me hacen lindos y sobre todo las caritas de Warden <<3.
Diablos!olvide decir que estos dos ya estaban a punto de casarse pero apareció la destrucción universal y cosas de Superjail y hasta ahí llegue xdd.
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Hi guys!! Guess what? I found the comic :DD. Where? It was in one of those drawers that you never check, you know, where you keep things that don't really matter and you don't open it until you remember that it exists ,I'm so blind or very forgetful? xdd. Finally I read it (it took me 2 hours) and it was the same as I remembered… bad but at least it is a little entertaining and I must say that there are ideas that interested me, that I wrote at that time and redraw them in digital :DD. Afterwards I will take photos of the best leaves (at least there are "better" ones xdd) so that you can admire my ugly work, at least I have to admit that some paintings look cute to me and especially Warden's faces <<3.
Curse! I forgot to say that these two were about to get married but Universal Destruction and the Superjail stuff appeared and that was it xdd.
Chicos!estoy trabajando en hacer el 1 capitulo de mi historia Warden-ler,espero les guste cuando lo traiga aquí ;)). No sé precisamente cuando lo sacaré,pero esperó sea pronto.
De hecho estoy haciendo la portada…esperó salga bien :,,D.
Guys! I'm working on making the 1st chapter of my Warden-ler story, I hope you like it when I bring it here ;)). I don't know exactly when I'll release it, but I hope it's soon.
In fact I'm doing the cover...I hope it turns out well :,,D.
The English version is below ;))
Capitulo 1:El comienzo.
Bueno,¿cómo comenzamos esto?Como sea…
Todo parecía normal para el gran y poderoso Once-ler,al menos eso decía ese periódico.
Warden:Oh,vaya…interesante,entonces así de grande y poderoso es?Jailbot!
El robot entró a la oficina de su jefe,rompiendo una pared,como siempre causando un gran desastre.
Warden:Papá necesita que le traigas a esté tipo,así que…ve por él! -sonriendo y mostrando esa hoja de periódico-
El robot hizo caso,yéndose y rompiendo está vez una ventana.El guardián solo vio como se iba,despidiéndose con la mano.
Warden:Tráele ese criminal a papá-sonrisa un tanto maliciosa-
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Era un día normal para Once-ler,nada particularmente especial.Esté se encontraba en su balcón,mirando lo de afuera y viendo el particular paisaje gris.
Once-ler:Mmm…Gris,nah no es tan malo…solo gris-reflexionando mientras sostenía con una mano su cigarro-tal vez vendría bien algo de diversión…
Todo parecía aburrido y hasta cierto punto extrañamente “normal”,pero…hubo algo que no era normal,hablando de los sonidos normales que solían estar por ahí.
Once-ler:Mmm…qué es…suena como sí-buscando el sonido extraño y bajando un poco por las escaleras del mismo balcón-
Estaba tratando de buscar,cuando de la nada algo le tocó su hombro,como llamándolo.
Once-ler:Qué?...¿Quién eres?-viendo al robot con curiosidad y un tanto impactado-
El robot cambió a una cara roja,aún con esa sonrisa pixelada y maliciosa.
Once-ler:Oh,ok…entonces debo correr?-esté aventando su cigarro y tratando de huir corriendo-
Trato de huir corriendo huyendo de su oficina,pasando por los pasillos y tratando de buscar una salida.
Once-ler:Aaa!qué mierda?...cuando dije que quería diversión,no me refería a esto!-tratando de huir aún,un poco cansado y escondiéndose-
El robot carcelero solo rompió lo que podía,buscando al joven y sin importar si hace un gran desastre…después de todo;no importa el desastre,lo importante es cumplir con su deber.
Once-ler se escondió en una habitación oscura,cerrando la puerta y tratando de hacer silencio.
Once-ler:Uff,-susurrando- creo que aquí estaré bien…solo está un poco oscuro…
Esté sacó un cigarro y trato de buscar su encendedor.
Once-ler:En dónde lo…
Una pequeña flama apareció,ofreciéndole prender su cigarro.
Once-ler:Oh,gracias ami…ou,vaya… -dejando caer el cigarro y tratando de escapar-No,no,NO!
Esté desesperadamente tratando de abrir la puerta,con miedo y terror de ese robot.Jailbot simplemente siguió con esa sonrisa y se acercó al joven aún más,tal vez tratando de llevárselo.
Once-ler:No,no,no!sue-suéltame…sabes quién soy?soy el Once…
Este fue atado con cuerdas y su boca cubierta con cinta;obviamente esto a Once-ler no le agrado pero igual ya no podía hacer nada.Jailbot se lo llevó igual que a todos los reclusos que van a Superjail.
Once-ler:Mmm!mmm…agg
Traducción:Suéltame!pedazo de metal…
Esté tratando de pelear contra las cuerdas y el agarre del robot,pero parecía inútil.Después de un rato el extraño portal que llevaba directo a Superjail,fue abierto y dando entrada a los dos.
El robot entró,yendo directamente hacía donde se encontraba Warden,más específicamente en el patio,explicando algunas cosas extrañas de siempre.
Warden:Oh,ahí estás mi gran robot asesino,trajiste lo que papá pidió?-sonrisa y estando energético-
El robot tiró al joven al suelo,lastimándose y aún atado.Once-ler simplemente se quejó y miró al robot con odio.
Warden:Hey,hey!Jailbot,no lo tires es delicado…no es como nosotros-tratando de sonar como un regaño y explicando con las manos-simplemente no lo tires,ok?
El robot carcelero simplemente asintió a las órdenes de su creador,yéndose después a atrapar a otros más.
Warden se acercó al joven,quitándole la cinta de la boca y siendo ese tipo lunático de siempre,dándole la bienvenida.
Warden;Hey,amigo…estás bien?
Once-ler:No!-sonando enojado y mirándolo-
Warden:Bien,Bienvenido a Superjail!-mostrando un cuadro completo de la cárcel-
Once-ler:Tiene que ser un sueño..-sonando irritado y aún tratando de zafarse-
Warden:¡Lo sé!es increíble,¿no?-sonriente y orgulloso de su creación-
Once-ler:No me refería a eso…podrías soltarme de esto?extraño hombre…
Warden:Oh,claro…lo siento,a veces Jailbot es un poco agresivo jeje -sonrisa nerviosa y desatando con su magia,convirtiendo las cuerdas en mariposas-
Once-ler:Mmm?qu-qué fue eso?-viendo las mariposas irse y levantándose-
Warden:Oh,eso?magia,mi estimado-rodeándolo con un brazo y acercándose al otro-
Once-ler:Nah,no es la primera vez que tengo lidiar con magia y cosas extrañas como esa-limpiándose y dándole un pequeño manotazo a la mano del otro para que lo suelte-
El otro lo soltó,sobándose la mano pero aún sonriente.Once-ler trato de pensar en ¿cómo acabó ahí?
Warden:Sí,jeje…bueno,amigo mió,tú verdaderamente estás en problemas-dando golpecitos al pecho del otro con un dedo-
Once-ler:¿A qué te refieres?y primero que nada…¿tú quién eres?-cruzándose de brazos y mirándolo con el ceño fruncido-
Warden:Oh,cómo pude olvidarlo?soy tan distraído-arreglándose el sombrero-pues yo soy Warden,guardián de está increíble y paradisíaca cárcel-un cuadro de la cárcel mostrando la extrema violencia de está-
Once-ler:Emm…sí,claro-mirando a todos lados -mira,fue un gusto visitar tu…””bonita””cárcel pero quiero ir a mi hogar y ARREGLAR EL DESASTRE QUE HIZO TU ROBOT!-enojado y totalmente exaltado-
Warden:Jeje,sí…oye…no
Once-ler:Qué dices?-mirándolo incrédulo-
Warden:Mira,mi estimado amigo…¡tú verdaderamente perteneces aquí!eres un criminal,aunque debo admitir que uno muy elegante y atractivo-mirándolo y ciertamente curioseando-
Once-ler:Mmm…oye hombre,lamento decepcionarte pero no!no pertenezco aquí y no eres mi tipo -manteniendolo alejado con las manos y aún enojado-
Warden:Pff,qué?no,no…tampoco,solo dije que eres atractivo y elegante,pero eres un criminal,sin dudar -sonrisita- aparte,tengo a mi dulce Alice…no te comparas a la belleza de ella-pestañeando y entrelazando sus propias manos-
Once-ler:Oye,no estamos hablando de mi atractivo,para tu información soy un hombre importante,con trabajo importante y créeme!no estoy para este tipo de estupideces-caminando intimidantemente hacía el otro y sonando enojado-
El otro no estaba intimidado,lo que hacía el otro solo hacía que se emocionara más y se interesara más por el otro de más amistosa.Once-ler aún estaba enojado y quería matar al otro.
Once-ler:Sabes,te mataría pero hacerlo…mancharía mi reputación y no voy a dejar que un escándalo por asesinato,manche esa GRANDIOSA reputación…ahora!solo sácame de aquí!-cruzándose de brazos y con un puchero-
Warden:Uff,eso suena tentativamente peligroso…interesante!pero…en serio te interesa volver a ese lugar?-mirándolo con curiosidad y interesado-
Once-ler:Pues sí!sabes…es mi hogar,necesito ir ahí y ganar dinero-sonando preocupado-si me quedo aquí voy a perder mucho de eso y no me gusta hacerlo…me entiendes?
Warden:Mmm..creo que sí,pero…oye,oye,quiero ver ese lugar,¿podrías enseñarme?-mirándolo con un puchero y suplicante-
Once-ler:Oye n…mmm -pensando en la idea y teniendo una a la vez -ok,ok…creo que no sería una mala idea,Jajajaja -risa maliciosa-
Warden:Sí,Jajaja -riendo también sin saber porque-
Continuará...
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Chapter 1:The beginning.
Well, how do we start this? One way or the other…
Everything seemed normal for the great and powerful Once-ler, at least that's what that newspaper said.
Warden: Oh, wow…interesting, so that's how big and powerful he is? Jailbot!
The robot entered his boss's office, breaking through a wall, as always causing a huge mess.
Warden: Dad needs you to bring this guy to him, so…go get him! -smiling and showing that sheet of newspaper-
The robot complied, leaving and this time breaking a window. The guard only watched as he left, waving goodbye.
Warden: Bring that criminal to dad-somewhat malicious smile-
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It was a normal day for Once-ler, nothing particularly special. He was on his balcony, looking outside and seeing the particular gray landscape.
Once-ler: Hmm… Gray, no, it's not that bad… just Gray-thinking while holding his cigarette with one hand-maybe some fun would be in order…
Everything seemed boring and to some extent strangely “normal”, but… there was something that wasn't normal, talking about the normal sounds that used to be out there.
Once-ler: Mmm…what is it…it sounds like it?-looking for the strange sound and going down the stairs of the same balcony a little-
He was trying to search, when out of nowhere something touched his shoulder, as if calling him.
Once-ler: What?…Who are you? -looking at the robot with curiosity and a little shocked-
The robot changed to a red face, still with that pixelated, malicious smile.
Once-ler: Oh, okay… so should I run? -he is throwing away his cigarette and trying to run away-
He tried to run out of his office, running through the hallways and trying to find a way out.
Once-ler: Aaaa! What the fuck?…when I said I wanted fun, I didn't mean this! - still trying to escape, a little tired and hiding -
The jailer robot only broke what he could, looking for the young man and regardless of whether he makes a big mess… after all; the disaster doesn't matter, the important thing is to do his duty.
Once-ler hid in a dark room, closing the door and trying to keep quiet.
Once-ler: Ugh, -whispering- I think I'll be fine here…it's just a little dark…
He took out a cigarette and tried to look for his lighter.
Once-ler:Where…
A small flame appeared, offering him to light his cigarette.
Once-ler: Oh, thanks friend… ou, wow… -dropping the cigarette and trying to escape-No, no, NO!
I was desperately trying to open the door, in fear and terror of that robot. Jailbot simply continued with that smile and approached the young man even closer, perhaps trying to take him away.
Once-ler: No, no, no! le-let me go… do you know who I am? I'm the Once…
They tied him with ropes and covered his mouth with duct tape; The Once-ler obviously didn't like this, but he couldn't do anything anyway. Jailbot took him like all the inmates who go to Superjail.
Once-ler: Mmm! Mmm…agg
Translation: Let go of me! piece of metal…
He tried to fight against the ropes and the robot's grip, but it seemed useless. After a while the strange portal that led directly to Superjail opened, giving entry to the two.
The robot entered, going directly to where the Warden was, more specifically in the courtyard, explaining some usual strange things.
Warden: Oh, there you are my big killer robot, did you bring what dad asked for? -smile and energetic-
The robot threw the young man to the ground, hurting himself and still tied up. Once-ler simply complained and looked at the robot.
Guardian: Hey, hey! Jailbot, don't throw it, it's delicate… it's not like us - trying to sound like a scold and explaining with your hands - just don't throw it, okay?
The jailer robot simply nodded at his creator's orders and then left to catch more.
Warden approached the young man, removing the tape from his mouth and being the usual lunatic, welcoming him.
Warden: Hey, buddy… are you okay?
Once-ler: No! -sounding angry and looking at him-
Warden: Well, welcome to Superjail! -showing a full image of the jail-
Once-ler: It has to be a dream…-sounding irritated and still trying to get loose-
Warden: I know! It's amazing, right? -smiling and proud of his creation-
Once-ler: I didn't mean that… could you let me go? strange man…
Warden: Oh, sure… Sorry, sometimes Jailbot is a little aggressive hehe - he smiles nervously and releases it with his magic, turning the ropes into butterflies -
Once-ler: Hmm? What was that? - See the butterflies come out and rise -
Warden: Oh, that? Dear friend – putting an arm around him – magic!
Once-ler: No, it's not the first time I've had to deal with magic and weird things like that - cleaning myself and giving the other's hand a little hit to make them let go -
The other let him go, rubbing his hand but still smiling. Did Once-ler try to think about how he ended up there?
Warden: Yes, hehe… well friend, you're really in trouble – hitting the other's chest with a finger –
Once-ler: What do you mean? And first of all… who are you? -crossing her arms and looking at him with a frown-
Warden: Oh, how could I forget? I'm so distracted - adjusting his hat - because I am Warden, guardian of this incredible and paradisiacal prison - a imageof the prison that shows the extreme violence of this -
Once-ler: Umm…yeah, sure-looking around -look, it was a pleasure visiting your…""nice""prison but I want to go home and FIX THE MESS YOUR ROBOT MADE!-angry and totally exalted-
Warden: Hehe, yeah…hey…no.
Once-ler: What are you saying? -looking at him in disbelief-
Warden: Look, my dear friend… you really belong here! You are a criminal, although I must admit, a very elegant and attractive one - looking at him and certainly snooping -
Once-ler: Hmm…hey man, sorry to disappoint you but no! I don't belong here and you're not my type - keeping him away with his hands and still angry -
Warden: Pff, what? No, no… neither, I just said that you are attractive and elegant, but you are a criminal, without a doubt - he smiles - aside, I have my sweet Alice… you don't compare to her beauty- blinking and clasping her own hands-
Once-ler: Hey, we're not talking about my attractiveness, for your information I'm an important man, with an important job and believe me! I'm not prepared for this kind of nonsense - walking intimidatingly towards each other and sounding angry -
The other was not intimidated, what the other did only excited him more and he became more interested in the other in a friendly way. Once-ler was still angry and wanted to kill the other.
Once-ler: You know, I would kill you, but doing so… would tarnish my reputation and I'm not going to let a murder scandal tarnish that GREAT reputation… now! Get me out of here! -crossing his arms and pouting-
Warden: Phew, that sounds tentatively dangerous… interesting! but… are you seriously interested in returning to that place? -looking at him with curiosity and interest-
Once-ler: Well yes! You know…it's my house, I need to go there and make money-he seems worried-if I stay here I'm going to lose a lot of it and I don't like doing it…do you understand me?
Warden: Mmm…I think so, but…hey, hey, I want to see that place, could you show me?-looking at him with a pout and pleading-
Once-ler:Hey no…mmm -thinking about the idea and taking one at a time -ok,ok…I think it wouldn't be a bad idea, Hahahaha -malicious laugh-
Warden: Yes, hahaha – also laughing without knowing why.
To be continued...
La historia se estrena pronto,espero estén listos para esto,el capitulo será corto pero al menos es un comienzo XDD
Explicación:Como dije;el capitulo será corto,solo para dar la bienvenida a está historia. Va haber cosas como resaltar el nombre de los 2 protagonistas para que no se pierda con el demás texto(tal vez lo haga con los demás).
Ejemplo:
Warden y Once-ler.
Esperó les guste y prepárense :DD.
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The story premieres soon, I hope you are ready for this, the chapter will be short but at least it is a start XDD Explanation: As I said, the chapter will be short, just to welcome you to this story. There will be things like highlighting the name of the 2 protagonists so that it doesn't get lost with the other text (maybe it will do it with the others).
Example:
Warden and Once-ler.
I hope you like it and get ready :DD.
El capitulo ya fue estrenado,los capítulos serán estrenados en el blog de"Congratulations!you are recluse",probablemente aquí también suba los adelantos o progresos. Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/congraulationsyouarerecluse
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The chapter has already been released, the chapters will be released on the"Congratulations!you are recluse" blog, probably the previews or information will also be uploaded here. Blog: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/congraulationsyouarerecluse
The English version is below ;))
Capitulo 1:El comienzo.
Bueno,¿cómo comenzamos esto?Como sea…
Todo parecía normal para el gran y poderoso Once-ler,al menos eso decía ese periódico.
Warden:Oh,vaya…interesante,entonces así de grande y poderoso es?Jailbot!
El robot entró a la oficina de su jefe,rompiendo una pared,como siempre causando un gran desastre.
Warden:Papá necesita que le traigas a esté tipo,así que…ve por él! -sonriendo y mostrando esa hoja de periódico-
El robot hizo caso,yéndose y rompiendo está vez una ventana.El guardián solo vio como se iba,despidiéndose con la mano.
Warden:Tráele ese criminal a papá-sonrisa un tanto maliciosa-
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Era un día normal para Once-ler,nada particularmente especial.Esté se encontraba en su balcón,mirando lo de afuera y viendo el particular paisaje gris.
Once-ler:Mmm…Gris,nah no es tan malo…solo gris-reflexionando mientras sostenía con una mano su cigarro-tal vez vendría bien algo de diversión…
Todo parecía aburrido y hasta cierto punto extrañamente “normal”,pero…hubo algo que no era normal,hablando de los sonidos normales que solían estar por ahí.
Once-ler:Mmm…qué es…suena como sí-buscando el sonido extraño y bajando un poco por las escaleras del mismo balcón-
Estaba tratando de buscar,cuando de la nada algo le tocó su hombro,como llamándolo.
Once-ler:Qué?...¿Quién eres?-viendo al robot con curiosidad y un tanto impactado-
El robot cambió a una cara roja,aún con esa sonrisa pixelada y maliciosa.
Once-ler:Oh,ok…entonces debo correr?-esté aventando su cigarro y tratando de huir corriendo-
Trato de huir corriendo huyendo de su oficina,pasando por los pasillos y tratando de buscar una salida.
Once-ler:Aaa!qué mierda?...cuando dije que quería diversión,no me refería a esto!-tratando de huir aún,un poco cansado y escondiéndose-
El robot carcelero solo rompió lo que podía,buscando al joven y sin importar si hace un gran desastre…después de todo;no importa el desastre,lo importante es cumplir con su deber.
Once-ler se escondió en una habitación oscura,cerrando la puerta y tratando de hacer silencio.
Once-ler:Uff,-susurrando- creo que aquí estaré bien…solo está un poco oscuro…
Esté sacó un cigarro y trato de buscar su encendedor.
Once-ler:En dónde lo…
Una pequeña flama apareció,ofreciéndole prender su cigarro.
Once-ler:Oh,gracias ami…ou,vaya… -dejando caer el cigarro y tratando de escapar-No,no,NO!
Esté desesperadamente tratando de abrir la puerta,con miedo y terror de ese robot.Jailbot simplemente siguió con esa sonrisa y se acercó al joven aún más,tal vez tratando de llevárselo.
Once-ler:No,no,no!sue-suéltame…sabes quién soy?soy el Once…
Este fue atado con cuerdas y su boca cubierta con cinta;obviamente esto a Once-ler no le agrado pero igual ya no podía hacer nada.Jailbot se lo llevó igual que a todos los reclusos que van a Superjail.
Once-ler:Mmm!mmm…agg
Traducción:Suéltame!pedazo de metal…
Esté tratando de pelear contra las cuerdas y el agarre del robot,pero parecía inútil.Después de un rato el extraño portal que llevaba directo a Superjail,fue abierto y dando entrada a los dos.
El robot entró,yendo directamente hacía donde se encontraba Warden,más específicamente en el patio,explicando algunas cosas extrañas de siempre.
Warden:Oh,ahí estás mi gran robot asesino,trajiste lo que papá pidió?-sonrisa y estando energético-
El robot tiró al joven al suelo,lastimándose y aún atado.Once-ler simplemente se quejó y miró al robot con odio.
Warden:Hey,hey!Jailbot,no lo tires es delicado…no es como nosotros-tratando de sonar como un regaño y explicando con las manos-simplemente no lo tires,ok?
El robot carcelero simplemente asintió a las órdenes de su creador,yéndose después a atrapar a otros más.
Warden se acercó al joven,quitándole la cinta de la boca y siendo ese tipo lunático de siempre,dándole la bienvenida.
Warden;Hey,amigo…estás bien?
Once-ler:No!-sonando enojado y mirándolo-
Warden:Bien,Bienvenido a Superjail!-mostrando un cuadro completo de la cárcel-
Once-ler:Tiene que ser un sueño..-sonando irritado y aún tratando de zafarse-
Warden:¡Lo sé!es increíble,¿no?-sonriente y orgulloso de su creación-
Once-ler:No me refería a eso…podrías soltarme de esto?extraño hombre…
Warden:Oh,claro…lo siento,a veces Jailbot es un poco agresivo jeje -sonrisa nerviosa y desatando con su magia,convirtiendo las cuerdas en mariposas-
Once-ler:Mmm?qu-qué fue eso?-viendo las mariposas irse y levantándose-
Warden:Oh,eso?magia,mi estimado-rodeándolo con un brazo y acercándose al otro-
Once-ler:Nah,no es la primera vez que tengo lidiar con magia y cosas extrañas como esa-limpiándose y dándole un pequeño manotazo a la mano del otro para que lo suelte-
El otro lo soltó,sobándose la mano pero aún sonriente.Once-ler trato de pensar en ¿cómo acabó ahí?
Warden:Sí,jeje…bueno,amigo mió,tú verdaderamente estás en problemas-dando golpecitos al pecho del otro con un dedo-
Once-ler:¿A qué te refieres?y primero que nada…¿tú quién eres?-cruzándose de brazos y mirándolo con el ceño fruncido-
Warden:Oh,cómo pude olvidarlo?soy tan distraído-arreglándose el sombrero-pues yo soy Warden,guardián de está increíble y paradisíaca cárcel-un cuadro de la cárcel mostrando la extrema violencia de está-
Once-ler:Emm…sí,claro-mirando a todos lados -mira,fue un gusto visitar tu…””bonita””cárcel pero quiero ir a mi hogar y ARREGLAR EL DESASTRE QUE HIZO TU ROBOT!-enojado y totalmente exaltado-
Warden:Jeje,sí…oye…no
Once-ler:Qué dices?-mirándolo incrédulo-
Warden:Mira,mi estimado amigo…¡tú verdaderamente perteneces aquí!eres un criminal,aunque debo admitir que uno muy elegante y atractivo-mirándolo y ciertamente curioseando-
Once-ler:Mmm…oye hombre,lamento decepcionarte pero no!no pertenezco aquí y no eres mi tipo -manteniendolo alejado con las manos y aún enojado-
Warden:Pff,qué?no,no…tampoco,solo dije que eres atractivo y elegante,pero eres un criminal,sin dudar -sonrisita- aparte,tengo a mi dulce Alice…no te comparas a la belleza de ella-pestañeando y entrelazando sus propias manos-
Once-ler:Oye,no estamos hablando de mi atractivo,para tu información soy un hombre importante,con trabajo importante y créeme!no estoy para este tipo de estupideces-caminando intimidantemente hacía el otro y sonando enojado-
El otro no estaba intimidado,lo que hacía el otro solo hacía que se emocionara más y se interesara más por el otro de más amistosa.Once-ler aún estaba enojado y quería matar al otro.
Once-ler:Sabes,te mataría pero hacerlo…mancharía mi reputación y no voy a dejar que un escándalo por asesinato,manche esa GRANDIOSA reputación…ahora!solo sácame de aquí!-cruzándose de brazos y con un puchero-
Warden:Uff,eso suena tentativamente peligroso…interesante!pero…en serio te interesa volver a ese lugar?-mirándolo con curiosidad y interesado-
Once-ler:Pues sí!sabes…es mi hogar,necesito ir ahí y ganar dinero-sonando preocupado-si me quedo aquí voy a perder mucho de eso y no me gusta hacerlo…me entiendes?
Warden:Mmm..creo que sí,pero…oye,oye,quiero ver ese lugar,¿podrías enseñarme?-mirándolo con un puchero y suplicante-
Once-ler:Oye n…mmm -pensando en la idea y teniendo una a la vez -ok,ok…creo que no sería una mala idea,Jajajaja -risa maliciosa-
Warden:Sí,Jajaja -riendo también sin saber porque-
Continuará...
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Chapter 1:The beginning.
Well, how do we start this? One way or the other…
Everything seemed normal for the great and powerful Once-ler, at least that's what that newspaper said.
Warden: Oh, wow…interesting, so that's how big and powerful he is? Jailbot!
The robot entered his boss's office, breaking through a wall, as always causing a huge mess.
Warden: Dad needs you to bring this guy to him, so…go get him! -smiling and showing that sheet of newspaper-
The robot complied, leaving and this time breaking a window. The guard only watched as he left, waving goodbye.
Warden: Bring that criminal to dad-somewhat malicious smile-
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It was a normal day for Once-ler, nothing particularly special. He was on his balcony, looking outside and seeing the particular gray landscape.
Once-ler: Hmm… Gray, no, it's not that bad… just Gray-thinking while holding his cigarette with one hand-maybe some fun would be in order…
Everything seemed boring and to some extent strangely “normal”, but… there was something that wasn't normal, talking about the normal sounds that used to be out there.
Once-ler: Mmm…what is it…it sounds like it?-looking for the strange sound and going down the stairs of the same balcony a little-
He was trying to search, when out of nowhere something touched his shoulder, as if calling him.
Once-ler: What?…Who are you? -looking at the robot with curiosity and a little shocked-
The robot changed to a red face, still with that pixelated, malicious smile.
Once-ler: Oh, okay… so should I run? -he is throwing away his cigarette and trying to run away-
He tried to run out of his office, running through the hallways and trying to find a way out.
Once-ler: Aaaa! What the fuck?…when I said I wanted fun, I didn't mean this! - still trying to escape, a little tired and hiding -
The jailer robot only broke what he could, looking for the young man and regardless of whether he makes a big mess… after all; the disaster doesn't matter, the important thing is to do his duty.
Once-ler hid in a dark room, closing the door and trying to keep quiet.
Once-ler: Ugh, -whispering- I think I'll be fine here…it's just a little dark…
He took out a cigarette and tried to look for his lighter.
Once-ler:Where…
A small flame appeared, offering him to light his cigarette.
Once-ler: Oh, thanks friend… ou, wow… -dropping the cigarette and trying to escape-No, no, NO!
I was desperately trying to open the door, in fear and terror of that robot. Jailbot simply continued with that smile and approached the young man even closer, perhaps trying to take him away.
Once-ler: No, no, no! le-let me go… do you know who I am? I'm the Once…
They tied him with ropes and covered his mouth with duct tape; The Once-ler obviously didn't like this, but he couldn't do anything anyway. Jailbot took him like all the inmates who go to Superjail.
Once-ler: Mmm! Mmm…agg
Translation: Let go of me! piece of metal…
He tried to fight against the ropes and the robot's grip, but it seemed useless. After a while the strange portal that led directly to Superjail opened, giving entry to the two.
The robot entered, going directly to where the Warden was, more specifically in the courtyard, explaining some usual strange things.
Warden: Oh, there you are my big killer robot, did you bring what dad asked for? -smile and energetic-
The robot threw the young man to the ground, hurting himself and still tied up. Once-ler simply complained and looked at the robot.
Guardian: Hey, hey! Jailbot, don't throw it, it's delicate… it's not like us - trying to sound like a scold and explaining with your hands - just don't throw it, okay?
The jailer robot simply nodded at his creator's orders and then left to catch more.
Warden approached the young man, removing the tape from his mouth and being the usual lunatic, welcoming him.
Warden: Hey, buddy… are you okay?
Once-ler: No! -sounding angry and looking at him-
Warden: Well, welcome to Superjail! -showing a full image of the jail-
Once-ler: It has to be a dream…-sounding irritated and still trying to get loose-
Warden: I know! It's amazing, right? -smiling and proud of his creation-
Once-ler: I didn't mean that… could you let me go? strange man…
Warden: Oh, sure… Sorry, sometimes Jailbot is a little aggressive hehe - he smiles nervously and releases it with his magic, turning the ropes into butterflies -
Once-ler: Hmm? What was that? - See the butterflies come out and rise -
Warden: Oh, that? Dear friend – putting an arm around him – magic!
Once-ler: No, it's not the first time I've had to deal with magic and weird things like that - cleaning myself and giving the other's hand a little hit to make them let go -
The other let him go, rubbing his hand but still smiling. Did Once-ler try to think about how he ended up there?
Warden: Yes, hehe… well friend, you're really in trouble – hitting the other's chest with a finger –
Once-ler: What do you mean? And first of all… who are you? -crossing her arms and looking at him with a frown-
Warden: Oh, how could I forget? I'm so distracted - adjusting his hat - because I am Warden, guardian of this incredible and paradisiacal prison - a imageof the prison that shows the extreme violence of this -
Once-ler: Umm…yeah, sure-looking around -look, it was a pleasure visiting your…""nice""prison but I want to go home and FIX THE MESS YOUR ROBOT MADE!-angry and totally exalted-
Warden: Hehe, yeah…hey…no.
Once-ler: What are you saying? -looking at him in disbelief-
Warden: Look, my dear friend… you really belong here! You are a criminal, although I must admit, a very elegant and attractive one - looking at him and certainly snooping -
Once-ler: Hmm…hey man, sorry to disappoint you but no! I don't belong here and you're not my type - keeping him away with his hands and still angry -
Warden: Pff, what? No, no… neither, I just said that you are attractive and elegant, but you are a criminal, without a doubt - he smiles - aside, I have my sweet Alice… you don't compare to her beauty- blinking and clasping her own hands-
Once-ler: Hey, we're not talking about my attractiveness, for your information I'm an important man, with an important job and believe me! I'm not prepared for this kind of nonsense - walking intimidatingly towards each other and sounding angry -
The other was not intimidated, what the other did only excited him more and he became more interested in the other in a friendly way. Once-ler was still angry and wanted to kill the other.
Once-ler: You know, I would kill you, but doing so… would tarnish my reputation and I'm not going to let a murder scandal tarnish that GREAT reputation… now! Get me out of here! -crossing his arms and pouting-
Warden: Phew, that sounds tentatively dangerous… interesting! but… are you seriously interested in returning to that place? -looking at him with curiosity and interest-
Once-ler: Well yes! You know…it's my house, I need to go there and make money-he seems worried-if I stay here I'm going to lose a lot of it and I don't like doing it…do you understand me?
Warden: Mmm…I think so, but…hey, hey, I want to see that place, could you show me?-looking at him with a pout and pleading-
Once-ler:Hey no…mmm -thinking about the idea and taking one at a time -ok,ok…I think it wouldn't be a bad idea, Hahahaha -malicious laugh-
Warden: Yes, hahaha – also laughing without knowing why.
To be continued...
The English version is below ;))
Cap 2:Lo siento?
Once-ler:Mmm ... .entonces te interesa ir allá?-mirándolo-
Warden:Sí,suena interesante!-emocionado y una sonrisa enorme-
Once-ler:Lastima,dijiste que no podía salir…supongo que las reglas se deben seguir,¿no?
Warden:Bu-bueno sí,pero…es que…-tratando de pensar-
Once-ler:Entonces,llévame allá y te enseñare todo el lugar¿qué dices?
Warden:Es que,es que…no puedo salir,Superjail me necesita y si salgo,todo va ser un caos!-moviendo las manos y explicando-Superjail me necesita,sin mí estarían todos perdidos…créeme,salir no es una opción.
Once-ler:No lo dices en serió?no puedo creer que esto sea tan insano como para que no puedas salir?….
Warden asintió y sonrió un poco nervioso,después de todo asintió a lo insano que es el lugar como para mantenerlo ahí por años y básicamente dando respuesta al porqué de su locura.¿Quién no se volvería loco estando ahí para ver la extrema violencia?
Warden:Jje…no es tan malo,es divertido estar aquí-sonando positivo y tratando de ignorar ese hecho-
Once-ler:Bromeas?-manos en las caderas y mirándolo con un “¿amigo,no lo dices en serio?”-no lo dice enserió...
Warden:Pff,obvió que sí!mira este lugar…lleno de impresionantes y divertidas cosas que hacer,¿Porque sería aburrido un lugar hecho por mí?
Once-ler:Sí,eso creo…
Warden:Esto es mi imaginación,y como veras!es increíblemente buena y asombrosa,claro que lo es-rodeándolo de nuevo con un brazo-
Once-ler ni siquiera intentó alejar su mano,sabía que lo haría de nuevo y no tenía caso.Esté mismo lo miró como si estuviera hablando con un loco,con la realidad alterada y con una extraña vibra de ignorar lo que es en realidad su cárcel.
Once-ler:Sí,eso…entonces,no podemos salir?-ceño fruncido de preocupación-
Warden:Jaja,buen intento chico pero no!-dándole palmaditas en la cabeza y sonriéndole-
Once-ler apretó los puños y esa irritación,sentía que estaba siendo burlado,sentía que lo estaban aprisionando y se sentía sobretodo enojado…solo quería volver a su casa y este tipo no lo dejaba irse.
Warden:Tal vez podríamos tomar un Té o…pasa algo…amigo?
Once-ler explotó y simplemente lo derribó,tirándolo al suelo y sujetando el frente su traje para acercarlo,mientras estaba arriba de él para evitar que se levantará.
Once-ler:Escúchame idiota!¡Quiero ir a casa AHORA!no quiero estar aquí y es mejor que me saques AHORA-alterado y totalmente con extremo enojo-
Warden:Wow,wow,amigo…podemos platicar?tal vez te gusten las galletas con tu Té?-sonrisa nerviosa y tratando de defenderse-
Once-ler:NO!quiero irme…-ahora empujándolo contra el suelo y aún con esa expresión de enojo-
Warden:Jeje…amigo,no podemos ir a casa,eres un criminal…me temo que tendrás que estar aquí…
Once-ler:...
Warden:Amigo?-desapareciendo esa sonrisa y mirándolo ahora con miedo-oh, mierda….
Once-ler lo tomó fuertemente del traje,sacudiendo fuertemente,intentando pegarle contra el suelo y ahora muy,MUY enojado.
Once-ler:Tal vez dije que mi reputación estaría arruinada por esto,pero ahora no me importa en absoluto,ERES UN IDIOTA!!-aún sosteniéndolo fuerte-
Los demás alrededor sonreían,para ellos era un”al fin le dan su merecido” y motivaban a que siguiera con esto.Warden estaba tratando de zafarse del agarre pero Once-ler lo sostenía con coraje y con mucha fuerza,anteriormente ya había recibido palizas por reclusos,solo que está vez no estaba preparado para esto tan repentino.
Warden:Espe-espera,amigo!-totalmente asustado y un poco enojado-
Once-ler:No creas que voy a hacerte caso,¡NO SOY TU AMIGO!-ahora golpeándolo con el puño-
El tipo estaba totalmente loco y enfurecido,ni siquiera podríamos decir que estaba muy consciente ahora de lo que estaba haciendo.Warden estaba harto de esto,así que simplemente lo tomó por igual y lo empujó al suelo.
Warden:No quería hacerlo,pero veo que insistes entonces-azotando al otro contra el suelo y ahora también enojado-
Once-ler:Ngg…Oh,en serió tienes derecho a estar enojado conmigo por eso?-mirándolo con enojo-
Warden:Ni siquiera lo estaba pero lo provocaste!-ceño fruncido y las pupilas contraídas,pareciendo un animal atacando-
Once-ler notó ese cambió y se dio cuenta de que tal vez este tipo lo iba a matar,sentía ya un grave dolor en la cabeza por los azotes y sentía la humedad de la sangre saliendo.
Once-ler:Es-espera…-tratando de detenerlo-
Warden no respondió,estaba enojado y aún haciendo la acción de golpearlo.
Once-ler:A-amigo espera!-sosteniendo los brazos de el otro con debilidad,sentía que se desvanecía-
Warden:No!-aún luciendo como un animal rabioso y molesto-
Once-ler:Pa-para - tratando de detenerlo con sus pocas fuerzas y aferrándose-
Warden:Uh?-alejando sus manos y notando lo que hizo-
Once-ler:Agg…-intentando recuperarse y tratando de respirar bien-
Warden:Yo…lo-lo sien…-se callo,estaba avergonzado y trataba de alejarse-
Los que estaban alrededor simplemente se alejaron cuando el otro paró y notaron que el joven se estaba desvaneciendo,pensando tal vez que estaba apunto de morir.
Once-ler:Ngg…-quejándose del dolor y tratando de pararlo-
Warden:Oh,¡no amigo!qu-qué hice?-asustado y tratando de ayudar al otro-tra-tranquilo,haré que se detenga el dolor…so-solo debo llevarte con el doctor y todo estará bien.
Esté estaba riendo nerviosamente y asustado,tratando de tranquilizar al otro.Once-ler simplemente lo miró,ahora no le importaba a dónde lo llevaría,solo quería que el dolor parará y de todos modos no escaparía…probablemente se sentiría con dolor un buen rato.
-Rato después-
Warden se sentía culpable,le hizo eso a su nuevo mejor amigo,se sentía un mal guardián.
Warden:Qué clase de guardián hace eso?uno mal-malo como,como…pff,ni siquiera voy a decirlo-tratando de no admitir su error aún sabiendo que lo hizo y arrepintiéndose-
Once-ler estaba bien,solo que por ahora debía descansar.Esté estaba descansando en una celda cómoda,Warden sintió que al menos era justo darle eso después de lo que le hizo,al vez buscando que el otro lo perdonará y no perder a un amigo,Warden ya se había encariñado de el otro de alguna extraña y corta forma.
Warden estaba en su habitación,un poco triste y pensando en lo que hizo,casi como auto-castigándose por eso.
Warden:Genial,ahora no me va a hablar…soy un mal guardián-haciendo un puchero al mencionar eso ultimo,no eran sus palabras favoritas-
Continuara…
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Cap 2:I'm sorry?
Once-ler: Hmm…so, are you interested in going there? -looking at him- Warden: Yes, that sounds interesting! -excited and with a huge smile- Once-ler: Too bad, you said I couldn't go out… I guess you have to follow the rules, right? Warden: Well, yes, but… it's just… -trying to think- Once-ler: So, take me there and I'll show you around, what do you say? Warden: It's just, it's just… I can't go out, Superjail needs me and if I go out, everything will be chaos! - moving his hands and explaining - Superjail needs me, without me they would all be lost… believe me, leaving is not an option. Once-ler: You're not serious? I can't believe this is so crazy that you can't get out?….
Warden nodded and smiled a little nervously, after all nodding at how crazy the place is to keep him there for years and basically answering the reason for his insanity. Who wouldn't go crazy being there to see extreme violence?
Warden: Heh… it's not that bad, it's fun being here-sound positive and try to ignore that fact- Once-ler: Are you kidding me? - hands on hips and looking at him with a "dude, aren't you serious?"
Warden: Pff, obviously not, look at this place… full of awesome and fun things to do, why would a place made by me be boring? Once-ler: Yes, I think so… Warden: This is my imagination, and as you will see! It is incredibly good and amazing, of course it is - wrapping an arm around him again -
Once-ler didn't even try to move his hand away, he knew he would do it again and there was no point. He himself looked at him as if he were talking to a madman, with his reality altered and with a strange vibe of ignoring what was actually his jail.
Once-ler: Yes, that… so, can't we go out? - frowned with concern - Warden: Haha, nice try kid but no! -patting him on the head and smiling at him- Once-ler clenched his fists and that irritation, he felt like he was being mocked, he felt like he was being imprisoned and he felt above all angry… he just wanted to go home and this guy wouldn't let him leave.
Warden: Maybe we could have some tea or…is something wrong…friend?
Once-ler exploded and simply tackled him, knocking him to the ground and grabbing the front of his suit to pull him closer, while on top of him to prevent him from getting up.
Once-ler: Listen to me idiot! I want to go home NOW! I don't want to be here and you better get me out NOW - upset and totally angry - Warden: Wow, wow, friend… can we talk? Maybe you like cookies with your tea? - nervous smile and trying to defend himself - Once-ler: NO! I want to leave… -now pushing him to the ground and still with that angry expression- Warden: Hehe… buddy, we can't go home, you're a criminal… I'm afraid you'll have to be here… Once-ler:… Warden: Dude?-that smile disappearing and looking at him now with fear-oh, shit….
Once-ler grabbed him tightly by the suit, shaking him hard, trying to hit him on the ground and now very, VERY angry.
Once-ler: Maybe I said my reputation would be ruined by this, but now I don't care at all, YOU'RE AN IDIOT!! -still holding it tight-
The others around were smiling, for them it was “finally they give him what he deserves” and motivated him to continue with this. Warden was trying to get away from the grip but Once-ler held him with courage and with great strength, he had already received beatings before. by inmates, only this time I was not prepared for this sudden thing.
Warden:Wait-wait, buddy!-totally scared and a little angry- Once-ler: Don't think I'm going to listen to you, I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND! -now hitting him with his fist-
The guy was totally crazy and enraged, we couldn't even say he was very aware now of what he was doing. Warden was fed up with this, so he just grabbed him and pushed him to the ground.
Warden: I didn't want to do it, but I see that you insist then - slamming the other against the ground and now also angry - Once-ler: Ngg…Oh, do you really have the right to be angry with me for that? -looking at him angrily- Warden: wasn't even angry but you provoked him! - frown and pupils contracted, looking like an attacking animal -
Once-ler noticed this change and realized that maybe this guy was going to kill him. He already felt a strong pain in his head from the whipping and he felt the blood coming out and moistening his head. Once-ler:W-wait…-trying to stop him-
Warden did not respond, he was angry and continued doing the action of hitting him.
Once-ler: Dude, wait! -weakly holding the other's arms, he felt like he was fading- Warden: No! -still looking like a rabid and annoying animal- Once-ler: S-stop-I try to stop him, with his little strength and endurance-
Warden was breathing hard, he was angry, the Once-ler provoked him and normally he would let it go, but this was too much for him. But at one point he noticed that blood was coming out of the other, so he stopped scared. Normally he wouldn't stop until he killed his victim but… he didn't want to do this, he didn't feel well for some reason.
Warden: Uh? -moving his hands away and noticing what he did- Once-ler: Agg…-trying to recover and trying to breathe well- Warden: I…I-I'm sor…-he fell silent, he was embarrassed and tried to get away-
Those around him simply walked away when the other stopped and noticed that the young man was fading, perhaps thinking that he was about to die.
Once-ler:Ngg…-complaining about the pain and trying to stop it- Warden: Oh, no buddy! W-what did I do? - scared and trying to help the other - calm down, I'll make the pain stop… I just have to take you to the doctor and everything will be fine.
Este was laughing nervously and scared, trying to calm the other down. Once-ler simply looked at him, now he didn't care where it took him, he just wanted the pain to stop and he wouldn't escape anyway…he would probably be in pain for a long time. .
-A while later-
Warden felt guilty, he did that to his new best friend, he felt like a bad guardian. Warden: What kind of guardian does that? A bad one-bad like, like…pff, I'm not even going to say it-trying not to admit his mistake even knowing he did it and regretting it-
Once-ler was fine, he just had to rest for now. Although he was resting in a comfortable cell, the Warden felt that it was at least fair to give him that after what he did, perhaps hoping that the other would forgive him and not lose a friend, the Warden having already grown fond of the other in some strange way. and short. Warden was in his room, a little sad and thinking about what he did, almost as if he was punishing himself for it. Warden: Great, now he's not going to talk to me… I'm a bad warden- pouting when mentioning that last one, they weren't his favorite words-
To be continued…
The English version is below :DD.
Cap 3:Pequeñas discusiones...
Era el otro día,Once-ler ni siquiera despertó después de que se le curara,a ver si podía hacer algo y de todos modos no se atrevería a intentar escapar o algo después de que el tipo lo golpeara.No le tenía miedo,simplemente no quería verlo porque aún le tenía cierto enojo.
Warden no podía quedarse de brazos cruzados,aún sentía pena por lo que había hecho y quería repararlo,así que qué mejor que ir a hacerlo con esa actitud feliz.
El hombre entró en la celda,con toda esa actitud arco-iris y sonriente de siempre,como si nada hubiera pasado.
Warden:HEY!buenos días amigo!-sonriente y abriendo la puerta fuertemente-
Once-ler frunció el ceño al verlo entrar,con irritación agarró su almohada y se la aventó,sin importar a donde le cayera.
Warden:Hey!-esquivando-eso pudo golpearme y matarme!-ceño fruncido y manos en las caderas-
Once-ler:No seas exagerado!-volteándose para no verlo-
Warden:Aún sigues enojado conmigo?Y NO EXAGERO nunca,pff,yo nunca exagero-tratando de verlo-
Once-ler:En serió lo preguntas?EN SERIÓ?agg -levantándose rápidamente,pero empezó a arrepentirse por el dolor-
Warden:Amm…lo siento amigo,te duele?-tomando su sombrero y sosteniéndolo entre sus manos-
Once-ler:Es evidente,tonto…me golpeaste contra el suelo hasta sangrar!sin mencionar que te pedí que te detuvieras-viéndolo con enojo y haciendo un puchero-
Warden:Puede que me haya…salido un poco de control,solo un poco…jeje -risa nerviosa y retrocediendo por vergüenza-
Once-ler simplemente resoplo,negándose a intentar discutir de nuevo.
Once-ler:Bueno,qué quieres?
Warden:Oh,que bueno que lo preguntes-rodeándolo con un brazo y rompiendo el espacio personal de el otro-como nuevo recluso…
Once-ler:No,no,no!aún te equivocas no soy un recluso y de hecho ahora mismo me iré.
Esté aprovechó que la puerta estaba abierta y salió,dejando al otro atrás.
Warden:Hey,hey!pero ya lo discutimos tranquilamente ayer,lo olvidas?-siguiéndolo y tratando de no molestarlo-
Once-ler:Oh,pacíficamente,esto te parece pacíficamente?-señalando su herida y viéndolo con enojo-
Warden:Oh,eso?sí…creo que fui demasiado duro contigo…no creas que soy así todo el tiempo,de hecho todos aquí saben que soy un tipo muy amable,no lo crees?-mirándolo y con una sonrisa,mostrando ese hueco entre sus dientes-
Once-ler:Mmm…sí,aja,escucha!-deteniéndose-
Warden:Escucho,amigo-sonriente a su lado-
Once-ler:Primero que nada,no somos amigos y segundo ... .¿Quieres que sea feliz?-señalando-
Warden:Pues sí,quiero que todos los reclusos que entran aquí,sean felices!tienes alguna sugerencia?estoy abierto a nuevas propuestas,claramente-sacando una lista y viéndolo como si esperara a que le dictara-
Once-ler:Entonces déjame ir!-cruzándose de brazos-
Warden:Oye,tú me dijiste amigo ayer…espera!dejarte ir…cómo salir afuera?-moviendo las manos como si tratara de entenderlo con eso-
Once-ler:Eso fue porque me estabas atacando como un animal y sí!salir,de salir afuera…pff,qué digo?tú no sabes que es estar fuera…nunca has salido,tú no sabes lo bello que sería estar afuera de está horrible prisión!-gritandole y sonando intimidante-
El otro retrocedió,cubriéndose con la lista y luciendo shockeado al oír lo que se dijo de su prisión.
Warden:¿Horrible?pe-pero…-tragando saliva y tratando de darse valor-OYE!no es horrible,está prisión es mi casa,es tu casa y es absolutamente bella,divertida e increíble!
Once-ler:Pues para mí es como estar en la basura,lo entiendes?-tomándolo de los hombros y acercándose a él-
Warden:...Oh,ya veo…tienes hambre?-sonriendo ahora-
Once-ler:Eh?-confundido-
Warden:Es por qué no has comido,¿verdad?es por eso que estás molesto….pff,tonto yo,cómo pude olvidarlo?-convenciendose genuinamente de eso-tranquilo amigo,yo también me pongo me pongo algo molesto si no tengo mi comida a tiempo,pero tranquilo a eso iremos-sonriéndole y guiñandole un ojo-
Once-ler:¿Sabes qué?no tengo hambre,quiero descansar,adiós!-esté yéndose de nuevo a su celda-eso me haría feliz al menos…
Warden lo dejó irse,tratando de sonar aún más positivo y menos nervioso por intentar darle una buena impresión al otro.
Warden:Sí,jeje…te veo luego,adiós amigo-sonriendo nerviosamente-
Once-ler:Pff,idiota-sentandose en el piso y sosteniendo su rostro entre sus manos-
-Rato después-
Warden decidió llevarle comida a Once-ler,sabía que tendría hambre y no quería dejarlo morir,al menos no por ahora.Esté llegó a la celda de el otro,está vez deteniéndose antes de entrar y tocando.
Warden:Amm…cómo se supone qué deba…-intentando verse bien y no hacer algo que provoque otra riña-
Once-ler:Pasa,ya sé que eres tú-sonando serio y un poco triste-
Warden:Ah sí?pues…hola-sonriendo y entrando-cómo supiste eso?
Once-ler:Eres el único que vendría a verme…y los demás no tendrían la decencia de tocar.
Warden:Bueno,eso es cierto…ciertamente no lo harían,supongo que debo agregar una actividad para eso pero eso será después,por ahora!ten-dándole la bolsa de almuerzo y sonriente como siempre-
Once-ler:Umm?qué es?-mirándolo y sosteniendo la bolsa-
Warden:Es tu comida,no puedo dejar que mueras de hambre…eso no me haría un buen guardián-pensando en cuantos ha dejado morir así,sin siquiera pensarlo antes-mmm sí…
Once-ler:Bueno,gracias…supongo que es cierto
El otro hombre sentándose a su lado,luciendo muy sonriente y tal vez tratando de sacar platica.
Warden:Y bien…qué piensas?
Once-ler:¿De qué?-mirándolo-
Warden:No quiero sonar insistente pero…en serió no somos amigos?-mirándolo con nerviosismo y un poco insistente-en serió?
Once-ler:Mmm…-volteando a ver una pared-no creo que sea momento de tomar decisiones sobre eso-sonando serio y franco-
Warden:Jeje…sí,no es tiempo..supongo que debo darte tiempo amig…Once-ler!-alejándose de su lado,un poco incómodo-creo que…debo irme!el deber me llama y estoy muy,MUY ocupado jejeje…bueno adiós!
Once-ler:Sí…está bien-viéndolo y también un poco incómodo-
Warden:...Adiós!-desapareciendo en una explosión de confeti-
Once-ler:Uh?...hombre extraño,interesante…
Esté tomó la bolsa nuevamente,encontrándose una notita,con una carita feliz dibujada.
Once-ler:...Gracioso-dejándola aún lado-
-Rato después-
Pasó un rato,Warden se encontraba en su oficina,viendo un poco la destrucción y un poco creando figuras de papel.
Warden:Mmm…¿habrá creído qué soy extraño?...nah,seguramente le agrado-mirando a todos lados nervioso y un poco incómodo consigo mismo-...necesito…pensar en algo,algo que lo haga feliz,sí!
Esté estaba pensando en algo loco o mínimamente algo capaz de mandar todo al caos o algo que ponga todo mal.Cuando Warden tenía una idea,nada podría pararlo,él manda ahí y puede hacer lo que quiera,si se lo preguntas.
Warden:Oh,sí!seguramente necesita una buena bienvenida,ayer fue…extraño y un poco violento…y neces…qué estoy haciendo?-apretando un botón en su escritorio-
El hombre bajito llegó,después de que fuera absorbido por algo y fuera escupido en la oficina del alcaide.
Warden:Oh,Jared…ahí estás,necesito ayuda de mi contador favorito-yendo hacía el otro y ayudando a pararse-
Jared:Qu-qué necesita señor?-mirándolo y confundido por ese viaje extraño-
Warden:¡Qué bueno que lo preguntas!Como verás Jared,tenemos un nuevo recluso y bueno…puede que ayer haya tenido una bienvenida un tanto extraña.
Jared:Espere,no es el tipo con el que se pele…
Warden:SÍ!jeje-tapándole la boca con la mano-no mencionemos eso,eso ya pasó y ahora!es momento de planear…
Jared:-Quitándose la mano del otro-planear?de qué habla exactamente?
Warden:Jared,Jared…¡Planear!qué más significa eso?-brazos cruzados y mirándolo con el ceño fruncido-
El otro hombre retrocedió asustado y mirándolo con nerviosismo,aunque ya era muy común que hiciera eso cerca de Warden de todos modos.
Jared:Sí,sí señor…lo siento,pero qué necesita?
Warden:Pues es obvió…necesito que intentes calmar a los demás!
Jared:¿Qué?pe-pero señor!esos tipos son como animales salvajes,no se pueden calmar a menos que se trate de verdaderamente una amenaza para ellos!y ni eso los calma del todo-preocupado y nervioso-
Warden:Ay!por Dios Jared…no estoy pidiendo algo imposible,bueno ... .probablemente sí ¡pero! lo importante es que puedas cumplir mis órdenes-acercándose al otro y sonriente-
Jared:Su-supongo…-viéndolo con miedo y temblando-
Warden:¡Perfecto!solo quiero darle una bienvenida bien hecha a Once-ler-sonrisa completa-
Jared:Así se llama él?un poco extraño…supongo que intentaré hacer algo con ellos,creo que puedo hacer algo…-aún nervioso y tratando de no hacerlo enojar-
Warden:¡Genial!¡Adiós,encargate!-yéndose en un arco-iris,a la inversa-
Jared:¡Pero señor!...diablos…
Warden estaba emocionado,yendo hacía la celda de Once-ler y entrando nuevamente sin preguntar.
Warden:ONCE-LER!!-feliz pero la sonrisa desapareció luego-Once-ler?
Buscando por todas partes de la celda,no encontrando nada.
Warden:Once-ler!!tiene que estar aquí…no puede que haya?...tranquilo Warden,seguramente él fue a buscar algo o pasear por ahí,sí eso-riendo nerviosamente-
Once-ler:Qué quieres?-mirándolo como si estuviera mirando a un loco-
Warden:Oh,ahí estás!-sonriendo nuevamente y yendo hacía él,abrazándolo-
Once-ler intentó zafarse y empujarlo,no pudiendo por los brazos fideo del otro que lo apretaban fuertemente.
Once-ler:Oye,oye!suéltame-ceño fruncido-
Warden:Uh,sí…lo siento-soltándolo y recomponiendose-
Once-ler:Gracias,qué quieres?-acomodándose el traje-
Warden:Oh,eso…pues,resulta que…admito!Ayer fue una pésima bienvenida para ti y lo siento,pero!quiero recomponerlo y darte una bienvenida grandiosa,qué te parece que yo te enseñe que es este lugar?-sonriente y emocionado-
Once-ler:Mmm…no!
Warden:Genia…qué?pero,pero…pero es una buena idea,tal vez empieces a disfrutar de este lugar,¡creéme!-haciendo un puchero y mirándolo triste-
Once-ler:Creo que aún no lo captas,no me agradas,no me agrada este lugar y NO GRACIAS!-molesto y exaltado-
Warden:L-lo entiendo pero…solo si me das una oportunidad,te voy a demostrar que te puedo agradar-acercándose a él y otra vez rompiendo el espacio personal del otro-
Once-ler:No,no me vas a agradar!nunca…¿ahora podrías dejar de intentarlo?
Warden:Mmm…¡no!
Esté tomándolo de los hombros y llevándoselo a cualquier lugar.
Once-ler:Uh?qué estás haciendo?-mirándolo molesto y confundido por lo que pasó-
Warden:Nada,solo llevándote a la mejor bienvenida!claro que sí!-sonriendo totalmente-
Once-ler:Regresame a mi celda o mejor a MI MALDITO HOGAR!
Warden:Pff,no!enserio vas a amar este lugar.
Once-ler:Quiéres otra paliza?-apretando los puños y con irritación-
Warden:Oh,no,no…lo último que quisiera es que me golpees y tengamos otra riña,no me agrada estar nadando en mi propia sangre y golpear amigos-mirándolo y sonriendo,sin estar preocupado realmente-
Once-ler:Bien,entonces regresaré a mi celda por mi propia cuenta-dándose la vuelta y caminando-
Warden:No,no!espera!...no tienes que irte,en serio esto te encantará-sujetandole el brazo y suplicante-
Once-ler:Por qué insistes en esto?-tratándose de alejar-
Warden:Porque…porque!jamás me rendiría en mostrarle a alguien lo divertida,grandiosa,espectacular y increíblemente hermosa que es Superjail!-poniéndose angelical de la nada y inspirador-
Mostrandose por detrás de ellos,reclusos matándose de maneras violentas y todo un desastre,siendo limpiado por Jailbot.
Once-ler:””Oh,sí claro”” no digas estupideces,literalmente esto es un infierno…no es una cárcel normal,no lo ves?
Warden:Cárcel normal?pff,no!la cárcel normal es…es aburrida,por eso,amigo!Cree Superjail!para cambiar la forma en la que se…
Once-ler:Sí,sí…aja,no me importa…ya entendí,cárcel genial,reclusos en la miseria,todo parece vomito arco-iris y tienen a un guardián extraño,entendí…ahora puedes sacarme?-cruzado de brazos y mirándolo con desesperación-
Warden se inmuto y simplemente intentó defenderse,sin poder hacer nada.Once-ler no espero más la respuesta y simplemente empezó a caminar.
Warden:¡No, espera!¿por qué?
Once-ler:Qué?-volteando a verlo-
Warden:¿Por qué simplemente no me das la oportunidad?hasta ahora tú eres el único que puede odiarme pero ¿y yo?tú iniciaste la pelea,tú empezaste a odiarme,¡tú!no quería pelear contigo en ningún momento-un poco molesto y con el ceño fruncido-
Once-ler:Ciertamente tengo razones para hacerlo y en serio…dejaría de hacerlo si hicieras lo que digo!solo quiero ir a casa,es mucho pedirte eso?o es que no lo entiendes?-molesto y exaltado,tratando de no volver a pelear a golpes-
Warden:Pff,yo soy el que da las órdenes,¡no tú!eres un criminal,te vas a quedar aquí y no hay más!-esté enojado y con las pupilas contraídas-
Once-ler:No puedo esperar más de un tipo como tú!sabes qué?no pienso seguir discutiendo..adiós-yéndose a su celda-
Warden no dijo nada,lo dejó irse por más que no quisiera que lo hiciera.
Warden:-cayéndole sangre en la cara-JARED!
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Chapter 3:Small discussions...
the next day, Once-ler didn't even wake up after being healed, let's see if he could do something and anyway he wouldn't dare try to escape or something after the guy hit him. I wasn't afraid of him, I just didn't want to see him because I still had some anger towards him. Warden couldn't sit idly by, he still felt sorry for what he had done and wanted to make amends, so what better way to do it than with that happy attitude.
The man entered the cell, with all that rainbow attitude and always smiling, as if nothing had happened.
Warden: Hey! good morning friend! -smiling and opening the door forcefully-
Once-ler frowned when she saw him enter, irritably grabbing his pillow and throwing it at him, no matter where it landed.
Warden: Hey!-dodging-that could have hit me and killed me!-frown and hands on hips-
Once-ler: Don't be exaggerated! -turning around so as not to see him- Warden: Are you still angry with me? And I never exaggerate, pff, I never exaggerate-trying to see it- Once-ler: Are you really asking? REALLY? agg-getting up quickly, but began to regret it because of the pain- Warden: Amm…I'm sorry friend, does it hurt? -taking his hat and holding it in his hands- Once-ler: It's obvious, you fool… you beat me to the ground until I was bleeding! Not to mention that I asked you to stop - looking at him angrily and pouting - Warden: I may have… got a little out of control, just a little… hehe-nervous laugh and stepping back out of embarrassment-
Once-ler simply snorted, refusing to try to argue again.
Once-ler:Well, what do you want? Warden: Oh, it's good that you ask - surrounding him with one arm and breaking the other's personal space - as a new inmate… Once-ler: No, no, no! You're still wrong, I'm not a recluse and in fact I'm leaving right now.
he took advantage of the fact that the door was open and left, leaving the other behind.
Warden:Hey, hey! But we already discussed it calmly yesterday, do you forget? -following him and trying not to bother him- Once-ler: Oh, peacefully, does this sound peacefully to you? -pointing to his wound and looking at him angrily- Warden: Oh, that's right… I think I was too hard on you… don't think I'm like that all the time, in fact everyone here knows that I'm a very nice guy, don't you think so? - looking at him and with a smile, showing that gap between his teeth- Once-ler: Mmm…yes, aha, listen! -stopping- Warden: I'm listening, friend-smiling at his side- Once-ler: First of all, we are not friends and second… Do you want me to be happy? -pointing- Warden: Well yes, I want all the inmates who enter here to be happy! Do you have any suggestions? I am open to new proposals, clearly - taking out a list and looking at it as if waiting for dictate -
Once-ler: Then let me go! -crossing his arms- Warden: Hey, yesterday you told me friend… wait! let you go… how to get out? -moving his hands as if trying to understand it- Once-ler: That was because you were attacking me like an animal and yeah! Get out, get out… pff, what do I say? You don't know what it's like to be outside… you've never been outside, you don't know how beautiful it would be to be outside this horrible prison! -yelling at him and sounding intimidating-
The other took a step back, covering himself with the list and seeming surprised to hear what was being said about his jail
Warden: Horrible? B-but…-swallowing and trying to gain courage-HEY! It's not horrible, this prison is my home, it's your home and it's absolutely beautiful, fun and amazing! Once-ler: Well, to me it's like being in the trash, you understand? -taking him by the shoulders and approaching him- Warden:…Oh, I see…are you hungry?-smiling now- Once-ler: Huh? -confused-
Warden: It's because you haven't eaten, right? That's why you're upset… pff, silly me, how could I forget? - genuinely convincing himself of that - calm down friend, I get a little upset too if I don't have my food on time, but don't worry we'll go there-smiling and winking at him- Once-ler: You know what? I'm not hungry, I want to rest, goodbye! - He's going back to his cell - that would make me happy at least…
Warden let him go, trying to sound even more positive and less nervous about trying to make a good impression on the other.
Warden: Yes, hehe…I'll see you later, goodbye friend-smiling nervously- Once-ler:Pff, idiot-sitting on the floor and holding his face in his hands-
-A while later-
Warden decided to bring food to Once-ler, he knew he would be hungry and he didn't want to let him die, at least not for now. He reached the other's cell, this time pausing before entering and knocking.
Warden: Amm…how am I supposed to…-trying to look good and not do something that will cause another fight- Once-ler: Come on, I know it's you-he sounds serious and a little sad- Warden: Oh yes? Well… hello, smiling and walking in, how did you know? Once-ler: You're the only one who would come to see me… and the others wouldn't have the decency to knock on the door. Warden: Well, that's true… they certainly wouldn't, I guess I should add an activity for that, but that will be later for now! have this -Holding the lunch bag and smiling as always- Once-ler: Umm? What is it? -looking at him and holding the bag- Warden: It's your food, I can't let you starve…that wouldn't make me a good warden-thinking about how many he's let die like that, without even thinking about it first-mmm yeah… Once-ler: Well, thanks… I guess that's true.
The other man sitting next to him, looking very smiling and perhaps trying to make small talk.
Warden: Well…what do you think? Once-ler: About what? -looking at him- Warden: I don't want to sound pushy but…are we really not friends? -Looking at him nervously -Really? Once-ler: Mmm…-turning to look at a wall-I don't think it's time to make decisions about that-sounding serious and frank- Warden: Hehe…yeah, it's not time…I guess I should give you time friend…Once-ler!-walking away from his side, a little uncomfortable-I think…I should go!Duty calls me and I'm very, VERY busy hehehe… well goodbye! Once-ler: Yes…it's okay-seeing it and also a little uncomfortable- Warden:…Goodbye! -disappearing in an explosion of confetti- Once-ler: Uh?…strange, interesting man…
Este took the bag again, finding a little note, with a happy face drawn on it.
Once-ler:…Funny-leaving it aside-
-A while later-
A while passed, Warden was in his office, observing a bit of destruction and a bit creating paper figures. Warden: Hmm… am I weird?… nah, he probably likes me-looking around nervously and a little uncomfortable with himself-…I need…to think of something, something that makes him feel good and happy, yes!
I was thinking of something crazy or at least something capable of sending everything into chaos or something that would make everything go wrong. When Warden has an idea, nothing about it can stop him, he rules there and can do whatever he wants, if you ask him.
Warden: Oh yes! Surely he needs a good welcome, yesterday was… strange and a little violent… and he needs… what am I doing? -pressing a button on his desktop-
The short man arrived, he had been sucked into something and spit out in the warden's office
Warden: Oh, Jared… there you are, I need help from my favorite accountant-he goes to the other one and helps him up-
Jared: W-what do you need sir? -looking at him and confused by that strange trip- Warden, I'm glad you asked! As you can see, Jared, we have a new inmate and well… he may have had a bit of a strange welcome yesterday. Jared: Wait, he's not the guy you fight with… Warden: YES! hehe-covering the other's mouth with his hand-without mentioning that, that's already happened and that's it! It's time to plan… Jared: -removing the other's hand- What exactly are you talking about? Warden: Jared, Jared… Plan! What else does that mean? -she crossed her arms and looked at him with a frown-
The other man backed away scared and looking at him nervously, although it was very common for him to do that around Warden anyway.
Jared: Yes, yes sir… I'm sorry, but what do you need? Warden: Well, it's obvious… I need you to try to calm the others down! Jared: What? B-but sir! Those guys are like wild animals, they can't calm down unless it's really a threat to them! And even that doesn't calm them down at all
Warden: Oh my God, Jared… I'm not asking for something impossible, well… probably yes, but! The important thing is that you can follow my orders - approaching the other and smiling - Jared: I-I guess…-looking at him with fear and trembling- Warden: Perfect! I just want to give a well done welcome to the Once-ler-full smile- Jared: Is that his name? A little strange… I guess I'll try to do something with them, I think I can do something… -still nervous and trying not to make him angry- Warden: Great! Bye, of it! - leaving in a rainbow, in reverse - Jared: But sir!…damn…
Warden was excited, going to the Once-ler's cell and entering again without asking.
Warden: ONCE-LER!!-happy but the smile disappeared then-Once-ler?
Searching everywhere in the cell, finding nothing.
Warden: Once-ler!! He has to be here…can't there be?…don't worry, Warden, he probably went to look for something or walk around, yes that is-laughing nervously- Once-ler: What do you want? -looking at him as if he were looking at a crazy person- Warden: Oh, there you are! -smiling again and going towards him, hugging him-
Once-ler tried to get away and push him, but he couldn't because of the other's noodle arms that were squeezing him tightly.
Once-ler:Hey, hey! let go of me-frown- Warden: Uh, yeah… I'm sorry-releasing it and composing himself- Once-ler: Thank you, what do you want? -adjusting his suit-
Warden: Oh, that… well, it turns out that… I admit! Yesterday was a terrible welcome for you and I'm sorry, but! I want to fixing it up and give you a great welcome, what do you think if I show you what this place is? - smiling and excited - Once-ler: Mmm…no! Warden: Great…what? but, but… but it's a good idea, maybe you'll start to enjoy this place, believe me! -pouting and looking sad- Once-ler: I think you still don't get it, I don't like you, I don't like this place and NO THANK YOU! -annoyed and excited- Warden: I-I understand but…only if you give me a chance, I'm going to show you that I can like you-approaching him and again breaking the other's personal space- Once-ler: No, I'm not going to like you! Never… now could you stop trying? Warden: Mmm…no!
Take him by the shoulders and take him anywhere.
Once-ler: Uh? What are you doing? -Looking upset and confused by what happened- Warden: Nothing, just taking you to the best welcome! Of course! -smiling totally-
Once-ler: Return me to my cell or MY DAMN HOME! Warden: Pff, no! You're really going to love this place. Once-ler: Do you want another beating? - clenching his fists and irritably - Warden: Oh, no, no… the last thing I want is for you to hit me and have another fight, I don't like being swimming in my own blood and hitting friends - looking at him and smiling, not really worried - Once-ler: Well, then I will return to my cell on my own - turning around and walking - Warden: No, no! wait! … you don't have to go, you'll seriously love this - holding his arm and pleading - Once-ler: Why do you insist on this? -trying to get away- Warden: Because…because! I would never give up on showing someone how fun, great, spectacular and incredibly beautiful-becoming angelic out of nowhere and inspiring-
Showing up behind them, the inmates violently kill each other and Jailbot cleans up a mess.
Once-ler:””Oh, yeah right”” don't say anything stupid, this is literally hell…it's not a normal prison, don't you see? Warden: Normal prison? Phew, no! Normal prison is… it's boring, that's why, buddy! Create a super prison! to change the path… Once-ler: Yeah, yeah…uh-huh, I don't care…I get it, big prison, squalid inmates, everything looks like rainbow vomit and they have a weird guard, I get it…now can you get me out? ? -crossing her arms and looking at him with despair-
Warden shuddered and simply tried to defend himself, helplessly. Once-ler didn't wait any longer for the answer and simply started walking.
Warden: No, wait! Because? Once-ler: What? -turning to look at him- Warden: Why don't you give me a chance? So far you are the only one who can hate me but what about me? You started the fight, you started hating me, you! I didn't want to fight with you at all - a little upset and frowning - Once-ler: I certainly have reasons to do it and seriously… I would stop doing it if you did what I tell you! I just want to go home, is that too much to ask of you? Or don't you understand? - Annoyed and trying not to fight to punches again. Warden: Pff, I'm the one giving the orders, not you! You're a criminal, you're going to stay here and that's it! -angry and with pupils contracted- Once-ler: I can't expect more from a guy like you! Did you know? I'm not going to continue arguing… goodbye-going to his cell-
Warden didn't say anything, he let him go even though he didn't want him to.
Warden:-blood falling on his face-JARED!
Detenganme!estoy escribiendo como una loca XDD
Stop me! I'm writing like a crazy woman XDD
The English version is below ;)).
Sorpresa!!capítulo nuevo :DD
Cap 4:Intentando ser amigos...
-2 días después-
Estos aún seguían enojados,aún después de pasar un tiempo,simplemente esa discusión fue mucho para ellos,como para querer hacer algo.Warden aún no lo quería dejar ir,nunca dejaría ir a un prisionero,eso jamás lo aceptaría.Once-ler no le hablaría por rencor y orgullo,lo odiaba y ese era más que un motivo suficiente.
Once-ler:Pff,idiota!-enojado y acostado en la cama-
Warden se encontraba en su oficina,de mal humor y viendo hacía la ventana.
Warden:Pff,quién lo necesita?yo no,solo es un cretino,engreído-haciendo puchero y hundiéndose en su silla-para nada genial…claro que no!
Esté tratando de entretenerse,mirando a todos lados y pucheros.
Warden:¡Aaa!maldita sea…voy a ir con él y voy a confrontar esto!-levantándose de la silla de un brinco y yéndose-
Caminaba hacía la celda de Once-ler,de manera lenta y de vez en cuando deteniéndose,dudoso de su decisión.
Warden:Agg…sí,no,sí-arreglándose el traje y nervioso-no importa,yo mando y voy a ir ahí,no importa lo que él diga!yo soy el guardián y nadie me da órdenes.
Esté deteniéndose cuando llegó,sin darse cuenta llegó y esto lo puso nervioso.
Warden:Uff,ya llegué?-tragando saliva y tomando una gran bocanada de aire- pff,desde cuándo me importa esto?
Esté tocando lentamente y pausada,esperando a que el otro le cediera el pase.
Warden:Nop!mala idea! -volteándose y apunto de irse-
Once-ler:Si eres tú,largo!no estás bienvenido aquí-sonando enojado y gritando-
Warden:Pff,qué?-sonando incrédulo-soy bienvenido aquí sí quiero!no porque tú me lo ordenes,pff -cruzándose de brazos y un puchero-
Once-ler enojado salió a la puerta,abriéndola y viendo al otro con enojo.
Once-ler:Creí que había dejado claro,¡que no te quiero aquí!-gritándole y con el ceño fruncido-
Warden:Supongo,pero no me importa-transportándose con un arco-iris a la cama del otro-
Once-ler:Um?oye,oye…baja de ahí!-yendo hacía él y jalándolo de las manos-
Warden:¡No! -aferrándose a la cama- ¡vamos!
Once-ler:Vete?-jalándolo y tratando de poner fuerza-no tienes nada que hacer realmente…seguramente no sabes hacer otra cosa…
Warden:No,oh,no!te sorprendería lo que puedo hacer -sonriéndole y mirándolo-
Once-ler soltandolo y alejándose con pena.No intento hacer nada y simplemente se sentó a lado del otro,con las manos en su rostro.
Once-ler:Ugg…eres fastidioso,lo sabes?-sonando serio y agotado-
Warden:Umm…sí,me lo han dicho algunas veces…aunque no es cierto,solo soy un poco insistente,nada más-sonriendo y moviendo las piernas-
Once-ler:Ignoras tu realidad realmente…aunque supongo que eres feliz con eso-mirándolo-
Warden:¡Sí,lo soy!sabes,es mejor serlo…la realidad,amm…apesta un poco,es gris-sentándose a su lado y sonando feliz-
Once-ler:Sí…un poco,aveces…no lo sé-pensando-
Warden:Mmm…oye?-sonando serio-
Once-ler:Qué?
Warden:Aún te duelen las heridas?-sonando preocupado-
Once-ler:Oh,eso?no tanto…solo si las tocas…solo sanarán,ajam-pasando saliva-y tú?
Warden:Oh,pues…estoy bien,golpeas fuerte chico-sonriéndole-
Once-ler:Tú también,supongo que no debo provocarte entonces-sonriendo un poco-
Warden:Sí,supongo que es Superjail…-acomodándose los lentes-perdón por eso,debo tratar de tranquilizarme,no es normal que golpee a los reclusos,no soy un tipo de golpes-risa nerviosa y acariciando sus manos-
Once-ler:Sí,yo tampoco..me descontrole un poco,perdón…supongo que fuí un poco grosero…
Warden:Oh,eso?...tranquilo,los demás reclusos no son precisamente princesas delicadas,jaja-riendo un poco-no serías el primero en golpearme realmente…
Once-ler:Oh,entonces ya estás acostumbrado?-sonando preocupado-eso no debe ser agradable…
Warden:Tranquilo,no es algo de qué preocuparse…supongo que es algo normal aquí,no lo tomó a mal…solo como algo de su conducta en reforma.
Esté tratando de sonar tranquilo y acomodando su sombrero,un poco nervioso.Once-ler simplemente lo pensó pero supuso que no debía preocuparse del todo.
Once-ler:Sí…creo,si no es molestía preguntar…¿por qué insistes en ser mi amigo?no te lo tomes a mal…-sonando nervioso-
Warden:Oh…pues,pues…pienso que eres un tipo agradable,no muchos lo son aquí y quiero ser tu amigo,sí,eso-tratando de no sonar extraño y nervioso-
Once-ler:Oh,gracias…sí,creo que lo soy y supongo que no actue muy agradable ese día jejeje
Warden:Tranquilo,eso ya pasó…lo olvidaré,créeme…por eso trate de arreglarlo!-sonriendo y parándose de la cama,brincando-y voy a arreglarlo!
Once-ler:Oh,pues…qué vas hacer?-prestando atención-
Warden:Tú solo sígueme-yéndose,dando brinquitos y sonriente-
Once-ler:Oh,espera!-siguiéndolo y llegando a su lado-
El otro tenía un plan y lo iba a hacer,está vez sin arruinar nada o tratando de no hacerlo.
Once-ler:Qué vas a hacer?-mirándolo-
Warden:¿Tú bebes alcohol?-rodeándolo con un brazo-
Once-ler:Sí,no soy un gran bebedor pero sí…
Warden:Yo tampoco lo soy,pero aveces tomó un poco en el Superbar,es un lugar tranquilo,te gustara
Once-ler:Sí,supongo que lo es jeje-un poco nervioso,sabía que ese lugar sería un desastre o por lo menos un matadero-
Estos llegaron al Superbar,entraron y sí!El lugar era un desastre como siempre,aunque normalmente bajaban la intensidad del caos en cualquier lugar cuando Warden llegaba,por algún tipo de miedo al tipo loco y caótico que consideraban que era él.
Warden:Y aquí estamos!será divertido Once-ler-haciendo que el joven pase y sonriendo-
Once-ler:Sí,no creo que sea tan malo-entrando y volteando a todos lados por temor-
Warden:Sí!estarás bien,estás a mi lado!-sentándose en la barra junto con Once-ler-
Once-ler:Supongo…-viendo como unos tipos atrás le hacía señas obscenas y amenazandolo de muerte-aunque parece que algunos no les agrado…jeje
Warden:Tranquilo,yo me encargo de que nada te pase…para eso soy el guardián y tu…conocido,eso creo-volteando a ver todos lados-dónde demonios está…JARED!-sonando irritado-
El hombre bajito llegó,nervioso y mirándolo con miedo.
Jared:Sí señor?
Warden:Oh,ahí estás…como puedes ver!Once-ler y yo venimos a tomar algo…tal vez platicar las cosas y necesito que utilices tus manitas para preparar unos tragos-sonriendo y explicando con las manos-ok?
Jared:¡Enseguida señor!-yendo a hacerlo rápidamente-
Warden:Y bien Once-ler,qué puedes decirme de ti…digo,tengo un expediente de ti que Jailbot entrego,asi que no puedes mentirme en algunas cosas-tambaleando las piernas,sacando el expediente y guardándolo en su sombrero nuevamente -
Once-ler:Pues…amm,haber…no creo ser tan interesante,bueno!Soy el dueño de una fábrica de Thneeds.
Warden:Oh,sí!eso lo leí en el expediente…suenan bien esos t-th…bueno,eso!-sonriéndole y tratando de decirlo con algunas complicaciones-
Once-ler:Pues sí,de hecho son una cosa muy imaginativa…creo,pueden ser lo que quieras…ya sabes esas cosas como”tu imaginación es el límite”y eso…
Warden:Bueno,señor Once-ler…supongo que usted es muy imaginativo!eso te debió dar ventajas…
Once-ler:Sí,aunque fue difícil llegar a ser lo que soy…-recordando aquellos tiempos-
Warden:Oh,y quién es Once-ler exáctamente?digo…el nombre es un poco extraño pero,solo pregunto.
Once-ler:Pues…no lo sé,así me llamo…es un tanto extraño,aunque ella dijo que era su error de…una vez-un poco triste y cabizbajo-
Warden:Uff,bueno…quién lo dijo?suena como una especie de cosa cruel…-mirándolo y sonando curioso-
Once-ler:Mi madre…aunque fue una discusión,no creo que lo haya…dicho en serio…
Jared entregándoles sus tragos y yéndose.Warden lo miró,un tanto incómodo y no sabiendo qué hacer para hacerlo sonreír.
Warden:Uff,padres…no soy exáctamente bueno con esos temas,no soy precisamente bueno para decir que tuve una figura paterna a seguir…y eso-girando los ojos incómodo,queriendo cambiar el tema-
Once-ler:Sí…creo que yo tampoco -tomando de su trago y dando un soplido-pero,no creo que debamos hablar de eso…mejor,dime algo tuyo-sonriendo de nuevo-
Warden:Oh,¿de mí?pues-emocionado siempre de hablar de sí mismo-pues…sabes,yo construí está cárcel y como puedes ver,es increíblemente genial y súper avanzada,claro que sí…odio las cárceles de verdad,son grises,aburridas y para nada divertidas!como la de mi padre…pero hice que ese legado fuera más alegre,menos gris.
Once-ler:Entonces esto es algo de”de generación a generación”?
Warden:Sí,pero…pero yo soy mejor guardián,pff,claro que sí-tomando de su trago y sonando presumido-hay un premio en mi cuarto que lo dice,ajam!
Once-ler:Supongo que eso es genial,no tengo precisamente un premio pero si el reconocimiento de muchos…aunque tal vez en el futuro podría tenerlo…oh,cierto-otra vez sonando triste-
Warden tomó su trago,un tanto nervioso,sabía que significaba ese “oh,cierto” y no quería pelear con él otra vez.
Warden:Amm…¿cuántos años tienes?pareces ser uno de los reclusos jóvenes que llegan aquí…-cambiando el tema repentinamente-
Once-ler:Amm…25 años,y tú?pareces ser joven también-curioseando y sosteniendo su trago-
Warden:Oh,me halagas,en cuanto a eso,pues…-sonando nervioso,no es su tema favorito pero él mismo se metió y no podía escapar,no había ventanas-amm…oh,eso…pff,39…per-pero soy muy atractivo,eso debe quedar claro!- tratando de cubrir su ego dañado-
Once-ler:Tranquilo,nadie dijo que no…sí,eso creo…no pensé que los tuvieras,te ves menos que esa edad-tranquilizando al otro-
Warden:Obviamente,como puedes ver…¡soy alguien sumamente atractivo y elegante!-sonando presumido y con el ego subido-pff,la edad es algo…algo aparte…a quién le importa?
Once-ler:Tranquilo,supongo que no…no creo que debas preocuparte de eso,no aparentas esa edad-tomando-
Warden:Oh,gracias…es bueno saber que alguien reconoce eso,es obvió que es eso.
Once-ler:Bueno,sí…creo-acabando su trago-
Warden:Y bueno~qué más tiene para contarme,señor Once-ler-mirándolo atentamente y sonando interesado-
Once-ler:Ammm,veamos…-pensando en que decir y no sonar aburrido-no lo sé,pff,probablemente solo pueda hablar de mi negocio,de Thneed-ville y de la bola de pelos-sonando un poco molesto-
Warden:Uh,de qué hablas?me refiero a lo último
Once-ler:La bola de pelos?hablo del Lorax…es una pequeña molestía para mí y mis planes,solo va a mi oficina o a cualquier lado a donde voy,solo para molestarme y decirme”no tales los árboles””sabes hacía donde cae un árbol?””estás cegado por la avaricia”pff,tonterías…
Warden:Uh,suena molesto…he lidiado con algunos sujetos molestos,¿quieres que le diga a Jailbot que se encargue de él?-pensando en ya como hacerlo o lo que le diría al robot-
Once-ler pasó saliva y se quedó en shock por lo que menciono el otro.
Once-ler:Qué?no!...digo,el tipo no me agrada pero tampoco quiero que tu robot asesino se acerque y le haga daño,si lo entendiste verdad?-mirándolo con sospecha-
Warden:Ok,ok…entendido camarada,no le diré que le haga daño a tu molestador personal-tratando de sonar convincente y relajado-
Once-ler:Eso espero,sabes…antes eramos amigos pero…
Warden:Pero qué?-poniendo atención y dispuesto a oír la historia-
Once-ler:Pero eso acabó cuando…cuando empecé a talar los árboles,prometí que no lo haría…pero son solo unos árboles,realmente a nadie le importan…
Warden:Uff,bueno…ciertamente así lo es…rompiste tu promesa,nah,no me sorprende oír a alguien que rompió una promesa…menos de ti,no por nada estás aquí-sonriendo-
Once-ler lo miró un poco molesto y con un claramente “este no es el momento”.
Warden:Uh,sí…claro,perdón-sonriendo ahora nerviosamente-ajam!supongo que eso hizo que se apartaran,no?
Once-ler:Sí,creo que es al único que le importan los árboles…bueno,se supone que esa es su tarea y para lo que nació hasta donde yo sé…el tipo salió de un tronco a reclamarme y decirme cosas como”soy el Lorax guardián del bosque,habló por los árboles¨”realmente fue algo extraño…
Warden:Oh,yo también soy guardián de algo…¡tenemos tanto en común!podríamos ser amigos-sonriente-
Once-ler:Sin ofender…pero no creo que le agrades,el no es fan de la violencia y no es precisamente un tipo que le guste la sangre,que por cierto tienes algo de ella en la mejilla derecha-sacando un cigarrillo de su saco y prendiendolo para fumarlo-
Warden se limpió la sangre con un pañuelo que sacó de su manga y la miró con una cara seria y pensativa.
Warden:Jeje…sí,es un problema por aquí,de todos modos no le agrado a mucha gente-sonando un poco serio-creo que tengo más enemigos más que amigos,ajam!pero eso no importa…tal vez son ellos los del problema…
Once-ler:A veces así es,pero a veces no…no importa,creo que yo tampoco tengo tantos amigos de todos modos,algunos solo están conmigo para sacar noticia o algo que puedan decir de mí…de todos modos no me importa,estoy consiguiendo lo que quiero…aunque es un poco molesto que gente ande detrás de ti todo el tiempo,solo para saber si hiciste algo mal o algo bien para difundirlo,pff-dándole una calada a su cigarrillo-inquietante…
Warden:Mmm..sí,supongo…no hay gente detrás de mí todo el tiempo exáctamente,pero entiendo que debe ser una molestía,ajam!aunque Jared es como tener a una bola quejante detrás de ti todo el día,pero aprendí a ignorar eso-siempre lo ha hecho-
Once-ler:Mmm…sí,eso creo,quiéres?-ofreciéndole un cigarrillo-
Warden:Oh,no gracias…tampoco soy un buen fumador,solo debes en cuando…ya sabes,un poco de estrés por aquí y haya que liberar-sonrisita-
Once-ler:Ok,está bien…entiendo eso,a veces solo hago esto en mi oficina y veo como mi dinero crece…me pregunto cómo irán las cosas haya?-pensando y sorpresivamente no muy preocupado,solo pensando en cuánto tendrá que hacer-
Warden:No…no lo sé,supongo que bien…-un poco nervioso y jugando con sus dedos en la barra-
Once-ler:El Lorax debe estar cantando de alegría al ver que ya me fuí,pff,nunca lo he visto cantar…eso debe ser algo histórico jaja-risita divertida-nunca está de buen humor como para hacerlo de todos modos…
Warden:El tipo suena como alguien divertido aunque un tanto gruñón-pensando y poniendo una de sus manos en su mentón-
Once-ler:Uff,lo es…aunque puede llegar a ser alguien con quien platicar si lo necesitas…jeje-recordando esos tiempos y recargándose un poco en la barra-
Warden lo miró y simplemente sonrió,el chico parecía muy nostálgico ahora,de alguna forma se veía atraído a querer conocerlo aún más.
Warden:Sí,suena interesante…
Siguieron platicando y bebiendo,hasta que Warden simplemente cayó en la barra dormido,es ahí cuando Once-ler entendió que era hora de irse.
Once-ler:Amigo,qué haces?diablos-acomodándose el traje-estás dormido?
Viendo como unas Z salían de su alrededor,alejándose de él.
Once-ler:Pff,eres todo un personaje…vamos!-moviendolo-no quiero cargarte!...
Warden:Mmm…no-durmiendo-
Once-ler se levantó,un poco desequilibrado pero pudiendo mantenerse firme después.
Once-ler:Entonces,te dejaré~-fingiendo que se va-
Warden:No!..no puedo pararme,estoy un poco…mal
Once-ler:Parate,no seas exagerado…-viéndolo y cruzado de brazos-
Warden intentó pararse,parecía bien,pudo hacerlo y mantenerse firme.
Once-ler:Vez?estás bien…solo hay que irnos-sonriendo-
Warden:Creo que sí-dando un paso y cayéndose,sin intentar mantenerse-
Once-ler:Ups,tenías razón entonces…bueno,tengo que llevarte entonces…
Esté agarro los brazos del otro y lo llevo arrastrando,no lo podía cargar ahora por la falta del equilibrio por el alcohol ,pero al menos intento algo.Warden era liviano en Superjail así que no había de qué preocuparse,aparte el tipo estaba dormido,no le reclamará por eso.
Once-ler:Bien,ahora dónde está tu cuarto?-viendo a todos lados-
Warden:Mmm…m-me encargo-sacando su bastón y llamando a Jailbot-Jai-jailbot ven a recoger a papá en el pasillo,ya sabes-soltando su bastón y durmiendo de nuevo-
Once-ler:Qué?pudiste hacer eso todo el tiempo?...agg,ya que..-soltando al otro y esperando a que el robot llegue-
Warden:Shhh~haz silencio,estoy durmiendo…-acurrucado y sonriendo en el suelo-
Jailbot llegó y cargó al alcaide,sabía lo que tenía que hacer,sonriéndole con cara de píxel feliz al joven.
Once-ler:Supongo que te encargas de él,bueno…adiós-sonriendo y despidiéndose-
Warden:-medio dormido-Adiós!
El robot se fue junto con el hombre mayor.Once-ler se fue,un tanto divertido por todo lo que acaba de suceder.
Once-ler:Esto será…extrañamente divertido…
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Surprise!! new chapter :DD
Cap 4:Trying to be friends...
-2 days later-
They were still angry, even after some time had passed, that argument was simply too much for them to want to do something. Warden still did not want to let him go, he would never let a prisoner go, he would never accept that. Once-ler would not I would speak to him out of resentment and pride, I hated him and that was more than a sufficient reason.
Once-ler: Pff, idiot! -angry and lying in bed-
Warden was in his office, in a bad mood and looking out the window.
Warden: Pff, who needs him? Not me, he's just a jerk, stuck up - pouting and sinking in his chair - not great at all… of course not!
He's trying to entertain himself, looking around and pouting.
Warden: Aaa! damn… I'm going to go to him and confront this! -jumping up from the chair and leaving-
He walked towards the Once-ler's cell, slowly and from time to time stopping, doubtful of his decision.
Warden: Agg…yes, no, yes-fixing his suit and nervous-it doesn't matter, I'm in charge and I'm going to go there, it doesn't matter what he says! I'm the warden and no one gives me orders.
He was stopping when he arrived, without realizing it he arrived and this made him nervous.
Warden: Ugh, am I there yet? - swallowing saliva and taking a big breath of air - pff, since when do I care about this?
Knock on the door and deliberately, waiting for the other person to give the pass.
Warden: No! Bad idea! -turning around and about to leave- Once-ler: If that's you, get out! You are not welcome here-sounding angry and yelling- Warden: Pff, what? - sounding incredulous - I'm welcome here if I want! Not because you order me, pff – crossing his arms and pouting –
An angry Once-ler approached the door, opened it and looked at the other.
Once-ler: I thought I made it clear that I don't want you here! -screaming and frowning- Warden: I guess, but I don't care-teleporting in a rainbow to the other's bed- Once-ler: Huh? Hey, hey… get down from there! - approaching him and pulling his hands - Warden: No! -clinging to the bed- come on! Once-ler: Leave? - pulling him and trying to put force - you really have nothing to do… surely you don't know how to do anything else… Warden: No, oh no! You'd be surprised what I can do-smiling and looking at him-
Once-ler let go of him and walked away shame He didn't try to do anything and simply sat next to the other, with his hands on his face.
Once-ler: Ugg…you're annoying, you know that?-sounding serious and exhausted- Warden: Umm…yes, I've been told that a few times…although it's not true, I'm just a little insistent, nothing more-smiling and moving his legs- Once-ler: You really ignore your reality…although I guess you're happy with that-looking at him- Warden: Yes,really! You know, it's better to be… reality, amm… it stinks a little, it's gray - sitting next to him and sounding happy - Once-ler: Yes…a little,sometimes…I don't know-thinking- Warden: Mmm…hey?-sounding serious- Once-ler: What? Warden: Do your wounds still hurt? -sounding worried- Once-ler: Oh, that? Not so much… only if you touch them… they will only heal, aham-swallowing-and you? Warden: Oh, well… I'm fine, hit hard boy-smiling at him- Once-ler: You too, I guess I shouldn't provoke you then-smiling a little- Warden: Yes, I guess it's Superjail… - adjusting his glasses - sorry about that, I must try to calm down, it's not normal for me to hit inmates, I'm not a figthing guy - nervous laugh and caressing his hands - Once-ler: Yes, me neither… I got a little out of control, sorry… I guess I was a little rude…
Warden: Oh, that?…don't worry, the other prisioners are not exactly delicate princesses, haha-laughing a little-you wouldn't be the first to really hit me… Once-ler: Oh, so you're used to it now? - sounding worried - that can't be pleasant… Warden: Don't worry, it's not something to worry about…I guess it's something normal here, he didn't take it the wrong way…just as something about his behavior to reform.
He's trying to sound calm and adjusting his hat, a little nervous. Once-ler just thought about it but figured he shouldn't worry at all.
Once-ler: Yes…I think, if it's not a bother to ask…why do you insist on being my friend? Don't take this the wrong way…-sounding nervous- Warden: Oh…well, well…I think you're a nice guy, not many are here and I want to be your friend, yeah, that-trying not to sound strange and nervous- Once-ler: Oh, thanks…yes, I think I am and I guess I didn't act very nice that day hehehe Warden: Don't worry, that's already over… I'll forget it, believe me… that's why I tried to fix it! -smiling and getting up from the bed, jumping- and I'm going to fix it! Once-ler: Oh, well… what are you going to do? -paying attention- Warden: You just follow me-leaving, jumping and smiling- Once-ler: Oh, wait! -following him and reaching his side-
The other had a plan and he was going to do it, this time without ruining anything or trying to do it.
Once-ler: What are you going to do? -looking at him- Warden: Do you drink alcohol? -surrounding him with an arm- Once-ler: Yes, I'm not a big drinker but yes… Warden: I'm not one either, but sometimes he had a little at the Superbar, it's a quiet place, you might like it. Once-ler: Yes, I guess it is hehe - a little nervous, I knew that place would be a disaster or at least a slaughterhouse -
They arrived at the Superbar, they entered and yes! The place was a disaster as always, although they normally lowered the intensity of the chaos anywhere when Warden arrived, out of some kind of fear of the crazy and chaotic guy they considered him to be.
Warden:And here we are! It will be fun Once-ler-making the young man pass by and smiling- Once-ler: Yes, I don't think it's that bad - entering and turning everywhere out of fear - Warden: Yes! You'll be fine, you're by my side! -sitting at the bar along with Once-ler- Once-ler: I guess…-seeing how some guys behind him were making obscene signs and threatening him with death-although it seems that some of them don't like me…hehe Warden: Don't worry, I'll make sure that nothing happens to you… that's why I'm the guardian and your… acquaintance, I think so - turning to look everywhere - where the hell is… JARED! - sounding irritated -
The short man arrived, nervous and looking at him with fear.
Jared: Yes sir? Warden: Oh, there you are…as you can see! Once-ler and I are going to come over for a drink…maybe we'll talk things over and I need you to use your little hands to make some drinks-smiling and explaining with your hands-ok? Jared: Right now sir! -do it quickly- Warden: Well, Once-ler, what can you tell me about yourself? I mean, I have a file on you that Jailbot gave me, so you can't lie to me about some things-moving your legs, taking the file out and putting it back in his hat - Once-ler: Well… amm, I have… I don't think it's that interesting, well! I am the owner of a Thneeds factory. Warden: Oh yes! I read it in the file…those thne-thneed sound good…well, that! -smiling at him and trying to say it with some complications- Once-ler: Well yes, they are actually something very imaginative… they can be whatever you want… you know those things like "your imagination is the limit" and that… Warden: Well, Mr. Once-ler… I guess you're very imaginative! That must have given you advantages…
Once-ler: Yes, although it was difficult to become what I am… -remembering those times-
Warden: Oh, and who is Once-ler exactly? I mean… the name is a little strange but, I'm just asking.
Once-ler: Well…I don't know, that's my name…it's a bit strange, although she said it was her mistake…once-a little sad and crestfallen-
Warden: Ugh, well…who said that? It sounds like some kind of cruel thing…-looking at him and sounding curious-
Once-ler: My mother…although it was an argument, I don't think she meant it…
Jared handing them their drinks and leaving. Warden looked at him, somewhat uncomfortable and not knowing what to do to make him smile.
Warden: Ugh, parents…I'm not exactly good with those topics, I'm not exactly good at saying that I had a father figure to follow…and that-rolling his eyes uncomfortably, wanting to change the topic-
Once-ler: Yes…I don't think I do either -taking his drink and drinking- but, I don't think we should talk about that…better, tell me something about yourself-smiling again-
Warden: Oh, about me? Well-always excited to talk about himself-well…you know, I built this prison and as you can see, it's incredibly cool and super advanced, of course…I really hate normally prisons, they're gray Boring and not at all fun! like my father's… but I made that legacy more cheerful, less gray.
Once-ler: So this is a “generation to generation” thing?
Warden: Yes, but… but I'm a better guardian, pff, of course - sipping his drink and sounding smug - there's a prize in my room that says so, aha! Once-ler: I guess that's great, I don't exactly have an award but I do have the recognition of many…although maybe in the future I could have it…oh, right-again sounding sad-
Warden took his drink, a little nervous, he knew what that “oh, right” meant and he didn't want to fight with him again.
Warden: Amm… how old are you? You seem to be one of the young inmates who arrive here… - suddenly changing the subject - Once-ler: Amm… 25 years old, and you? You seem to be young too - browsing and holding his drink - Warden: Oh, you flatter me, as for that, well…-sounding nervous, it's not his favorite topic but he got into it himself and couldn't escape, there were no windows-amm…oh, that…pff,39…but-but I am very attractive, that should be clear! - trying to cover his damaged ego - Once-ler: Don't worry, no one said no…yes, I think so…I didn't think you had them, you look younger than that age-reassuring the other- Warden: Obviously, as you can see… I am someone extremely attractive and elegant! -Sounding conceited and with a raised ego-Pff, age is something…something apart…who cares?
Once-ler: Don't worry, I guess not… I don't think you should worry about that, you don't look that old- Warden: Oh, thanks… it's nice to know that someone recognizes that, it's obvious that's what it is. Once-ler: Well, yes… I think - finishing his drink - Warden: Well~ what else do you have to tell me Mr. Once-ler-looking at him carefully and sounding interested- Once-ler: Ammm, let's see… -thinking of what to say and not sound boring- I don't know, pff, I can probably only talk about my business, Thneed-ville and the furball-sounds a little annoying - Warden: Hey, what are you talking about? I mean the last one. Once-ler: The furball? I'm talking about the Lorax… he's a bit of a nuisance to me and my plans, he just goes to my office or wherever I go, just to bother me and tell me "don't cut down the trees" A tree? fall?" "You are blinded by greed" pff, nonsense… Warden: Uh, that sounds annoying… I've dealt with some annoying guys, do you want me to tell Jailbot to take care of it? -thinking about how to do it or what I would say to the robot-
Once-ler was surprised by what the other mentioned.
Once-ler: What? No!…I mean, I don't like the guy but I don't want your killer robot to come up and hurt him, you understand right? -Looking at him suspiciously- Warden: Ok, ok…understood comrade, won't tell you to hurt your personal annoyance-trying to sound convincing and relaxed- Once-ler: I hope so, you know… we were friends before but…
Warden: But what? -paying attention and willing to listen to the story- Once-ler: But that ended when… when I started cutting down the trees, I promised I wouldn't… but they're just trees, no one really cares… Warden: Ugh, well… it certainly is… you broke your promise, nah, I'm not surprised to hear someone who broke a promise… least of all you, you're not here by anything good -smiling-
Once-ler looked at him a little annoyed and with a clear “this is not the time”.
Warden: Uh, yeah… sure, sorry-smiling nervously now-ah! I guess that made them move away, right? Once-ler: Yeah, I think he's the only one who cares about the trees… well, that's supposed to be his job and what he was born to do as far as I know… the guy came out of a log to claim and He tells me things like “I am The Lorax, guardian of the forest and I speak for the trees.” It was really something strange… Warden: Oh, I'm also a guardian of something… we have a lot in common! We could be friends-smiling- Once-ler: No offense… but I don't think he likes you, he's not a fan of violence and he's not exactly a guy who likes blood, which by the way you have a little bit on your right cheek. I take out a cigarette his and light it.
Warden wiped the blood with a handkerchief he pulled from his sleeve and looked at her with a serious, thoughtful face.
Warden: Hehe…yes, it's a problem around here, not many people like me anyway-sounding a little serious-I think I have more enemies than friends, haha! but that doesn't matter…maybe they're the ones with the problem … Once-ler:Sometimes it is, but sometimes it isn't…it doesn't matter, I don't think I have that many friends anyway, some of them are only with me to get news or something they can say about me…I don't care anyway, I'm getting what I want…although it's a little annoying that people are after you all the time, just to find out if you did something wrong or something right to spread it, pff-taking a drag on his cigarette-disturbing… Warden: Mmm…yeah, I guess…there aren't exactly people behind me all the time, but I understand that it must be a bother, aha! Although Jared is like having a complaining ball behind you all day, but I learned to ignore that-he's always done that- Once-ler: Mmm…yes, I think so, do you want? -offering him a cigarette- Warden: Oh, no thanks… I'm not a good smoker , you just have to from time to time… you know, a little stress around here and you have to release it-smile- Once-ler:Ok, okay…I understand that, sometimes I just do this in my office and watch my money grow…I wonder how things are going?-thinking and surprisingly not very worried,just thinking about how much he will have to do - Warden: No…I don't know, I guess fine…-a little nervous and playing with his fingers on the bar-
Once-ler: The Lorax must be singing with joy to see that I'm gone, pff, I've never seen him sing… that must be something historic haha-funny giggle-he's never in a good mood to do it anyway… Warden: The guy sounds like someone fun although a bit grumpy-thinking and putting one of his hands on his chin- Once-ler: Uff, it is…although it can be someone to talk to if you need it…hehe-remembering those times and leaning a little at the bar-
Warden looked at him and simply smiled, the boy seemed very nostalgic now, somehow he was drawn to want to know him even more.
Warden: Yes, it sounds interesting…
They continued talking and drinking, until Warden simply fell asleep at the bar, that's when the Once-ler understood that it was time to leave.
Once-ler: Dude, what are you doing? Damn-adjusting his suit-are you asleep?
See how some Z's came out from around he, moving away from him.
Once-ler: Pff, you're quite a character…come on!-moving it-I don't want to burden you!… Warden: Mmm…not-sleeping-
Once-ler stood up, a little unbalanced but able to stand his ground afterwards.
Once-ler: Then, I'll leave you~-pretending to leave- Warden: No!…I can't stand up, I'm a little…bad Once-ler: Stop, don't be exaggerated… -looking at him and crossing his arms-
Warden tried to stand up, it seemed fine, he was able to do so and hold his ground.
Once-ler: See? Are you okay…we just have to go-smiling- Warden: I think so-taking a step and falling, without trying to stay- Once-ler: Oops, you were right then… well, I have to take you then…
grabbing the other's arms and dragged him, I couldn't carry him now due to the lack of balance due to the alcohol, but at least something. Warden was light in Superjail so there was nothing to worry about, besides the guy was asleep, He will not complain to for that.
Once-ler: Well, where is your room now? -looking everywhere- Warden: Mmm…I-I'll take care of it-taking out his cane and calling Jailbot-Jai-jailbot come look for dad in the hallway, you know-releasing his cane and sleeping again- Once-ler: What? Could you do that all the time?…agg, since…-releasing the other and waiting for the robot to arrive- Warden: Shhh~shut up, I'm sleeping… -curled up and smiling on the floor-
Jailbot arrived and picked up the warden, he knew what he had to do, smiling with a happy pixel face at the young man.
Once-ler: I guess you'll take care of him, well… bye-smiling and saying goodbye- Warden: - half asleep - Goodbye!
The robot left along with the older man. Once-ler left, somewhat amused by everything that had just happened.
Once-ler: This will be… strangely fun…