What If I Told You I Stopped Pressing Buttons - Tumblr Posts
AITA for deciding to stop pressing buttons?
My hands are still shaking, and I don’t know what to do. So I took to this human site. Whatever you say, I still don’t regret it. I think.
How to explain? I (17M) am a member of one of the most prestigious families in our society. I have a sister, B (15F), and a brother, A (25M). A couple of years ago, I got entangled in this whole conspiracy within our world by rescuing a girl from the human world - S (15F). S turned out to be a genetic experiment, which is a whole other thing, but the point is that I and my sister and my friends are part of the rebel group that created her (apparently to “better our world). We’re also fighting another rebel group that basically wants to burn everything to the ground (as well as humankind, they hate those people) as well as rebelling against our own government.
Point is, we were on a mission a while ago finding the cure to a plague that was being used as biological warfare. When we found out that the “cure” was just releasing the plague even more, it was revealed that my brother, A, was a member of the rebel group ours was against. According to him, our family had some sort of “legacy” that stained us. I still think he was jealous of me for succeeding more even though I’m younger than him. He called me the “golden child a lot.”
It completely broke my family for a while after that, and I’ll never forgive him.
We never planned on seeing him again unless we were to fight him, but while on another mission to a facility (that was a copy of another, both were used for human experimentation - basically torture) we found him. He’d been sedated by an incredibly intense drug used by the rebels, and he’d been cut up by an ogre blade (the ogres had rebelled against our government and unleashed the plague, and a small group were still rebelling when the king agreed to cut ties with the rebel group).
It turned out he’d lost his memory. S has incredibly powerful mental abilities, and even she couldn’t see anything in there. A had a trial, and it was concluded that he would stay in temporary captivity in our family home, since it appeared the rebel group had punished him for letting us escape on an earlier mission. It was a stupid idea, and I made my thoughts known very clearly, but they didn’t listen.
Guess what ended up happening?
That’s right. The rebels infiltrated our home - on a holiday celebrated in our world, no less! - and unlocked A’s memories. They then broadcast to the rest of our world a secret hidden in our home. It turns out one of our elders had allied with the troll queen to create experimental troll babies (trolls age in reverse, so troll babies are large and vicious. They wanted to make them even more so). There was an experimental troll hive hidden on our house’s grounds.
We fought, and eventually my sister and I cornered A in the hive. We trapped him in one of the hive’s cells, and it closed up on him, filling with some sort of gel. I’d been pressing buttons to close it in on him, but when it started filling up and I realized he would drown…what if I told you I stopped pressing buttons?
When the hive was investigated later, the cell he was trapped in was empty, but still. Am I the asshole?
EDIT: So, it turns out that A is still alive. S and her friend K (16M) found him. He was practically skin and bones, and he escaped before they could capture him. S told me that he looked like (and told her) that he was going to die, but I’m still mad that she didn’t tell me sooner.