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umbrellajackassery2019-04-12 11:38 am
dial6forhorror) wrote in umbrellajackassery2019-04-12 11:38 am
01: i spend too much time ghosting [ota]
In the name of avoiding everyone and everything until he had sorted out the chaos in his own head, Ben had gone into hiding.
He hadn't left or gone anywhere else, he could still feel that tether drawing him back here, but that was where it got messy. Ben had several truths in his world. Even death didn't stop the Horror. Being dead sucked. He knew where Klaus was.
He was sixteen when he died, just shy of seventeen. And ever since then, nearly half of his existence, he always knew where Klaus was. It was always just a thought and he was right near him, usually in the middle of whatever chaos Klaus had caused.
But there wasn't a Klaus.
He was sure he'd seen at least three by now. One of them was definitely not the Klaus he thought of as 'his', because he had a Ben with him, a living, smiling Ben. And he was fairly sure he'd seen another version of himself, silent and invisible and lurking in a corridor outside a door.
But he wasn't sure which one was his and it was overwhelming and frightening, in a way that the world hadn't been for him for a long time. Which was why he had decided to go to the place he hated most and he knew the others would mostly avoid.
He went to Sir's office and sat down in a corner on an antique chair that they never would have been allowed to touch. He sat and rubbed his stomach where the Horror roiled, unsettled by his own discomfort.
He hadn't left or gone anywhere else, he could still feel that tether drawing him back here, but that was where it got messy. Ben had several truths in his world. Even death didn't stop the Horror. Being dead sucked. He knew where Klaus was.
He was sixteen when he died, just shy of seventeen. And ever since then, nearly half of his existence, he always knew where Klaus was. It was always just a thought and he was right near him, usually in the middle of whatever chaos Klaus had caused.
But there wasn't a Klaus.
He was sure he'd seen at least three by now. One of them was definitely not the Klaus he thought of as 'his', because he had a Ben with him, a living, smiling Ben. And he was fairly sure he'd seen another version of himself, silent and invisible and lurking in a corridor outside a door.
But he wasn't sure which one was his and it was overwhelming and frightening, in a way that the world hadn't been for him for a long time. Which was why he had decided to go to the place he hated most and he knew the others would mostly avoid.
He went to Sir's office and sat down in a corner on an antique chair that they never would have been allowed to touch. He sat and rubbed his stomach where the Horror roiled, unsettled by his own discomfort.
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Because he is. It's weird, and kind of crazy, and no one should have to deal with it, but a bunch of them in this place do anyway.
"Not going so far to say he loves me, but he didn't let me go to prison," he points out. "So that says a lot."
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Another Horror.
"That's love of a kind. Love isn't always gentle or kind." Love was punching Klaus in the mouth to stop him getting high.
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"Yeah well this wasn't any of the above. I still live with it. I just didn't end up a pretty kid in prison," he says, shrugging, looking away.
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"Meaning to kill them doesn't make it easier," Ben promises.
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"But at least no one else took the rap and went to prison for what you did," he points out softly, shrugging as he looks away, patting his pocket until he finds his cigarettes. "Let me guess, can't smoke in here, huh?"
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The cigarettes draw a snort from Ben. "Klaus does, mostly to spite Sir's rules of no smoking. I don't think anyone will care, except maybe Luther and I haven't seen him about."
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Ben's fading again, visibly, audibly, like he just doesn't want to do this. Or maybe, that he's lost the drive to interact for now.
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He vanishes, fleeing back to the ether and then back to Klaus to calm himself down.