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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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He sits back in the antique chair, perching on the edge. "My training was pretty much just to tear apart people I was told to."
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He deserved a good swift kick as far as she was concerned, but that wasn't likely to be a possibility, which was something she could only be glad about for the sake of everyone in the house.
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They knew it wasn't like other people, but they weren't like other people, as Sir liked to remind them constantly. Ben hadn't needed the reminder, his reminder pushed and strained when he got anxious.
"We knew other people's families were different. Most people don't get bought by their father and raised by a robot and a chimpanzee with a better education than a lot of professors. But most people also don't see the dead, or have the ability to bend kinetic physics to their whim."
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She'd had a crash course in a few major comic players a few years back because the girl at the shop had been cute and Thelma had thought she had a chance.
"I mean, not that you had a say in it, obviously. Which kind of makes it all worse, really." She shook her head, flapping a hand in front of her face as if to wave that away, "Don't listen to me, I'm obviously not saying anything you don't already know."
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He gives her a slight smile. "It would've been nice if it sucked less, yeah. Maybe... maybe I would've survived my powers if we'd been loved, not simply raised."
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He wasn't like any of the other ghosts she'd dealt with before, and it made her curious, especially as it seemed they were still hanging around for similar reasons. Namely, looking out for a loved one in the oncoming apocalypse.
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"I don't think I'd want to see Klaus's dreams. I already know what's in them, I don't need to get up close and personal with them."
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Her brow did furrow a little at the press of his hand, head tilting, "'Them'? You have some kind of parasite?" She shook her head then, hand flapping in front of her face again, "That was rude, I'm sorry."
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He doesn't mean to, he's just so used to people knowing what his power is (how he died) and it's refreshing.
"In a sense. I'm... a gateway? I guess. They live in me, but only in the sense that they're in my mind and body, but you couldn't pick them up on a scan. Sir called Them eldritch things which exist elsewhere and access this reality through me."
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She'd picked up a few things, and that particular question had been one of her first, if only because that was why she'd been out and about after having died the first time, and wanted to make sure that the Nephilim weren't involved this time.
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Fascinating and disgusting. Like Ben had chosen to have his innards replaced with eldritch creatures from a different plane of existence. "I should go find Klaus. Make sure he's not- getting high."
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There was a brief hesitation before she asked: "Would you, um, like me to get the door?"
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"Thanks. For talking to me."
And he heads out through the door with a shimmer of blue energy, fading him as he passed through.