forum True Lab of His True Intention (O/O) (Rated M)

Started January 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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Werry shrugged. “I don’t think so. My monsters is a wonderful company.”

"Hm." Sage grunted. "And I wouldn't know. I have friends, colleagues, a sibling. Frankly, I'm never alone. So I don't have to find comfort in other things. I guess I have to now, though."

“My monsters are not things,” Werry growled deeply, his mood shifting like the tide of wind and his handsome eyes narrowing.
“They are friends. Beings. They live too.”

Sage didn't flinch from his growl. She looked into his narrowed eyes, and her gazed softened on him.
"Why do they mean so much to you?" She asked.

Werry glared at her for a few moments more before looking away. “They are my family and they treat me as such.”

"But what of your family on the surface? What of the life you could've made there? Don't tell me you gave that up for mere creations." Sage shook her head in disbelief. "I won't believe that you faked your death for their sake."

“I didn’t have a family,” Werry admitted softly. “My life was pathetic and stupid when I was alive. I hated it.”

"Why?" Sage pushed. "Why when people adored you? There were millions who commended the work you did….even when they lost loved ones. For you to hide down here like…. like a coward, it isn't fair to them."

“I am not a coward,” Werry growled lowly again, looking away. “I’m doing what’s best for my research and my monsters. Just because I was idolized doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

Sage gritted her teeth, fire coursing threw a she stood. "You selfish bastard." She growled at him. he leaned in closed, her breath tickling his cheek. "This isn't about you! This is about all the people who hoped in you! And failed them! You failed them and you won't even fess up to it!" She screamed at him viciously, her voice breaking with every word. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her hot cheeks.

Werry thrust her away from him, his eyes blazing with anger. “I know I failed them! I KNOW. YOU DON’T HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT I ALREADY KNOW!” He shook his head like a wounded animal. “I’m going to leave you to get yourself together.” His voice had suddenly dropped and sounded dead. He pushed past her and slammed out of the room.

Breathing heavily, Sage watched as he left, jumped as he slammed the door. She swallowed but her throat was dry. She sank on the bed and guilt settled on her even as she tried to fight it. Why had she said those things? Why had she yelled and screamed at him? Her cheeks were wet and blotchy as she sniffled and brought her knees to her chest.

She had been rude and unfair. He had done all he could for those who came to him, for all of mankind he had tried his best. "He tried for you, Homer…. And I yelled at him, and made him feel like a failure when he's not." She sobbed

(awwwww…)

A few hours passed as she listened to herself sob into the dry air of the room. Werry had not returned to his room, nor did she hear anything from outside the door. The lab was quiet and hummed softly.

Sage lay on her side, her cries had died down to a few sniffles. She felt like a child being sat in the corner, punished for her words, but she knew it was just her mind caging her in for her crimes once more. Slowly, she sat up and made her way to the door. Werry still hadn't returned, it had been hours.

Look what you did. He mind hissed, *You hurt him, like you hurt everyone." Her hands shook as she turned the knob. "I didn't mean to…" she whispered, pleading with the condemning voice in her head. One step and then another, Sage spoke into the darkness, her hands outstretched for some sort of guidance. "I'm sorry…so sorry… I didn't mean to."

Her hands reached nothing against the darkness. She kept walking forward and she soon slammed into the wall. The sound echoed softly through the halls, bouncing off of nothing and never returning to her ears.

Sage's injured hand hit the wall hard and she immediately clutched it to her chest, clenching her eyes shut and gritting her teeth to keep from screaming. She leaned back against the wall and fought the panic that rose within her. Why was it so dark? How could Werry see in such darkness? If only she had grabbed her phone…

Shakily, she continued, using the wall as a guide, keeping once hand on it as she moved forward, taking deep breaths.

Her breath echoed out and was swallowed again, making it sound like she was in an outrageously huge room, rather than a series of hallways. After what felt like forever, just wandering, she felt something bump into her knees with a loud squealing noise.

With a screech, Sage jumped back, stumbling away. What was that? She pressed herself against the wall, breathing heavily. With shaky hands, she inched forward, and touched it again.

She felt soft skin touch her hands again, but it screeched and bumbled off. It didn’t go far, she could tell that much.

It was skin… Sage snatched her hand away and stepped back. Her heart hammered in her chest. It was one of his monsters, she was sure of it, no human could sound like that. "H-hello?" She croaked.

It screeched loudly in response. She heard soft plaps as it fled from her, its screeches ringing through the hall. It sounded as freaked out as her.

Sage jumped once more, but hesitantly, she followed after it. Maybe, it would run to Werry. Maybe she could find him and apologize.

It whined as she followed it, plapping along faster. It was clear it didn’t want her following it. Soon, it arrived back at the kitchen, where a couple figures were crowded around the door of the kitchen.

Sage slowed to a stop, in the darkness she could make out the figures. A hand slowly rose to her trembling lips as her eyes widened. Her breath came in short trembling gasps as she fought not to scream.

Werry’s soft human form walked from the kitchen, his arms full of food. He handed them up to the lumps of skin and bone, where they crooned and nudged him happily as they took it. The smaller monster that she had frightened slammed into his legs wildly, squealing like a little pig. Werry looked down at it and hummed softly, offering it food, which it denied.