TeAr InTo YoUr EnVy

Rudo sat in the white sterile room, red eyes unblinking as he stared at the back wall. He would still seem them,their souls. Allll the way in the monitoring room; 3 reinforced, titanium doors down. Rudo wondered if they knew he could see them, feel his cold, outer worldly eyes staring into the very makeup of their existences. Too bad nobody ever spoke to him unless he was doing something bad or uncomfortable.

Unless it was regto.

Regto was a guard posted on the rotation for his cell, well.. actually the entire block was his cell. Despite almost never being allowed out, they didn't trust him near the other beings locked down in this hell hole, even behind a reinforced door. Regto was.... Nice. He talked with rudo, told him things about the world as much as he was allowed to. Taught him basic math and reading. Even brought him candy.

Man...rudo loved candy. Sugar in general actually. The thought made his mouth water and his many stomachs growl as a black, viscous liquid looking at the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the white floor, burning a hole through it. God, pft wait he is god .. or one .. of them- well whatever god was above him, he was hungry.

Rudo ran his tounge across his many, many teeth. He knew he'd already been given breakfast for the day, and would not receive lunch for another 3 hours, the people running this shit show had him on a tight feeding schedule, which was very annoying.

Being hungry for 15 year old growing outer world horror was very annoying.

He thought about regto. If he could get the man to come in here he might get himself a snack- in either sugar or flesh- no. He would prefer sugar. Not because he got more full from sugar but because it tasted better ..and he didn't want to lose the only person decent to him. That would be..lonely. He was lonely enough.

Rudo turned to the white wall beside him and leaned his head back.

Thud.

Thud.

He smacked his head on the wall, ghostly pale skin splitting open to drip black blood from the wound. The speaker crackled to life.

"Subject R-8-n-0, please stop harming yourself."

Rudo didn't stop. He'd already decided. If they send in regto, he'd take sugar. If they send in anyone else, he'd get an early lunch. Regto had tried to teach rudo about not eating humans but it had fallen on confused and deaf ears, at least he was locked away,so he couldn't do it regularly.

"Subject R-8-n-0,this is your last warning before we send in a guard."

Rudo only stopped when he heard the door hiss open, turning slightly. Regto, In his bullet proof vest, night vision visor up, smiled at the young God to be. Rudo tried to suppress a small snort, the bullet proof vest was a cheap show. All rudo had to do was be anything but a bullet to get around it.

However, this was regto so why would he? Rudo walked over to the man, head still bleeding, he opened his mouth to ask for candy when regto lifted him and sat him on the bed, using his uniform sleeve to wipe up the blood dripping down from his crown.

Rudo let him. It was warm. It was nice.he leaned into it, the black hole that made up his inhumane mouth curling slightly. Some weird and spacey purr escaping him. Regto just smiled. Behind it all he was just a child...but even moreso an infant in Eldritch years.

"what's got you all riled up in here kid?"

Rudo blinked,he'd almost forgotten why he did all this,then his multiple stomachs reminded him.

"'m hungry. Give me candy"

Regto paused...and laughed so hard infact he nearly coughed up his lung. Getting the top brass of this place all pale faced and counting down to doomsday again just for a little treat? It was terrifyingly funny.

"phew.... you're a riot kid."

Regto sighed and looked up at rudo who was confused and slightly embarrassed at being laughed at. The teen let out a tch, turning his face away.

"just...give me some old man!"

Regto scoffed he wasn't all that old. Still, he sighed. Regto wasn't a god expert but he knew that a growing celestial being should need to eat alot. Hell, even regular human boys do. Only 3 meals a day and so far apart seems like it would be torture. He thought they wanted a god, how can Rudo become a useful god when he's starved half to death?

Regto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chocolate bar, much to rudos excitement. Said excitement drains the moment regto only gives him half.

"why cant I have it all? I just told you I was hungry."

Regto hands the half to rudo, grabbing his black tinted fingets with a very serious look.

"if I give it all to you now,I won't be allowed to give you more after dinner. You know how they are. The fact I'm even allowed to give you any sugar at all is..."

Regto trailed off. Which caused rudo to frown even deeper. Every time regto would always stop. Always not tell him something.

"is what? What are you trying to say?"

Regto shook his head. There where rules here and if he opened his big mouth too wide, hed never see rudo again, mostly because he'd be dead.

"it's nothing kid."

"it is something. Why do you always do that? Why cant you just tell me what I want to know?"

"just eat your chocolate kid. Also are you a fledgling god? Should you already know everything?"

"..."

Rudo wanted to say more, but at remembering his chocolate he dropped the covo for now. Rudo lifted the chocolate to his mouth, stretching it open as humanly-and inhumanly- as possible. He dropped the chocolate in and snapped his jaws shut. Regto watched his jaw do some type of movement, a mixture between a bite and side to side grind before he swallowed.

"don't do that, it's rude."

"a guy can't chew his food? You said that was good for me."

"no I mean showing off your maw. No need to flash people."

"it's my mouth not my asshole or something. Not like staring into it will make you go insane"

Regto looked serious as rudo rolled his eyes.

"you don't know that."

Rudo paused,then turned away to pout. Because regto was right. He didn't know that. He didn't know a damn thing about his powers, or about being a god or a human or anything.

"just go away."

"awww is the lil monster mad at me? Don't tell me you're gonna cry or something-"

Rudo turned away more but regto saw something that looked like a tear drop for rudos eyes. Why was he so upset? Did he want the chocolate that bad?

"hey.. hey.. what's up kid?"

"shut up before I bite your face off."

"woah, sounds like someone is ready for a nap."

"tch..im not a baby..."

Regto stifled a laugh. He knew rudo wasn't going to talk about it,but the fact he wasn't blowing out the lights and summoning servants from the outer rings of existence meant he wasn't all that upset as he thought. And that he'd grown out of tantrums, some what.

"I'd like to use one of my allotted bathroom breaks now"

Rudo looked regto in the eyes,and the older man stood up taking his hand. Rudo didn't like hand holding per se,but it was better than the chains and restraints he'd be in with other guards.

They walk out of rudos prison room together, rudo staring down a few of the other workers. He kinda liked seeing them squirming under his gaze. Payback for living in a box. He counts the rooms... 1... 4... 5... 7..

Rudo enters the bathroom alone. Splashing cold water on his face. This was the only place without cameras, thank god. He'd often take this time to cry .. or rant or whatever he felt like. But today he felt... Tired. Like the everything of doing nothing was weighing him down. Maybe regto was right... He needed a nap.

Rudo shook his head and walked out. Taking regtos hand instinctively. They walk back slowly...slowly...rudo counts the rooms. 1... 4... 5... 7... 8? 8? That meant they went one more room down. Past his cell.

"regto? We passed my room.."

Regto just held his hand tighter. Before picking up rudo and throwing him over his shoulder before running.

"regto?! What's going on?! Why are we-"

As they pass the first titanium door, the alarm blairs, but before rudo can say another word-

Boom!

And explosion goes off begin then,rudo watching as the hallway that was once his home is now rubble.

"listen rudo,I'm gonna get you out of here! Give you a real life! They want a god but you're just a boy!"

"regto i don't understand why can't you explain it to me?!"

Rudo was getting frustrated. He hated not knowing things by nature,but this was even more than that. Everything he knew was being turned upside down, and he didn't understand any of it!

Rudo pounded on his back and regto continued to run, alarms loud and explosives going off everywhere.

"listen rudo I'm going to take you some place better than this- you can forget all about your nature, just be a kid!"

As they exit the facility, they are met with the very edge of the sphere. All that's left is the darkness below. Rudo is set down for a second as regto rummages though his pockets. But rudo pays him no mind. Instead he stares. At the outside. He's never seen any of this before.

"regto what's that yellow thing?"

"the sun rudo,don't stare it's bad for your eyes."

"what's this green stuff?"

"grass, rudo...its...its ok rudo...from now on you'll be allowed to see all this."

Rudos red eyes looked up at him with young wonder. Really? He could...see all this..?

Regto pulled out a brown book or tried to before a large knife went through his chest.

Rudo didn't know what to say. What to do. He'd seen many dead humans before. but they weren't regto. Never supposed to be regto.

"r...rudo!"

Rudo snapped back,red eyes becoming focused again. He felt something hit his chest .. gloves? But why?

"rudo run! Take those gloves ... And change this shitty world! But even more than that... Use them to decide for yourself what you are! God, human, both or neither, let nobody tell you what you are anymore!"

The knife pulled from regto's chest with a wet slorp. The man coughing up blood as his eyes glazed over, feverish body giving out. The individual who killed his savior, masked and cloaked stepped foward. Rudo stepped back.

He looked at the dark abyss below then at the man who might kill him too,if possible.

"one day...ill kill you!"

Rudo kicked off. And jumped. Down into the abyss.

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Hiiiz! Not sure if this will be a one shot or not, but I fear I really enjoyed this idea.

Maybe I'll do some head cannons for it.

Anyways as always leave any criticism and ideas in the comments!

See you next time and untill then...

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Sum: Dear Santa and Centralian have been partners since... Forever and will be forevermore... Or at least he thought so. What happens when Centralian isn't growing up as fast as dear is? Isn't adapting to his changing body as easy as he hoped? Is Centralian still his loyal vital instrument... Or is it just getting in his way?

<- Chapter 1

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Breakfast went on as usual, guita talking everyone's ears off, dear grunting and grumbling through conversation, a few words he could pronounce here and there.

After, Dear was getting ready to head to canvas town, a quick solo mission to get a few supplies, requested by you, of course. Turns out painting a nursery uses more paint than you and Bro initially thought.

As you fuss over dear, adjusting his oxygen bag, and checking his small emergncy kit, dear's mind was elsewhere. His fingers rubbed at Centralian's silicone nipple again. He supposed it was about time for him to put it back in his mouth, after all, one never knows the dangers lurking on you're own.

A year ago he would have been pushing you away making an "I've got this geeze" face at you,but now? He kinda wished you where coming too. Maybe then he wouldn't have to be in pain with Centralian. But alas, you where far too heavily pregnant to make the trip, and bro and guita had a mission of their own.

As dear popped Centralian in his mouth he winced slightly at the pressure on his back teeth. Man has that been a really pain lately. Growing pains. Pride pains. You look at him, catching the small sound, a mother's ears never miss.

"are you alright D'? Maybe you shouldn't go-maybe next week when Bro has time-!"

Dear shook his head harshly. He's a big boy he can do it. Besides, what baby will wanna live in a half painted nursery? Not his little sibling.

"Ive...got-got...thi-th"

He spoke, having popped Centralian out of his mouth, with conviction and all the ego of a budding young man. You can't help but smile.

"ok dear. I trust you....and it's .." this" not thith."

You modeled for him, showing him the tounge placement. Dear huffs and tries to mimic it-was his pallet always that small-? You have no time to investigate as dear turns and leaves out the door, sensing your mother hen-ning coming.

"I packed you some water and your favorite sandwich! Buy yourself ice cream with the left over money!"

You call out,only getting a grunt in return.but a soft one, like the idea of a sugary treat after the long mission sounded much pleasant.

The road to canvas town was rather smooth. Dear knocking a few would be kidnappers into some walls, one of them actually had candy, who would have thought? 

Anyways, Dear walked through the barrier of the familiar paint splattered town, licking at a giant lollipop, Centralian back in his case. He looked around, searching for-

"Dear!" 

Just then a familiar orange haired teen jumped at him, nearly colliding heads with the freckled faced boy. Dear grunted, In both slight annoyance and fear for his stolen- won - treat. 

"Watch... It... Carrot top-top." 

Remlin stepped back, the insult still hitting even if it was shuddered out. They clutched their chest dramatically... 

"Even without Centralian.. you still drain me..! Speaking of which where is the lil dummy?" 

Dear pulled out the pacifier with an eye roll because duh. Where else would his partner be? In his mouth where he belonged. Why did everyone keep asking about him? Why did they care so much? Because he didn't care. Did they think he was that irresponsible with his forever partner? He was. 

"D.... 

Dear... 

Dear!"  Dear jumped, startled by the sudden shout. He huffed as he looked over at remlin.  "I've been calling your name for a while, are you... Ok?"  Dear nodded vigorously, why wouldn't he be? Such a stupid question. He was fine, all blue skys and pastel rainbows or whatever.  "O... Kay. Anyways what are you here for?  Dear pulled out a sheet of paper, unfolding it and showing it to remlin.  "Do you... Kn-know where....thi-th i-th?"(This is?) Dears words died down slightly as he began to mispronounce some of the words . It was stupid, why was it always those words with the stupid 's'? Remlin though, paid it no mind. Putting a hand underneath their chin. "Hmmm... That's....a very specific paint from a baby line. I know just the place to get it, come on!" Remlin grabbed dear's sleeve, pulling the smaller boy down the road with them. -----------++++++++----------- Heyyyoo! tried to get the second chapter done as fast as I could! Do you guys think where I leave off is odd or is it better to read like this? Also how do y'all feel about the extreme color coding? If you guys want me to bring it back I can! Anyways no chapter tomorrow I've got work I'll try to make something for Monday!

Until then...

Eat your heart out!

Dear stood in the bathroom, leaning on the sink as he checked his face out in the mirror. His fingers pulling his lips out of the way to reveal a rather deep pacifier bite. He's never really noticed it before or gave it much thought until Remlin pointed it out the other day...

'is it painful to eat like that?'

Dear shrugged, having taken another bite of the sandwich you'd packed him that morning. Now? In front of the mirror? Yeah. It kinda had. It was like .. making a chewing an exercise to see which side of his mouth would get tired first. But it was something he'd have to deal with for Centralian.

If you had asked dear 4 years ago, when he was 10..no even 2 years ago, if he knew the consequences of sucking on a pacifier 24/7, he'd have said no, which is true even now ,but moreso he wouldn't have cared.

Those where problems for future him, the odd stares, the horrible teeth placement, the affects on his looks.

But today was future him, and they all were his problem.

Dear picked up the hair brush, pulling his hair into the half up and down style he'd taken on all these years later. He just had too much for those multi pig tails. And they weren't cool anymore either. As he tied the hair tie into place he yawned, catching a glimpse of the over bite in action. He paused.

Its...not like he thought he was ugly or anything. You and bro had spent years calling him "handsome little man" and building up his confidence, he was a rather self assured kid anyway.

It's not like the stares he got with a pacifier hanging from his mouth at 14 mattered anyway. Or when the new younger members of team child made "goo goo ga ga" sounds at him.

No. He didn't care what other people thought. Right?

Right.

"Dear! Breakfast is ready!"

Your voice could be heard from down the hall, dear setting the brush down and picking up Centralian from his small case on the counter. It was a present from enjin on his 12th birthday, "a good place to keep your buddy safe when he's not in use". Dear had scoffed at the time. Centralian? Not in use? Ridiculous. Centralian had a case. His mouth. Duh. But now in the future? Dear had to hand it to enjin, for all his loudmouth, stupid drool, he was surprisingly good at picking out gifts with future uses.

Dear ran his finger over the silicone nipple of the pacifier. Eh,he was about to eat anyway, might as well not put it in yet. A relief on his mouth and dignity. He put Centralian back in his case and pocketed it in his overalls, heading out for breakfast.

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As dear turned the Corner he was met with a familiar sight. Bro, his adoptive father, was setting the table, as you,now 8 months pregnant, belly round with his future younger brother or sister, was cooking breakfast, guita, now 18 was helping you, the top of her onesie tied at her waist as she flipped pancakes. Dear grunted to make his presence known, bro turning to him first.

"good morning dear! Wow I expected you to still be in bed by now!"

The older man ruffled his hair causing dear to grumble at the affection and comment, but didn't make any move to push him away. If anything he leaned into to it.

Hearing your husband messing with dear,you turn around, smiling at the dual haired boy.

"good morning D'. Look at you,hair all done up by yourself!"

Dear grumbled again walking over and leaving over your shoulder,to which you take the opportunity to kiss his forehead.

"my handsome boy"

He suppresses a smile that feels ... Oddly more good for him to hear today.

"g...ood...morning"

Dear speaks,low and unconfident. He's been working on his speech, with you and Eishia. Before, communication with grunts and pointing was enough, and he only cared that his immediate family understood him-you, bro and guita(+ future baby ofc)- however, the big boss corvis didn't think so, so now he's doing make shift speech therapy....

Still, you smile at his attempt, proud of your boy for how far he's come.

"good morning to you too dear,good job!"

Guita turns, bouncing slightly nearly dropping the pancake.

"hey dear! Oh oh, where's Centralian?"

Dear pauses, right...hes almost always wearing it. He pats the pocket of his overalls. It's not a super big deal..he was just...keeping him clean! But something inside of him feels ..bad. like he's offending Centralian or... Something.

His stomach growls.

Obviously that feeling was just hunger.

He loves Centralian.

He loves Centralian?

Right.

Right?

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Thanks for reading (hopefully) chapter 1! I really wanted some more dear Santa content, and I really haven't see anybody spectate on teen dear Santa or how Centralian could affect him later years!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to leave me ideas in the comments, and critiques!

Untill then,

Eat your heart out!