#alien incident

(*crossing my fingers that this gets through this time*)

Viran was certain that he was dying.

One minute, he was home, with the cool roof tiles beneath his feet and the wind in his hair. The next, his comfy pajamas were taken away and something was sprayed on him, before he was put into some weird gray clothes. They were heavy, and rubbed his skin all wrong.

But that was the problem he could handle. And he did handle it, the best way he knew how. By asking about it.

“Where am I?”

“What are you?”

“Why am I here?”

“Who are you?”

“How did you get me up here?”

“What’s down there?”

“Is there something you want?”

“What is that?”

“What are you doi-”

They put something on his neck. They put something in his neck. It was under his skin, and he wanted it out. He wanted to get it off of him right now, but he couldn’t tell them that. He could tell them anything.

They stopped him from saying anything at all.

When they took his voice, they took his way of coping. He asked questions when he was afraid. He asked, because he wanted to understand, so that he didn’t have to be afraid anymore. And now he couldn’t.

He couldn‘t.

He couldn’t.

He couldn’t.

He couldn’t-

It was too much. It was all too much. They were poking at him, and prodding him. They pulled out some of his hair, and his skin, and anything they could get their hands on.

They had so many hands…

It only got worse. When they had what they wanted, they started using things. There were needles, and lights, and slimy things- He hated all of it.

And some of them hurt so, so bad. Like his veins were on fire, or his joints had become ice, or his head was filled with a thousand radios set to different channels. And he couldn’t scream. He couldn’t make a sound.

His agony was silent.

He could feel himself falling apart. Into pieces. Shattered.

That’s what it felt like anyway. He knew he had always been unstable as a fusion, but he had never unfused. Not once. He didn’t know how, and so he didn’t worry about it. He just figured he couldn’t. But here, on this ship that was God knows where in the middle of space- He wasn’t sure anymore.

The idea that they might find a way to split him in half was horrifying.

Then, the worst thing happened. They dragged him from the room he had been in, and brought him to a tube. A large glass tank, with an opening. He panicked, struggling to get away from them as they forced him into it, sealing the door. He pounded on the glass with all of his arms, crying to be let out.

His arms were so sore from all the stabbing with needles, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop, not until they let him out. But they didn’t. They just pressed their buttons and went on with it.

A ray of light shot through the center of the tank, going right through him. His vision was filled with white, and his mind followed after. And then there was nothing. No thoughts in his head, no words caught in his mouth.

There was no Viran at all.

- @7abby-cat

RTS00057: Alien Incident: Meanwhile Elsewhere - Diseased Project

[No idea about the source, I’m sorry - if you know, let me know so I can fill this in!]