A little snippet of a KarmaTale scene
Dull, dreary. That was the life we've known for a while now. Not for a moment would I have thought we'd be here; together, unseparated with no more experiments to be done on us. No poking, no prodding. Just us.
But I never knew the choices I made would lead us here, in a castle with other monsters like us. Broken, abandoned, left for dead.
Its comforting--knowing we're not the only ones to be forced into a world of cruelty and hatred. Nightmare took us in, but for what? We were pathetic; afraid. How could a being of negative emotions possibly feel any sympathy for us? It seems as if he's just taking in strays, only to make them do his bidding. Not to say that I'm not grateful for having a place to stay, I just don't want us to end up where we started. As experiments who's only purpose is to destroy what we should be protecting.
Serif squirmed in her place beside me, rolling over and nuzzling her face closer to mine. Her touch was colder, I thought. It didn't have the same warmth it did in the lab. Then again, after getting picked up off the streets and thrown into hell, nothing feels the same anymore.
I began stroking my sisters' cheek. She always crawled into my bed when it was cold. The warmth of a blanket never satisfied her, and she found it better to seek the comfort of others when she could. Serif always did that in the lab, too. But it was just us then; us being torn apart, mutilated and tortured until we showed 'positive results.' As far as I know, we're the only tests that survived it (given I blew the entire building up. Doubt anyone lived after that).
Serif was always chosen to be tested first. I hated that. I still do. I did everything I could have done to keep her safe, but in the end it always seemed to fail. She'd get shoved into a separate room and I had to sit with the sound of her screams echoing through the halls. Stars knows what they did to her in there. It was probably whatever they did to me, but being on the other end of it always felt worse.
"You can stop thinking now," Serif mumbled, lifting her up slightly to look at me. I glanced at her. "You stay up thinking too much. Sleep," She said and shoved the pillow over my face, then laid on top of me. I sighed, pulling the pillow down. "Well I can't sleep with a body on me." Serif's eyelights flicked around the room once or twice before she reclaimed her spot beside me.
"Beanbags are just boneless sofas."
"If I'm annoying you'll go to sleep."
"A group of squid should be called a squad."
"We're lucky blinking doesn't make any noise"
"Please stop hanging out with Cross."
"We pass the anniversary of our death every year without knowing it."
"I'll go to sleep, please just stop."
"You never stand backwards on a staircase."
I gave a bewildered sigh while Serif giggled triumphantly, snuggling ever closer. It was nice seeing her like this; able to express whatever emotions she felt without any fear of us being ripped away from one another like we used to be.
No more tests. No more needles. No more Gaster.
