#n.16

Whumptober 2020 - No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY - ALT. PROMPT #12 - WATER  Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage 

Fandom: star wars - the Clone Wars

moodboard by @painkiller80​

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your friends are dead...

No

your brothers hate you...

Shut up

you are nothing...

Please stop

you better kill yourself...

That’s probably right, I should...no wait, what? 

That’s no me who’s talking. What’s happening? Why can't I feel my body? Why am I here? I don’t recognize this place. I can’t even hear my voice.

you’re mine Commander and you’ll always be…

Who are you? Where are we? Why can't I see you? Why can't I see myself?

It was dark all around him, his mind was hurting so bad that he wanted to scream, that he wanted to cry. He didn’t know where he was, he was afraid. What if he was all alone now, what had he done this time?

Am I hallucinating?

Maybe he was just a dream, maybe...just maybe this time was just his mind playing tricks on him. It could be, too much work could do that, even if his own medic told him that, but he just...ignored him.

it’s all real…

No! You’re not real

yes, I am...

But it wasn’t even the first time that this happened to him and won’t be the last, for sure. When he felt like this, it was like everything in him shut down, his mind, his body, wasn’t his anymore...it was like he didn’t have any willpower anymore and it was getting worse each time. He was slowly dying inside and he didn't feel like himself anymore in a long time.

At first, he didn’t care much, it was nothing, - keep on working and do your duty, Fox- he often said to himself, but then it happened again when he was trying to sleep. That time he clearly felt himself get up and get dressed, then going somewhere but he didn’t know where or why. It was like another person was doing all that and him just an outside observer. After that, he woke up in his own bed three days later as if nothing had happened. 

kill Commander, kill for me…

No, why? Who?

oh, you will…

I will what? Let me go...who are you?

With that, the voices abruptly stopped and he felt like a puppet with no strings attached, a limp body that now was lying on a cold floor, his mind still reeling even if he was still asleep. 

Whatever happened to him left him shaking and terrified, afraid of being tortured again by an unknown force, afraid of not having enough strength to fight back.

That night he also dreamed, dreamed of dead bodies, of broken trust and loneliness, and he cried.

Then, the following morning, when Thorn found him, he just woke him up without asking questions and Fox didn't remember anything.

Just another day on the job, reports to fill and senators to please, trying to avoid people's rightful hate as much as possible.

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Bed or gurney

Nyariewen

Summary:

Whumptober 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

In king Arthur's days Aziraphale is on infirmary duty when someone is carried in on a gurney.

Let's guess who...

Notes:

Whumptober 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Gurney | Flatline | “Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

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