#perfect-harmony

@perfect-harmony

“Satya...” Rat echoed, vibrant eyes seeming far off for a moment as if the man was thumbing through some outdated, busted up memory bank; it didn’t seem to ring a bell. 

The creature in the other’s arms made a high-pitched noise that cut through the Jamison’s thoughts. It had an odd feeling flickering to light inside of the blonde. He wanted to... protect the creature, but also just... shake it around because it was so cute. Was that normal? Who knew.

Mercy must have mentioned it after he asked for pills.

  “Oh uh, sure, be m’guest. Dunno if it’s anythin’ t’do with my arm, just this. Phantom pains, sometimes.”

He moves his left arm stump a little and gives her a half smile and motions her into his room.

Satya did not like to be late. She glanced at her watch. Yes, she was right on time. She pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. She smiled at the woman who was struggling with the toddler.

“Yes, hello. You must be Miss Oxton and I that boy is Winston.”

At the sight of someone new, Winston paused in his peanut butter smearing to stare at her and grin.

“Hi!” He greeted excitedly. Lena smiled.

*A gaint explosion had erupted from the abandoned village of Eichenwalde, disturbing the peace and scattering the local birds. A man out of his time was shot from the 1700s to the year 2081. A flash of bright blue lightning struck the ground and left the man there, the man known as Dr. Junkenstein.*

*Junkenstein woke from his daze. The last thing he remebered was fighting his way into a castle. The same castle that belonged to the king that ridiculed his ideas and made him into the village fool. He remebered the carnage that his greatest creation caused, the death and destruction finally quenched his lust for revenge. He also remebered selling his soul to the witch that gave him the power to sack revenge… and a strange headless man with shotguns; he never really understood why he was there, but he didn’t have the time to question the Witch’s motives. After a few solid minutes of recalling the past, he looked around to see where he was.*

*He was still at the entrance of the castle, or atleast somewhere that looked a lot like it anyways. He pulled himself to his feet, and pegleg, and walked around a little bit. The inside wasn’t as luxurious as his castle, in fact it was much smaller. There was no grand hall to speak of; only a few balconies, a couple of aged chandliers, and a decrepit set of bulky armour in a small looking thrown.* “What a dump.” *He thought to himself* “How in the bloody hell did I get here anyways?” *Junkenstein walked out of the castle and down the street. He walked into the small village attached to the castle and inspected the posters attached to the wall.* “What barbaric language is this, how am I supoosed to read that?” *He said aloud to himself, relaxed enough to speak to himself. His weariness came back however, when a loud roaring sound came from further down the road.*

❝ I don’t deserve you. You know that, don’t you? ❞