#phrenoblation

It wasn’t like him to be this curious about another person. Well, this wasn’t exactly a person. Just a cognition. One he came to resent over time just knowing he existed. It was just a twisted version of Akechi that he could hardly stand to look at without getting angry. Yet here he was, inside Shido’s Palace alone without the rest of the team since he didn’t want them getting caught up in things.

The last place they explored was that large boiler room. But would he even be there? He knew he was probably walking into a trap, but Joker was a little more aware of it.

“I know I won’t be able to shake this off until I see him again. I want to know what makes this guy tick.”

She’s been forced to stand still for...Who knew how long....Time didn’t matter anyway. Yet she can’t stop herself from swaying a bit before pressing her back up against the wall. 

The lower portions of the ship made her sway back and forth too often, her hands reaching out in desperation to hold onto the wall. Other times she was forced onto her knees by many of the ship’s passenger when they went by her. It was something she had come to accept.... 

Footsteps make her snap out of whatever trance she was in. She wasn’t allowed to have thoughts after all.

Pushing up against the wall she righted herself, her arms slacked at her sides and eyes staring straight on ahead.

The bucket and mop in her hands were gripped hard as she inspected the dock for any stray messes. She had been at it for...Hours? Some of the stronger beings that roamed about pushing her or dropping something to ruin her cleaning.

It was obvious she was the lowest...

Designated of course, there was no way possible she would ever be redeemed any higher than doll. She stopped however upon hear...A whimper? Crying?

....Child?

The items in her hands dropped and following the sounds she came upon....

Child?

No, not her child. No no no.

The woman ran, falling on her knees and immediately placed a hand on the other’s shoulder. Having no voice would hinder the situation so instead she pressed a finger to her lips, silence. 

She’ll get him out.

“Not uncomfortable is good.” He replies with a gentle nod. “Listen, I need your help today. I need to run down to the store and I’m gonna need an extra set of hands to help me carry some things. Are you free to do that?”