The pain is unbearable. He can feel every little twitch, feel the worm wrapped around and through and into his spine, and with every move he takes he can feel the thing squirm.
Parts of him feel... wrong. Different. It's like he's going through puberty or something, parts stretching and elongating, and his head feels fucked up, god his head feels fucked up. It's like someone took a hammer to his skull and is building something from the fragments.
please no please god
He stumbles forward, moving past the mutants (why aren't they attacking me what the fuck what's going on what's happening to me) until he feels a sharp, excruciating pang in his skull. He stumbles, screams, falls to his hands and knees and tries not to concentrate on the slow trickle of blood from his forehead.
get out get out get away get away
i dont want to
i cantIn a futile attempt, he breaks out the tables. His hands reach for the timetraveling implements and miss through the haze of pain, and he wonders with what little thought he can muster if he
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Yes, that is so ironic, I am blown away with respect and giving you all the irony points right now, Sollux replies dryly, then winces. The machines slicing at him still are tugging a little hard to get through his fleshy bits, even if he's on painkillers and can't feel it.
And then he realizes with their minds connected, Dave probably heard that entire train of thought.
Yeah okay so the worm isn't working on your brain anymore. Better to just shove past that awkward topic. I slowed the progress of the mutation a bit but you need to hurry, it won't last very long. Besides, you're not the only one who needs bailing out right now.
Now don't worry, I'll guide you. No one will attack you, you're a servant creature now as far as they're concerned. See that corner up ahead? Turn left there. I'll keep you safe.
And Dave can feel every inch of the sincerity and possessiveness and concern and anger Sollux has for his state right now. They fucked with his moirail. His moirail.
Damn fucking straight, he manages to respond with a bit of that old snark, and then whatever's happening to his head overrides that and it's back to a wincing, reluctant sincerity for now-
-until he hears every bit of what's just gone through his bro's head.
what the fuck what the fuck
To hell with irony. He listens to the rest of Sollux's directions, nodding as he instinctively follows the voice's commands, and he only hesitates for a moment when he realizes he's not fully acting on his own. But then he feels everything coming from his bro, unaware that highly similar things are starting to radiate off him, and he pushes that sketch aside.
Sollux will live. He'll live. They're going to make it out of here.
Technically speaking you're already here. I don't know. Things are kind of fuzzy when my head is all connected like this, Sollux replies idly. It helps to talk and not have to think with his enhanced brain. It's too easy for his brain to outpace itself concentrating on other things and beginning to panic as it fully realizes the buzzing and the blood and-
He shoves that out of his mind. Dave. Talk to Dave. It'll be a good distraction for both of them.
Of course we're going to get out of here, asshole. And then we'll kick her ass good for doing this to you.
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The pain is unbearable. He can feel every little twitch, feel the worm wrapped around and through and into his spine, and with every move he takes he can feel the thing squirm.
Parts of him feel... wrong. Different. It's like he's going through puberty or something, parts stretching and elongating, and his head feels fucked up, god his head feels fucked up. It's like someone took a hammer to his skull and is building something from the fragments.
please no please god
He stumbles forward, moving past the mutants (why aren't they attacking me what the fuck what's going on what's happening to me) until he feels a sharp, excruciating pang in his skull. He stumbles, screams, falls to his hands and knees and tries not to concentrate on the slow trickle of blood from his forehead.
get out get out get away get away
i dont want to
i cantIn a futile attempt, he breaks out the tables. His hands reach for the timetraveling implements and miss through the haze of pain, and he wonders with what little thought he can muster if he ( ... )
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And then he realizes with their minds connected, Dave probably heard that entire train of thought.
Yeah okay so the worm isn't working on your brain anymore. Better to just shove past that awkward topic. I slowed the progress of the mutation a bit but you need to hurry, it won't last very long. Besides, you're not the only one who needs bailing out right now.
Now don't worry, I'll guide you. No one will attack you, you're a servant creature now as far as they're concerned. See that corner up ahead? Turn left there. I'll keep you safe.
And Dave can feel every inch of the sincerity and possessiveness and concern and anger Sollux has for his state right now. They fucked with his moirail. His moirail.
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-until he hears every bit of what's just gone through his bro's head.
what the fuck
what the fuck
To hell with irony. He listens to the rest of Sollux's directions, nodding as he instinctively follows the voice's commands, and he only hesitates for a moment when he realizes he's not fully acting on his own. But then he feels everything coming from his bro, unaware that highly similar things are starting to radiate off him, and he pushes that sketch aside.
Sollux will live. He'll live. They're going to make it out of here.
Be right there.
Bad day to try and fuck with his moirail, SHODAN.
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He shoves that out of his mind. Dave. Talk to Dave. It'll be a good distraction for both of them.
Of course we're going to get out of here, asshole. And then we'll kick her ass good for doing this to you.
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