His first memory is of darkness, and
the peace he has there.Then suddenly his world blooms into
being, color and sound and objects just there, and the first
voice he hears is as vicious as the hands that wrap tightly around
his delicate neck, mocking laughter of many that settles over him,
heavy like the cold metal collar he’s fitted with. He looks around,
optics still adjusting to the world that is too-bright after his
slumbering darkness, lines and borders blurred, and all he can see is
a cage of flesh, warm bodies all around with voices too loud and
harsh, spitting tides of words with no meaning at him. His
newly-onlined systems struggle to sort through the overwhelming
amount of input, forced to run before they know how to walk, and
every noise that the voices make rings in his head, threatening to
break him apart from the inside out.He’s grabbed by one arm, fingers
squeezing his still-soft metal hard enough to leave indentions, and
dragged through the bodies, watching in bewilderment as they part—the
expressions fixed on him are ones he can’t decipher, all toothy
smiles and raised brows and bright eyes, moving mouths, but something
in his core knows even now that nothing in them, in this place, is to
be trusted.He’s afraid before his mind even knows
what fear is.
Holy shit!!!!!!!!!! Omg it begins. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkk
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