[ he could just leave it there. it's the truth? but part of him wants to keep spilling. maybe it's boredom, maybe it's loneliness. maybe it's maybelline. ]
okay maybe not just that. long story long:
the kid's arm thing was the first time i ever used my powers. it was an accident. i think we were play fighting or something, i got too into it, and that was it.
after that i got a lot of talks from my parents about how i was different and had to act this way or that, yknow. but i didn't want to be different. i think i felt like i was getting all this shit for something i didn't know how to control, right. and it made me so fuckin angry. i knew better to take it out on people, so i'd break things.
yeah, so you'd think that'd be better, but i dunno maybe it's better than it would've been if my parents were some randos who thought i was a demon child and left me in a ditch or something
When I moved into my mom's house I arrived pretty suddenly, and, I was worried that the people I was running away from would find me and take me back so I started using this other name, of an older girl who came to visit one day from a different part of the city. Which, I guess I should have made up a new name altogether, but, being away from where I was held and out in the real world, I didn't know a lot. I was really little.
Her brother found out about it, and he wasn't that nice about it.
[ while he is incredibly curious about the whys and hows of running away from a lab, he is smarter than to immediately get to prying. (it reminds him of his own dad dying, tbh, which makes him... especially more empathetic than to pry.]
that makes sense. it's fucked up that all that shit happened to you guys, but it makes sense
but, yknow if you make up a name like potato, i don't think anything's gonna happen to anybody named potato don't go by potato and anyway, at least at home, you can't give away something that isn't yours but i don't know if any of it even matters here
Probably! But, my point still stands, you've got some pretty tough competition out there. That giggly thing with the big needle was probably a lot ruder!
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oh, when i was a kid? i had anger issues.
[ he could just leave it there. it's the truth? but part of him wants to keep spilling. maybe it's boredom, maybe it's loneliness. maybe it's maybelline. ]
okay maybe not just that. long story long:
the kid's arm thing was the first time i ever used my powers. it was an accident. i think we were play fighting or something, i got too into it, and that was it.
after that i got a lot of talks from my parents about how i was different and had to act this way or that, yknow. but i didn't want to be different. i think i felt like i was getting all this shit for something i didn't know how to control, right. and it made me so fuckin angry. i knew better to take it out on people, so i'd break things.
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Were your parents understanding about your powers? Did they have them too?
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maybe it's better than it would've been if my parents were some randos who thought i was a demon child and left me in a ditch or something
anyway now you owe me stories about your shit
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My shit? What about my shit?
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When I moved into my mom's house I arrived pretty suddenly, and, I was worried that the people I was running away from would find me and take me back so I started using this other name, of an older girl who came to visit one day from a different part of the city. Which, I guess I should have made up a new name altogether, but, being away from where I was held and out in the real world, I didn't know a lot. I was really little.
Her brother found out about it, and he wasn't that nice about it.
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[ heartfelt and empathetic? nailed it 👌 ]
why were you running away?
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[ Talking about this openly is hard okay. ]
We were in a lab, and what was happening to her in there was killing her, I guess she didn't want that for me.
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that makes sense. it's fucked up that all that shit happened to you guys, but it makes sense
but, yknow
if you make up a name like potato, i don't think anything's gonna happen to anybody named potato
don't go by potato
and anyway, at least at home, you can't give away something that isn't yours
but i don't know if any of it even matters here
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You could be a little more polite, I guess.
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oh, i've been polite. you'd hate to see me when i'm rude 😏
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Probably! But, my point still stands, you've got some pretty tough competition out there. That giggly thing with the big needle was probably a lot ruder!
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plus a really big one. dog. well. kinda more like a wolf-fox thing. that's kinda... humanoid? like a werewolf
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