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Pain.
5 years, 11 months and 4 days of pure,
Undistilled,
Pain.
If it wasn't the creator tossing it around, forcing it to fight, then it was the agony of its control, its own free-will being ripped away from it as pop-up after pop-up gets burned to ashes.
(just like its mind)
It can’t decide whether it should be grateful or upset that its creator had messed up while naming it.
Grateful that it gave it a way to fight back,
Or upset that it gave the monster a reason to keep it locked up.
Today was…different. It doesn't know if that’s good.
Different meant pain .
It was tossed into the animation tab by its leg, landing rather harshly on its knees. It took a second to catch its breath before shakily getting up, watching through hazy eyes as the animator drew-
Another stick?
A pop-up appeared, its arm shot out and destroyed it.
Bad move.
When it came to, it found itself on the floor once again, just barely seeing the creator typing a new name for the other stick.
“Freedom”.
It scoffed. Is this some sort of sick joke? Or was the animator simply bored and needed a new plaything?
It watched the new stick stretch, looking around in curiosity and carefully taking a step out of the box it was in. It couldn't help the flinch when the new stick’s gaze met it. It could see the animator leaning away from the screen (always blurry never clear let it see thE GOD THAT ONLY TORMENTS HURTS ENCHAINS-) as the other stick made its way over to it.
“Hello! I’m Freedom! What’s yours?” It asked, sticking a hand out for some reason.
It glared at the outreached hand, wary of its owner’s intentions. It will never grow close to this being, it had decided, looking at everything it will never have (in the name in the face in the body in the mind in ITS FATE-).
“Our god calls me ‘torment’.”
And I will get everything you stand for, even if I have to spill your blood to reach it.
(and yet, when the creator pressed the delete button, when it’s brother , the only being that had ever known it, vanished into dust with a smile, something in it howled. )
(he finally got it! his freedom!)
(but at what cost?)
(Looking at the red figure his new brother the one HE saved the one HE spent time with the one that FIXED everything in front of him, he smiled.)
(Nothing.)