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A sort of giggle escaped his slightly parted lips. He could feel himself slipping further and further. The sound of gunshots had stopped days -maybe weeks?- ago but he couldn’t- just couldn’t get out! But it didn’t matter anymore…or…he couldn’t remember if it mattered. Did it matter?
‘Lisa-‘
ERROR! ERROR! SYSTEM MEMORY CURRUPTED.
REBOOT…REBOOT, SYSTEM ONLINE.
But it didn’t matter anymore…or…he couldn’t remember if it mattered. Did it matter? No. This place was his home now and he built it from scratch. Wires surrounded him in his little room. The door was locked and he had set up an electrical current to run through the knob whenever he wanted, that scared the bugs away whenever needed. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled.
LOW POWER. RECHARGE NEEDED.
‘I need to recharge.’ Waylon repeated the code in his mind and turned his head. He looked through the boxes he had found a while back. There were no more crackers and only one water bottle left. He took the water and sipped at it before standing. ‘I need to find food.’
He grabbed his wires and wrapped them around his arm. The currents running through them sent little shocks up his arm as if thanking him. He sighed in content at having his power back then took hold of the knob and stepped out of his home.
Waylon closed the door behind him, systematically setting up he firewall to protect his home. A smile made his lips quirk when he was done and he went to start his search when a scream startled him. His hands twitched and he slowly turned his head to see a worm running towards him. His eyes went wide and he felt a rush of anger.
“Darling! I’m getting tired of this game!”
Waylon stopped and looked past the worm.
Subject Name: EDDIE ‘The Groom’ GLUSKIN
History: Refer the notes
Recommended Reactions: Treat with cation. Do not mention subjects’ history. Mention his ‘Bride’ is getting away. Run at earliest possible moment.
Waylon turned his eyes to the worm-correction- The Bride and shot his hand out. His wires flew from his palm and wrapped around the brides’ legs, shocking the thing until it collapsed, still screaming. Waylon yanked his arm back and the wires came back to him as if they had a life of their own.
“Hm? Oh! My old flame!” Eddie said upon noticing Waylon, his voice almost friendly. It must have been because Waylon had accidentally saved the man.
Days- Weeks?- before, he had stumbled upon Eddie trying to hang a bride but the roof of the gym began collapsing. Waylon had just ran for it but he had knocked into Eddie on accident, saving them both from being impaled on rusted piping. In a fit of delirious joy, Waylon had giggled and grinned at Eddie before telling the man to pick better brides.
Then he ran for it.
It was hours after that Waylon had realized what he had done and he’d almost had a panic attack, but the information does nothing to him now.
“-so good to see you again, Darling! Still as beautiful as ever, even if you were a whore.” Eddie continued, making Waylon turn his attention back onto the man. Eddie sounded strangely…teasing when he could Waylon a whore. He thought about it for a second but then his eyes shot down and he saw the ‘bride’ crawling on the floor.
“Your bride is getting away.” Waylon intoned, feeling a strange amusement. His lips quirked up again.
Surprise flashed over Eddie’s face and the bigger man stared for a long moment before finally looking past Waylon. His features then twisted between exasperation and anger.
Waylon chuckled to himself and began walking past the man. He paused for just a moment and said, “and Hello Eddie, it is good to see you as well.”
Then he began running with quiet steps, knowing that he needed to find food quickly. Though…was he willing to face The Cook?
…
Yes he was.
Waylon turned into a room and climbed into a vent, taking the shortest route to the cafeteria.
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He was lucky that the Cook hadn’t been in the cafeteria. He’d been able to get more non-perishables without having to waste his power. Plus, he hated the Cook and his bone saw.
Waylon carried the two boxes of crackers and few cans of some sort of food. The label had faded but the expiration date hadn’t passed yet. His memory banks told him that the year hadn’t passed at least.
A scream of pain had him almost dropping the cans.
Those damn BUGS! Too loud!
Waylon sighed and began walking once again, content with the knowledge that he was safe at the moment, being so near to Eddie’s home. The screams would drive away the more dangerous worms. Maybe he should leave a can as thanks?
Hmm…
Waylon slipped into the sewing room and left a can.
He smiled the entire way back to his home. Eddie was a great firewall so it was best to keep him running.