Chapter Text
"Even if I grew wings
and escaped,
I would still be trapped
by my own
Mind."
-Unknown
He screamed a loud, painful scream. One full of agony, depression, and so, so much more. He used to think that he was safe here, but boy, was he wrong. All he wanted was to go home… Go back to the place that made him feel safe. Loved.
But that would never happen. He was trapped and there was no getting out. Freedom was long gone. It left when the chains of time latched themselves onto Tommy. It left when Tommy lost hope. It left when Tommy forgot himself.
So he screamed in hopes he could somehow let out his pain. Let out some of what he was feeling deep inside. For he is a sinking ship that will never fully go down.
A room with dark blue walls that smells of blood is where he resides. It is where he lies on the cot that he calls a bed and loses himself to his thoughts. Where he draws and writes. Oh, the things the boy draws.
Day after day, he lays his thin once-white blanket on the dirtied floor and allows himself to become lost in his imagination. He draws those he remembers from his home, things he used to love, things he used to see. He writes of a place without powers, a place without humans, a place of his own.
He remembers someone saying something to him. Something about drawings and death and new beginnings. If he remembers correctly, they told him, “Every loss is like a torn drawing, and every new page is like a new beginning. Whether that page ends up as a torn drawing depends on the way you use that new beginning.."
Tommy knows not of who said this to him, only that it plays in his head every time he opens his beautiful notebook. Once he drew a violin, one with words carved into it like a couple would a tree. A man with bubble-gum pink, braided hair held it played it as if it was the most valuable thing on earth.
The man, Techno, is someone that occurs in Tommy's dreams frequently. Like a pest that is always there, never leaving. He lingers and watches, guides and talks to Tommy, helping him when he feels alone and afraid.
He helps him feel cared for after anything and everything. Techno is what Tommy hopes is home. While he does not know if this person that he has in his mind is real or not, he does know he would have been dead by now without him.
Rodents scurry along the floor of the abandoned cabin as a man covered in red walks through the side room door. He glances around, searching for something. What that thing is, even he does not know.
Something is pulling at him, pleading with him to find it. Poking and prodding at his mind. While it was annoying, it worried Techno. This feeling felt familiar to him, like a dream you know you had but can't fully remember.
It left him agitated and on alert more than usual. The voices in his head were screaming for him to save, care, help, protect. But every time he tried to ask them what he was supposed to care for, they would go silent until the feeling came back again.
So, Techno thinks of comfort, thinks of holding whoever he is helping in his arms and whispering reassurances to them. Tells them it's going to be okay, that he would find them soon. They respond with broken cries filled with pain and Techno? Techno holds them tight as a piece of his heart breaks at the sound.
He knows he's helping because this other person, other being, always tells him, “Thank you, thank you for being here for me. Thank you for helping me stay alive… But I'm so, so sorry that I always bother you with this.”
Techno could care less that the kid always goes to him for help. He's just glad that they have someone, and he's even happier that he's the one that's there for them.
Subconsciously, he will think back to them. Check in on them like a mother would a child. He has yet to learn the child's name because the kid refuses to give it. This doesn't bother Techno all too much, after all names are just labels that the government has parents give their offsprings, but it does make it a heck of a lot harder to find them.
None the less, he’ll continue to check on them and comfort them whenever he feels something is a mist. He will continue to love and care for this being that has no one. Techno will continue to be this kid's hope; their light at the end of the tunnel.