Post by Fox on Jul 18, 2021 14:21:20 GMT -5
Several long moments trying to control his breathing allowed Ridley to relax the death grip that he’d had around his arms. Those were probably going to bruise later. His chest still felt tight, but it was a manageable thing now. He flinched at the sound of a voice. He looked and saw his little buddy stalking into the clearing, drinking from the water. Ridley grimaced. That… probably wasn’t sanitary.
“H-Hey, buddy,” Ridley croaked. His voice was rough. He watched his buddy look around and finally point out the moon. Huh, so he knew what that was? Hm. He supposed when trying to rehabilitate this man, visual associations would work best. As it was, Ridley just nodded and started wrapping his face back up. He didn’t want to look at it anymore.
“Yeah, that’s the moon… sure is pretty tonight.”
Ridley looked up and stared at it, one hand still clutching his chest.
“I wonder if Dr. Moreau and his base are up there… It’s all still pretty foggy, buddy. At least I can remember some things from my previous life. I was married, you know. I had a beautiful wife and an adorable daughter. I wonder where…”
Ridley trailed off, his mind blanking out once again. However, this time, no hungry, malevolent force took over. He just blinked a few times, feeling like he’d lost his train of thought.
“Huh… What was I talking about…?”
As hard as he tried to remember, he just couldn’t. While previously, he might have just let that go, it especially bothered him now.
“I… can’t remember,” he muttered shakily, two shaking hands holding his head, “Why…? What’s happening to me…?”
He quickly looked over to his buddy to make sure that nothing had happened while he had been out. It didn’t look that way. But it was terrifying. Was it a one time thing? Or could it happen again? He didn’t want to hurt anyone. Ridley shivered and smiled a bit sadly at his buddy.
“Ah, sorry, buddy. This probably makes no sense to you, huh? Well… don’t worry. I’ll promise I’ll help you get yourself back. Pinky swear.”
Ridley extended his hand out to the man in a symbolic gesture with his pinky out. The man probably wouldn’t recognize what it was, but for Ridley, it was more a promise to himself. He’d save them. All of the other subjects of the experiment. And, maybe in doing so, he would find a way to save himself.
“H-Hey, buddy,” Ridley croaked. His voice was rough. He watched his buddy look around and finally point out the moon. Huh, so he knew what that was? Hm. He supposed when trying to rehabilitate this man, visual associations would work best. As it was, Ridley just nodded and started wrapping his face back up. He didn’t want to look at it anymore.
“Yeah, that’s the moon… sure is pretty tonight.”
Ridley looked up and stared at it, one hand still clutching his chest.
“I wonder if Dr. Moreau and his base are up there… It’s all still pretty foggy, buddy. At least I can remember some things from my previous life. I was married, you know. I had a beautiful wife and an adorable daughter. I wonder where…”
Ridley trailed off, his mind blanking out once again. However, this time, no hungry, malevolent force took over. He just blinked a few times, feeling like he’d lost his train of thought.
“Huh… What was I talking about…?”
As hard as he tried to remember, he just couldn’t. While previously, he might have just let that go, it especially bothered him now.
“I… can’t remember,” he muttered shakily, two shaking hands holding his head, “Why…? What’s happening to me…?”
He quickly looked over to his buddy to make sure that nothing had happened while he had been out. It didn’t look that way. But it was terrifying. Was it a one time thing? Or could it happen again? He didn’t want to hurt anyone. Ridley shivered and smiled a bit sadly at his buddy.
“Ah, sorry, buddy. This probably makes no sense to you, huh? Well… don’t worry. I’ll promise I’ll help you get yourself back. Pinky swear.”
Ridley extended his hand out to the man in a symbolic gesture with his pinky out. The man probably wouldn’t recognize what it was, but for Ridley, it was more a promise to himself. He’d save them. All of the other subjects of the experiment. And, maybe in doing so, he would find a way to save himself.
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