Past
"This one has been curious about the inner demons he has wanted to let go of. Master has told him now many times not to do it, but..."
Another thing I wrote on a whim. This is more of an excercise in baseless ranting than anything.
To the person reading, and knows exactly who everyone here is... Sorry, Sir.
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(Rated Adult for slight depictions of gore and minimal swearing.)
...finally. It's been so long since I have been here... Nice to be put into a deep slumber and to never be awoken ever again.
You know, in some ways it's actually kinda funny how this all happened. I was just here, minding my own damn business, and then this guy comes along, tells me he can change my life for the better. The stupid brute of my mind bought it and, some time later, poof. I was covered in some black tar or something. I was slowly being killed! And yet, no one did anything to save me... Then, the worst thing happened. I heard MYSELF say some strange things, without even knowing I was saying 'em. Stuff like "This one lives to serve the Hive" or whatever the hell. This guy thinks he's so clever, leading me into a trap and strip me away of my humanity. I wouldn't let a thing like that happen again, no no.
Hmph. Anyway. On to the real reason why you're probably listen to me babble on in the first place.
Before this entire... thing happened, I was a normal person. Just like you. I had great ambitions and a loving boyfriend. I had a pretty good life. Except, not really, because everything apparently wanted to see me fail, one way or another. It's as if it was all rigged against me, and I had no say in what I got, or what I could win, if anything, or what kind of life I got. Oh, you want a job? I know you're 18 but we're looking for 20 years of experience on this field, with the same age group as you. Ah, a normal student life where you could learn at your own pace? How about I just shove English down your throat and make everyone bully you if you don't learn it? Would you like to go back to the US? I can't allow that, so I'll put a brute for president, and to burn you harder, I'll give you a less than par boyfriend who lives there, AND it'll be someone that you can't even talk to about anything half the time!
It was so irritating for me knowing I couldn't ever have anything because some supernatural higher being simply prohibited me from doing so. I was sick of hearing religion I turned away from Christianity. Is that why I'm so miserable? Perhaps I fell too deep into the sin hole that somewhere along the line I accidentally signed a deal with the devil. Or hell, maybe it's the fact that I constantly question everything like a child that irritated everyone in the world. I'm sorry, but I have to, because no one is telling me a goddamned thing!
...do you know why I'm so frustrated with myself, all the time? It isn't because of all that, though it contributed heavily.
I never knew how to hate others. I had such a huge heart and the compassion of a fucking dog that I constantly thought that maybe it was all my fault. No one could possibly bully me without reason, right? Maybe I was the reason, then. It never inspired me to be better, like how everyone thinks it goes. I kept finding more and more reasons to blame myself than to actually speak out that I just stopped altogether. And I was, at one point, considering suicide to finally rid myself of this earth just so everyone else could be happy.
But enough was enough. I finally broke out of my little shell. To be fair, I was always there, I just needed some time. All this anger brewed in me for far too long. I was now intent on putting myself away from everyone and growing all on my own with only one goal: revenge. I would make a great business and everyone will love me, but everyone would serve me as mere slaves, because it only made sense in my head. Everyone treated me like crap, it's time for me to fire back at them.
And then we come back to this. It felt like I had my entire scheme all planned out, but before I knew it, it all slipped from my hands. The goop consumed me, and with it went any hopes for my master plan to function. And for the longest time, silence. Deafening, intolerable silence, each passing second reminding me of my downfall. It's a miracle I even thought of escaping, and even more so for it to work!
Now that there is nothing stopping me from doing outlandish things, I have more than enough reasons to...
Actually, screw the plan. Why didn't I think of this sooner?
I'm going to kill everyone. Starting with the guy that fooled me into this whole mess. And once his little "Hive" falls apart, I'm going to do the same to everyone else. Mark my words, no one is exempt from my wrath. I WILL rule over everyone. Just like how everyone bossed me around.
I'm done being nice. It's time I started learning how to hate.
All that anger built up in me and I don't know who to turn to so I can start this cycle again... because I'm "nice".
How do you like me now? I will torture you until you admit I'm the authority here. I used to not matter to anyone, now I'll be the only thing that matters.
I WILL make sure you regretted living.
I WILL snap your neck into itty bitty PIECES.
I WILL GUT your FUCKING HEART OUT and EaT IT IN frONT of YYYOUuuUUuu
I WILL RULE OveR ALL of yOUouyUOU
IIIIIII--
"What is going on??" A slender woman, donning a lab coat, rushed by as everything short-circuited around her. She immediately ran up to Master, trying her best to stay calm in this situation. "Permission to turn everything off before this thing gets--"
"No, dear." This Master, a male dressed in a black suit and pants was now observing his drone strapped to a large contraption, jittering uncontrollably and screaming in pain. The observant was unusually calm. "Let me take care of this," he spoke, his voice as normal as ever, despite the apparent fact that the lab would be no more if this kept going. He held out one hand and placed it on the drone's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.
"IT HURTS, SIR!! PLEASE LET THIS ONE GO!!" The drone, strapped into a wall, kept violently jittering around and trying to break free from his restraints, hoping in vain to let this torture end once and for all. The other male didn't budge.
"Almost there, Master!" Someone called out from behind a contraption. It, too, was going out of control. It seemed to be writing something at first, but now only produced gibberish all over the paper.
"Keep still, drone. It'll be over." Master still kept calm, but a sense of urgency was clearly plastered on his face. He needed his subject alive and well, after all.
"THIS ONE... CAN'T TAKE IT!!!" The drone, still crying in agony as the machine projected his deepest feelings, kept trying to escape. Just like his Master, he was dressed in a full body, black latex suit and a gas mask, which quickly fogged up from how much he was yelling through it. "THIS ONE KNOWS HE ASKED FOR IT!! HE NEVER EXPECTED IT... TO HURT!!! AAAHHH!!"
Master still said nothing, sighing and showing a bit of disappointment. He never pressured this particular drone into this machine because he knew it would lead to this, but no matter how he tried to prevent him, this drone kept insisting on going through it.
The woman could only stare in horror as Master kept with his drone, still crying in agony. She nervously looked all over her, every piece of equipment emitting electricity everywhere and some short circuiting on ocassions. Just when she though she couldn't take it anymore...
"Done! Shutting down main system!"
The electricity finally stopped going haywire as the machine slowed down all of its processes. The drone was still shouting in pain, sobbing and begging for mercy. Some few seconds later, everything stopped moving, and the entire lab was deadly quiet, save for the writing machine which slowly stopped writing all over the place, and the drone, still strapped to the contraption that caused him pain.
"You're safe with me... come back, my drone..." Master was comforting his drone now. His words injected into his mind, reminding the drone, once again, of the safety of his presence. He stopped crying and let his head drop into his shoulder, sobbing loudly and jittering every now and again.
"You are a good drone, right?" Master spoke. "Repeat it a few times for me."
"I am... a good drone..." He still kept sniffling from the pain, but was slowly dropping into trance as his mind went back to the drone mindset, soothing him and allowing him to stay calm. "I am a good drone..."
Some time later, the drone finally closed his eyes and let his body go limp as he slept in front of his Master. His words were no more than a whisper at this point.
"You've made me proud." Master softly spoke into his ear. The experiment was over.
I refuse to let mmMmmMmMMMysefl get cauUUUUghthththtthtttt in that again!!
don'T YOU daaare--
No... no...
no...
I'm still... here...
I'm... not... a fffffFFFFF...
good... drone...
...
no...
let me free...
... please...
... I am... drone...
I am a... drone.
I am a good drone.
I am a good drone.
I am a good drone.