Light at the end of the tunnel [closed]
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The worst part of having your memories consistently messed with was that anytime there was any sort of inconsistency, you knew that someone was trying to hurt you or make you miserable, trying to knock the ground right out from under your feet.
Guy remembered being in a strange world where people couldn't see him and remembered getting pulled back home after. He also remembered Panem and getting pulled from his world into it. But he also remembered that in Panem he hadn't remembered being in this place where he couldn't be seen, to this strange workshop full of bright lights and machines.
Now he could remember being in this world again and being in this strange workshop and remember that he hadn't remembered and -
The confusion had layers.
And after dying by being set on fire in the arena, after being informed by Penny of the horrors that were waiting for him back in the Capitol, Guy pretty much lost it. Having his mind messed with yet again? Was the last straw. The last, very confusing straw. Especially since he didn't know if this was in his head or if it was an illusion or if it was the arena or -
He still had the spear and knife from the arena and he waved them in wild gestures.
"What is it now?" he cried out, to the Gamemakers, to Penny, to whoever was behind this. "A dream within a dream? A dream in the arena? An arena in a dream? An arena in an arena in another arena? We're reaching territory here where it's almost a nesting doll of horribleness."
He knew what nesting dolls were. Some stores sold ones that had Tributes' faces on them.
He screamed, his voice shrill, "Can't you just pick something miserable and stick with it? I don't think that's too much to ask for, everything being consistently terrible."
His voice was shaking. Every part of him was shaking. He want to rip his way out of his own skin, wanted to scream until he couldn't speak anymore.
Everyone had their breaking point, where they just...lost touch with things. Where their brain just wandered off. Apparently spending a whole arena dreading the punishment that was waiting for him after, dying after getting set on fire and fighting zombies, and being in a situation where his memories were confusing and jumbled together so that he couldn't even tell where he was or where he'd been, had caused Guy to reach his.
His long, agonizing time in Panem had finally taken its toll and he had finally broken.
The screaming in the workshop was pretty noticeable but as soon as he was noticed, Guy made for the door and made a break for it outside, not really thinking about what he was doing as he wandered out into the ice and snow, where he was running to, or whether or not it was a rational choice. (It wasn't.)
Guy remembered being in a strange world where people couldn't see him and remembered getting pulled back home after. He also remembered Panem and getting pulled from his world into it. But he also remembered that in Panem he hadn't remembered being in this place where he couldn't be seen, to this strange workshop full of bright lights and machines.
Now he could remember being in this world again and being in this strange workshop and remember that he hadn't remembered and -
The confusion had layers.
And after dying by being set on fire in the arena, after being informed by Penny of the horrors that were waiting for him back in the Capitol, Guy pretty much lost it. Having his mind messed with yet again? Was the last straw. The last, very confusing straw. Especially since he didn't know if this was in his head or if it was an illusion or if it was the arena or -
He still had the spear and knife from the arena and he waved them in wild gestures.
"What is it now?" he cried out, to the Gamemakers, to Penny, to whoever was behind this. "A dream within a dream? A dream in the arena? An arena in a dream? An arena in an arena in another arena? We're reaching territory here where it's almost a nesting doll of horribleness."
He knew what nesting dolls were. Some stores sold ones that had Tributes' faces on them.
He screamed, his voice shrill, "Can't you just pick something miserable and stick with it? I don't think that's too much to ask for, everything being consistently terrible."
His voice was shaking. Every part of him was shaking. He want to rip his way out of his own skin, wanted to scream until he couldn't speak anymore.
Everyone had their breaking point, where they just...lost touch with things. Where their brain just wandered off. Apparently spending a whole arena dreading the punishment that was waiting for him after, dying after getting set on fire and fighting zombies, and being in a situation where his memories were confusing and jumbled together so that he couldn't even tell where he was or where he'd been, had caused Guy to reach his.
His long, agonizing time in Panem had finally taken its toll and he had finally broken.
The screaming in the workshop was pretty noticeable but as soon as he was noticed, Guy made for the door and made a break for it outside, not really thinking about what he was doing as he wandered out into the ice and snow, where he was running to, or whether or not it was a rational choice. (It wasn't.)
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