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@mischievous-thwapling @wingiby-iggiby
Thank you guys so much it really means a lot to me that you like Ehud’s fear and thanks for answering my questions y’all are great! (I don’t know what I’m doing…)
I can’t wait to see more of Ahab’s and Colma’s fears! You can catch so much more depth when you get into the darker emotions. Like Ahab’s wrestling with himself his own good motives against moral weakness just sums in a sharper sense the struggles of any person with any moral compass and Colma’s guilt/fear is so loved-oriented the desire to do better for others verses the fear of not being enough. It’s just really cool to see and I think I might take a bit updating this be longer than I planned…
@jasmine
Oh you’ve gotta dog too! What’s he like? (or she)

@mischievous-thwapling (I just wanna know where do you get those beautiful profile pics?)

There will be a buzz in Lucy’s ear. She will answer a string of beeps, staring up a city camera.
“Yes. You’re right. I don’t think he’s good for the community either…
I’ll handle it.”

This isn’t real.
This is not what he signed up for.
But, it’s raining. And he’s freezing and he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. Rosario bores her eyes into him as if she doesn’t know what he is anymore. After a moment she pulls him inside and slaps the door closed. This isn’t happening really, it’s got to be an illusion. So he rubs his arms and watches a pool of rainwater drizzle to the floor. There’s something watching them, he knows it.
“What you doing he–?”
“Please help me” He gasps, instinctively glancing around in case someone’s behind him. Shivering, he shrinks into his shoulders. This doesn’t look like it should. This was where he and his brother used to hold base. It was also where Ehud brought Rosario the day they met when she was lost in the streets. There are guns splayed across the room and on top of the couch, apparently she was cleaning her guns. But it doesn’t look right, it’s too shiny, there’re too many different things out of place that look like tinkerers’ toys.
She examines him sternly and Ehud blinks back a watery film over his eyes. He can’t think of anywhere else to go but he has to get out of here he just has to this isn’t the real–
Visibly making her decision, Rosario yanks a thick tasseled quilt draping off the couch and wraps it around him. It smells like toasted attic. Ehud shifts uncomfortably trying to figure out what she is. It isn’t that she’s never done something like this before, she’s always been sort’ve a mom-friend. It’s just too routine and natural, and after this morning it’s more unnerving than anything else he expected.
Her hair’s down although she usually kept it back and now the tips touch her shoulder. Most people he can read pretty quickly but he’s never known what she’s thinking. But he can’t shake the sense that this isn’t really Rosario and nobody’s really who they’re saying they are. She adjusts the quilt around him artistically.
“I…I thought Enoch would be here,” he stammers defensively “where’s–?”
“I’m the only one who’s ever lived here, idiota. If Enoch is supposed to be some imaginary frien-”
“My brother! Where’s my brother?!” Ehud stuffs his shaky hands in his pockets and starts darting around the room restlessly. Rosario backs up and narrows her eyes quizzically.
A half-patched-in-crazy-quilt couch and a coffee table that doesn’t have spray paint on it in this version of home. He touches everything almost certain something’s going to go through his hands. This isn’t real.
“Listen, you’ve been going completely loco for a while. Que es esto? You’re freaking me out.”
Abruptly, Ehud knocks into a tabletop with a paper-rose framed mirror and a stuffed cat with only one button eye. He tenses and stares at her.
“For a whil-wait, what do you…what do you mean by that?”
“Sit.” She commands, so he drops crosslegged where he is, tucking the stuffy in his lap. She doesn’t bother to point out that chairs do exist.
“I haven’t been here until today how can you tell me I’m going crazy when you haven’t even seen me for months and months and what do you mean by ‘going crazy’ I thought I always was crazy I don’t know what’s going on I just wanna get home, please. Please, you’ve gotta believe me, I gotta get outta here…” He squeezes the stuffed cat, something salty-soft caught in his eye but that might just be drizzling raindrops. Everything’s dizzying bright and alien, he dully rocks back and forth while he’s processing everything.
“Ok…calm down–”
“You do believe me?”
“Si, of course” she lies. The Rosario Ehud knew would keep prodding him with questions to get to the bottom of it instead of just trying to placate hi…
“I’m not…I’m not that sort of crazy…” Desperately, Ehud goes through every detail of the day for some shred of evidence that would be believable. There has to be a way to prove he’s really…Why did she reject him earlier today? Is this really Rosario?
Then he notices Rosario’s eyes are fixed on the stuffy. It was the same stuffy she had the day they met, her father gave it to her. Ehud always assumed her parents lost her on purpose because that happened pretty often. But she insisted her dad would come back for her. Ducking his head, he holds up the cat with a small shy smile.
“Loco the Spy-Cat…” He announces and she gingerly takes it from his hands. She sets it down out of his reach. Without any sort of comfort object Ehud wraps his arms around himself.
“I’m not crazy,” he mumbles “you’ve gotta help me…”
He still doesn’t know why she pushed him away before but if she thinks he’s going crazy…Lucy said something about wiping people’s memories after Marsha’s brain surgery. To do that they’d have to replace memories and everyone around here remembers him even though he’s only just appeared today. How did someone move so quickly…?
“You must be hungry.” Rosario says finally in a soothing tone that doesn’t come naturally to her. Not that anyone else would really pick up on that she’s a pretty good actor but she certainly doesn’t have a degree in emotional-savvy.
“I’m starving!” Ehud says, perking up. He’s almost always hungry and he’s never turned down free food. She nods and moves to the other room.
“You stand right there and do not move, si?”
“Why–?” She glares at him and he meekly falls silent. Her footsteps thick thunk out of sight. Ehud shifts awkwardly and flashes a penlight from his pocket around room and finds the red reflection on the lens of three or four security cameras without moving from his designated spot. The only person who seems to know he’s new here is Lucy, is she always sent to greet newcomers? If all this is going on how does Ehud know he really remembers Rosario and hasn’t been wiped himself?
Standing up, Ehud tries to stretch to forward to touch the cat on the couch without moving his feet from the area Rosario told him to stay in. Instead he topples on the couch so while he’s already broken that rule he grabs one of her pistol-type guns before jumping back to where he’s supposed to be. It must be an ancient sort of gun because it still used bullets. If no one remembers Enoch he’s either dead or supposed to be.
Footsteps thunk back to the room so he shrinks, furtively holding the gun in front of him with his back still turned to the doorway. How’s he put it back without her know he ever took it?
“Here you are. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight?” Something in her voice unnerves him. She’s trying to sound caring, but she’s not that expressive a person and it feels unnatural.
“No..I’m mean, I…I gotta go, I…”
“Already? I thought you were hungry.”
“Y-yeah, but I…”
“You are going to stay?” Suddenly her tone sounds like its hiding something very bad. Click! That’s the noise of a gun cocking. Ehud doesn’t move an inch.
“The authorities say you’re becoming psychotic. You’re going to stay here, understand.” She says this very quietly and calmly. Ehud’s heard this edge before but only that time she threatened to kill some thug who wanted to cut off his fingers. It had been scary enough directed at someone else.
“R-rosy…?”
“Turn around slowly.”
He hadn’t taken it in earlier but the time she took going to the other room is enough time for someone to call and hold a five minute conversation with anyone. This can’t be real this can’t be real…
Ehud does turn around, still clutching the pistol in his hands. Her eyes dart to it and she levels an icy stare at him just a little more intimidating than the gun in her hands.
“Put it down, Ehud,” she says evenly “you can’t shoot faster than me.”
He knows that but he doesn’t drop it. Sweat makes the trigger feel like hot butter, he’s holding his breath but he can’t get himself to breath again. This isn’t Rosario this isn’t home he hasn’t even ever held a gun like this before. Nobody’s gonna get hurt, this can’t happen. Nobody’s gonna get hurt he’s not a killer she can’t kill him she can’t kill him this isn’t real she’s his best friend she can’t kill him.
“Ehud…”
“Rosy…?” he swallows “now what…genus?”