When you comin' home son?
Who: Sasha Nein-Riggs truepsychictale and his Dad.
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Sasha's apartment
Summary: Sasha and his father encounter someone they thought they might never see again. The other.
Rating: pg-13, language? Mantears maybe? Depressive Germanics?
Warnings:
It was nice to see all the people getting their wishes, even though some had turned out very, very twisted or just plain odd, like the coffee Jacuzzi, but he…he didn’t get anything. Maybe he was so perfectly happy now that he was out of the facility and was pretty much just a test rat. Being a test subject was a lot easier when you could eat something besides a nutrient bar and knowing a demon had your soul once you died. But now- now he had his soul back and he could eat things…like meat. He had grabbed some more while he was out so he could start stocking up on things for Eridan and Feferi to have a birthday party.
He opened the door to the apartment, Eddie had finished it barely in time for reset and Sasha had been enjoying it, he barely paid attention as he walked to the kitchen to put up the food then headed to the living room.
The living room, unexpectedly enough, was occupied by a large, one might almost say hulking gentleman.
This in itself was probably not an uncommon occurrence in Sasha's living room, but rather than the usual large hulking man, this one was a square-shouldered, older man with a large graying handlebar mustache.
He was currently torn between trying to look around and examine his surroundings and being incredibly awkward about having suddenly woken up in a stranger's home.
"I...I'm sorry, sir, but I seem to have become lost. Can you please tell me how I came to be here?"
Sasha paused when he looked at the man, he...looked just like his father, but so much older then the man in his memories.
He just stared for a moment before speaking. "This is the Alpha Omega station, people here are prisoners."
This was his father. He was memorizing the features, wondering who gave his father- his Vati permission to age.
"Prisoners."
He frowned, looking hard at Sasha, his expression shifting from suspicion, to disbelief, to incredulity.
"You are....but you can not be..."
His voice cracked, just slightly, a barely perceptible hitch in the low bass thrum of his voice.
"you can only be my son."
Sasha felt himself tense a little, of course, they pretty much had the same face if not the same build. He nodded, it was his father. "Ja."
Sasha Nein, always poetic. "I'm sorry you had to come here. They perform experiments on people here." he wasn't going to think about this was just a wish...
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Sasha's apartment
Summary: Sasha and his father encounter someone they thought they might never see again. The other.
Rating: pg-13, language? Mantears maybe? Depressive Germanics?
Warnings:
It was nice to see all the people getting their wishes, even though some had turned out very, very twisted or just plain odd, like the coffee Jacuzzi, but he…he didn’t get anything. Maybe he was so perfectly happy now that he was out of the facility and was pretty much just a test rat. Being a test subject was a lot easier when you could eat something besides a nutrient bar and knowing a demon had your soul once you died. But now- now he had his soul back and he could eat things…like meat. He had grabbed some more while he was out so he could start stocking up on things for Eridan and Feferi to have a birthday party.
He opened the door to the apartment, Eddie had finished it barely in time for reset and Sasha had been enjoying it, he barely paid attention as he walked to the kitchen to put up the food then headed to the living room.
The living room, unexpectedly enough, was occupied by a large, one might almost say hulking gentleman.
This in itself was probably not an uncommon occurrence in Sasha's living room, but rather than the usual large hulking man, this one was a square-shouldered, older man with a large graying handlebar mustache.
He was currently torn between trying to look around and examine his surroundings and being incredibly awkward about having suddenly woken up in a stranger's home.
"I...I'm sorry, sir, but I seem to have become lost. Can you please tell me how I came to be here?"
Sasha paused when he looked at the man, he...looked just like his father, but so much older then the man in his memories.
He just stared for a moment before speaking. "This is the Alpha Omega station, people here are prisoners."
This was his father. He was memorizing the features, wondering who gave his father- his Vati permission to age.
"Prisoners."
He frowned, looking hard at Sasha, his expression shifting from suspicion, to disbelief, to incredulity.
"You are....but you can not be..."
His voice cracked, just slightly, a barely perceptible hitch in the low bass thrum of his voice.
"you can only be my son."
Sasha felt himself tense a little, of course, they pretty much had the same face if not the same build. He nodded, it was his father. "Ja."
Sasha Nein, always poetic. "I'm sorry you had to come here. They perform experiments on people here." he wasn't going to think about this was just a wish...