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((OOC: This is happening inside Freakshow's head, possibly during a dream. Italics are flashbacks to before CW pushed Faux back.))
It was silent. So deafly silent.
Freaksow let his hand wander to the lumps of deadened flesh on his back, cringing from the pain that traveled up his spine.
"Hello, dear child. I have more light for you."
"Why does your light never bring me memories?"
"It's because you have these, child. They make your mind think too freely. It's harder to focus on one spot of your memory when your mind is too free. Not to mention, we must be quieter. And these make too much noise."
"A-Are you sure?"
"Yes, child, I am sure."
He cringed as he took his hand from his back. No matter how he moved, he hurt more.
But he would get his memories back this way, wouldn't he?
A soft caress. A sadistic smirk. A slight ripping noise as flesh was torn apart, as bone was forced out of it's place and broken into many pieces.
Biting his lip, all he could remember was the tears running down his face as he remained as silent as possible. A slight chuckle from the light.
A small boy's face looking at him mournfully from a distance, but soon lost to the shadows around them.
He had to stay quiet. He had to remain silent.
The silence would bring back his memories.
That's what the light said.
"Good, child. As long as there is silence, I promise your memories will come back. Just listen to me, and I'll guide you."
It was silent. So deafly silent.
Freaksow let his hand wander to the lumps of deadened flesh on his back, cringing from the pain that traveled up his spine.
"Hello, dear child. I have more light for you."
"Why does your light never bring me memories?"
"It's because you have these, child. They make your mind think too freely. It's harder to focus on one spot of your memory when your mind is too free. Not to mention, we must be quieter. And these make too much noise."
"A-Are you sure?"
"Yes, child, I am sure."
He cringed as he took his hand from his back. No matter how he moved, he hurt more.
But he would get his memories back this way, wouldn't he?
A soft caress. A sadistic smirk. A slight ripping noise as flesh was torn apart, as bone was forced out of it's place and broken into many pieces.
Biting his lip, all he could remember was the tears running down his face as he remained as silent as possible. A slight chuckle from the light.
A small boy's face looking at him mournfully from a distance, but soon lost to the shadows around them.
He had to stay quiet. He had to remain silent.
The silence would bring back his memories.
That's what the light said.
"Good, child. As long as there is silence, I promise your memories will come back. Just listen to me, and I'll guide you."