forum Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Started June 13, 2019 by @bubblegum

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Scipio shrugged, deciding to just sway in place for now. He'd probably fall over or pass out if he tried to walk, and he didn't want that.

Bridge continued to pet him. He wasn't sure what would happen if he stopped, but that wasn't the only reason. It was soft, and he liked it. A lot.

"Stupid Dave… with his… his stupid face…" Scipio muttered, glaring at the door. He seemed to be a little disoriented. "I hate him…"

"I know. Me…me too." Bridge responded, keeping his other hand secure around Scipio.

"I didn't even do anything this time… why won't he just leave me alone?" Scipio crossed his arms and huffed.

"I don't know. I…I asked him that. He…he said that it was fun." Bridge answered, looking down as he remembered.

"I know… He's insane. I'm not insane, much as they think so. I'm perfectly aware of what I do. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result."

"I know you're not insane," He said, glad he at least knew something in this whole situation. "You're a…pshychopath, but not insane."

Scipio nodded. "They thought I was, but they're wrong. They always seem to be, don't they?" He leaned against the wall for support, keeping his eyes on the door.

Bridge nodded too. "I…I didn't even do anything except exist," He commented, glancing up at him, then to the door, and back.

"You see, they probably try to justify it by saying you'll go insane in here anyways. Not me, though. I've still got my wits. Not a great concept of time, but that's not that important." Scipio crossed his ankles, putting more of his weight against the wall.

"It's…I think it's December first," Bridge told him, making sure he didn't fall.

Scipio shrugged. "Makes no difference. We don't celebrate any holidays or anything here, so there's no point in knowing the day anyway."

"I know…know. Sorry," He mumbled quietly.

Scipio sat back down on the floor since his muscles were screaming at him. "It gets boring…"

He only nodded, pressing his lips together as Scipio's sentence faded away and the silence settled over them again.

"There's nothing to do in an asylum, honestly… I need stimulation. The… the nothingness is the worst part." Scipio ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.

"There's a lot of nothingness," Bridge said, hesitantly leaning his head on Scipio's shoulder.

Scipio nodded and stared at the ground. "That part kills me the most… well, maybe next to Dave. Can't stand that guy."

"I know." He said simply and quietly, eventually leaning his head on Scipio's shoulder all the way. It was nice.

Scipio was quiet for a moment. "…He made me feel weak again."

"You're…you're not, though," Bridge told him, flicking his eyes up to his face.

"But he made me feel like I was…" Scipio brought his knees up to his chest again. "He tased me and I didn't do anything to stop him."

"If you did…did, he would have hurt you more," He said, making sure one arm was still carefully wrapped around his body.

"Maybe, but at least I would've put up a fight. I didn't do a damn thing. I… I got scared. Stupid fear…"

"You…you didn't get hurt as much as you could've. That's good," Bridge told him.

"What even is good? Typically everything I do is considered 'bad' by society." Scipio sighed, staring at the floor.

"Good is when…" Bridge blinked, considering. "It's when things feel…anything…positive. Happy, or glad, or proud, or safe."

"I'm never truly safe… Dave's out to get me, and that's not happy or positive or glad or proud or, most of all, not safe."

"Dave's…Dave's not good. He shouldn't be any of those things," Bridge said quietly, glancing up to look at Scipio again.