mayfield_rpg

[Firo doesn't like believing anything Mayfield says, but when he hears the information some of the others got from Zemekis, he has trouble not believing it. Everyone else seems to accept it as truth, and from what little he can understand in all the talk about copies and simulations, the gaping glitch holes and the way Mayfield could really mess with their heads seems to back it up.

And he finds knowing he's just a copy oddly comforting. If there's a "real" him back home, then that means Ennis will stay alive no matter what happens to him in Mayfield and that business with his Family keep running as normal. Of course, that also means he's basically superfluous.

He doesn't know what he'll do now, since it seems his survival suddenly isn't as big of a priority as it once was and whatever he does probably won't mean anything. He's ready to postpone answering that question until he can fully grasp what's been going on these past months, but it suddenly doesn't matter.

Because now someone else is deciding for him.

Controlled by Mrs. Johnson, Firo's out roaming the Mayfield streets, knife in hand and ready to kill. It's one of his worst nightmares; as much as he struggles to regain control, he just can't. He thought it would come from Szilard's memories, but who's doing it doesn't matter--what matters is what they'll make him do. If he sees anyone he'll call out a warning to them:]

Don't come near me! I can't stop-!

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[Of course he's going to defend himself. Under Mrs. Johnson's control, the two of them are participants in a choreographed fight. Czes flinches at the new wounds and shakes his head to hide the tears. It's been a while since he was repeatedly injured like this.]

I won't hold it against you.

That doesn't matter, you'll still be hurt!

[His hand shoots out to grab at the back of Czes's collar in an attempt to hold him in place while he readies his knife. All the while he prays that Czes will b quick enough to get out of the way.]

I'll hold it against me!

[Czeslaw doesn't move, easily letting Firo grab ahold of him. He doesn't look scared, but it's clear that it's against his will because he glances quickly between Firo's face and the knife he's holding.]

It's okay.

You can just make it up to me... so you gotta make sure you stay alive, right? [As long as Firo Prochainezo's protests aren't an act, as long as he isn't like Fermet who's hurting him for the joy and out of fear toward Czeslaw... he can stand it. It won't hurt him.]

It'll hurt, but it's better than being alone with all these memories about Isaac and Miria and Miss Ennis.

[Firo's certainly scared. Why isn't he moving? The kid may be at a big disadvantage, but he should still try to fight back.]

Why don't you..?

[He trails off; Czes is giving him the answer even as Firo asks, but it's not one he likes. But he can't think of a good argument, and he can't stop what Mrs. Johnson's control is about to make him do.]

The knife lashes out for Czes's throat.

Please, please get out of the way...]

[Czeslaw isn't sure he would've dodged even if Mrs. Johnson allowed it. He's glad she didn't get very creative about the kill, at least. Knives might be better than someone's bare hands, even.

Poor Firo, though. He raises a hand to put it against the arm holding him in place.]

Don't worry. I'll come back from something like this in seconds. Just don't wait for me, okay? I don't want her making you kill me again.

[Not surprisingly, Firo doesn't find that comforting at all. It's almost more horrifying to see how calmly Czes is taking this.

His knife swings out again, and Firo just hopes that it'll be a clean kill if it hits. He knows where to aim for that.]

[He shuts his eyes tightly and braces himself. His last worry is that Firo might be creeped out by him, or try to avoid him because of this... incident.]

[Once it's done, Firo just wants to melt into the ground, or wait around so he can apologize to Czes a thousand times over. But he can't do any of that. Mrs. Johnson's control pulls him away immediately--there are still more copies to kill.]

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Holy catfish, I typoed that last tag horribly, I'm sorry! There should've been another bracket

It's okay <3

Thanks! <3