12-19-2016, 10:15 PM
Sans tilted his head at his captive audience for a few minutes, pondering on how to respond to her. Well, besides silently cursing at how damn unresponsive she was being. Oh, sure, see able to keep a cool front as always, but he know that she worries, that she wonders if their is more to her situation than what he told her.
The problem, though, is that, despite everything he has said to her, both prior to and during the... 'consultation session', their is always that one quality in her that give her the strength, nay, ability to act without seeming concern or care of other, regardless of the situation: her fucking, godamn levels of self assurance. No matter the event, no matter the reason behind, and no matter what the happens to her, she always believe that, in the end, what she did was for the best.
'Even when their is blatent evidence to the contrary, such as the all the lovely radiation CURIE and her pet abomination spread across Tandor because of her EXTREMELY STUPID decision, she'll either still hold firm on her stance and keep that stick jammend up her hootch, or she'll hide behind rationalization and her inner numbness to avoid the awful truth. If their is anything that I need to take care of, for her to ingrain into her very being, is that she can be WRONG, and that to think of the consequence of their actions...' He thought, mulling over what he was going to say to her, before it hit him. Then he began to chuckle to himself, slowly but deeply, clearly enjoying what he was going to say to the nuclear whore.
He began to speak, mirth still is his voice, and said "Always in a hurry to get to the quick of the matter, eh Lucille? No dawdling, no hesitation, not even a brief consideration of the circumstance surround you. You are ever focused on the task at hand. While I have to admit that make you an excellent scientist, it makes you a very poor planner."
Slowly, he began to walk in circle around her, in attempt to further unnerve and disorient the bitch, and continue his dialogue.
"You know, every single thing you've done up until now, you have done without a trace of doubt in your heart. 'It'll work out in the end,' 'All will go according to plan,' he stop in front of her, 'I am still a good person,' he sneered at her, causing her to glare even harder at him. He scoffed at it, unamused by her attitude. Oh, he'll be sure to take care of that real soon...
Shaking his had, as in disbelief of some sort of notion (I wonder which one...), and to lightly berate her. "It all very good to be sure of your own abilities, but their is a thin line between confidence and sheer recklessness. If one does not caution themselves, does not plan or even think things through for even the briefest moment, trouble will happen. Every good scientist has a measure of uncertaintity in them, if their worth their salt, but you," he says, viterol briefly spiking in his tone, before it subsided,"never seemed to have that, until after your...little vacation from sanity. Even than, its in woeful shortage."
Suddenly, he rushed forward, and slams into her restrained risks, and gripps them tightly. His face, still concealed, was hover over the irradiated *Censor, I am never out of a job!*, and he spat out, all calmness lost from his voice, "IT IS YOUR SUICIDAL OVERCONFIDENCE THAT FUCKED EVERYTHING UP. Look back on the biggest failures of your life, your greatest achievements in studpidity! Accepting Larkspur's offer and position in his organization, even though you knew that he was dealing with shady business. Socializing and boding with that pet abomination of yours, without considering the fallout that would have on both its research and development! Finally, and, you could say, critically, is the decision that you made a decade or so ago."
Silence reigned for a few moment, as he let her absorb what he has been trying to get into her lead thick skull for ages, and continued on. "You know, since that was such a critical moment in history, why not go over it in greater detail, and get into depth of how much you fucked up in that single instance? There you are, at Nuclear Plant Epsilon, conducting your cover operations in running the place. You notice something amiss- temperatures in core is hellishly high, with no sign of cooling down.
Then the Alarms begin to sound. A Nuclear meltdown was eminent."
"Everyone needed to get out... except you, of course. Ignoring your good friend Cameron, you rush down to the abomination. You done the CURIE interface, and enter its pod, before going into stasis with it. Ten years later, the new plant is about to be activate, and CURIE awakens. Now, lets review: what did the screwball scientist do wrong in the situation? Here's a hint: SHE MADE A FUCKING DUMB CHOICE!" He yells at her, a fraction of all his hate, his bitterness, coursing through the air, and straight into her. Her hateful stare abates for a moment, stunned by the pain that they heard in that instance.
He let go of his hold on her, and rose up to his full height, towering over her meager figure. He took a deep breath, reeled in all his negative emotions, and shoved them deep within himself, before locking them away. He felt Blithe flitch over their psychic connection between them, but he had no choice. No matter how unhealthy, he had to keep himself in check. 'I can't afford to lose control; not now. Not when I have her right where I want her, and in the position where she is force to LITSEN to all of her faults and fuckups,' he thought. He signed, hard, before he spoke once more, his voice calm and serene as it was in the beginning.
"You had two choice, and you choose the hasty one, the wrong one. You could have left with Cameron, and gotten safely away from the nuclear meltdown. You could have been reunited with your dear husband Kellyn- poor bastard- , and be held in his arms, releaved and elated that you can be with your life's love. You could have gone home to you son Victor, and held him tightly, thankful you get to be with him throughout his life. You could have had a normal life, then. Sure, it would be hard for you to find work after that mess, but a scientist of you caliber would have found something eventually. Raised your son, be with you husband, and just have a grand time. Could have, could have, could have."
"But you didn't. You choose to lock youself away with the abomination you made, and for ten year you slowly went mad through constant use of the CURIE interface. You woke up, and we need not cover what you done. After all, we did have a good old sit down over those particular detail last time, eh?" He put a hand over over were his ear was covered "It was such a roasing discussion, why, we just had to had another!" He laughed then, not a hint of malice in it, as he was enjoying himself.
His laughs soon petered out, thankfully, and he continued to address her failures. "What was I getting at? Oh yeah: You Fucked Up. That choice blew up in both yours and EVERYONE in Tandor's face. Massive destruction to the environment, social and economical crises, Pokémon going mad and being irreparably mutated, and ten years of your life you will never get back. That radiation, which you seem to be at least partially immune to- you think that suite of your could totally shield you from all the radiation you were around-, has caused massive death due to its poisonous nature, and has worsen the quality of life of those that survived its wraith.
"Here is a question for you: How much radiation can a person take before it starts to cut into their lifespan? Quick answer: not a lot. Just a little bit, in small burst, can shave entire years off someone life. Larger amount will take even more time of the clock, up until the point you just die from overexposure. Now tell me: Just how much radiation your son and husband have taken in, altogether?"
Silence. Dead silence. Severall things flashed across her face, as she process what he just said, before horror firmly to its place on it visage. If he bothered to look closely, he might have seen her began to tear up. 'Deserve all the guilt and even more,' he though, looking at her in total disguist. "Have you ever thought of that? How much damage did you inflicted upon them? Their lives, their very health: did you even think about that? Take that feeling, that soul sucking horror, and multiple and amplify it by a factor of ten thousand, and you will finally begin to understand the sheer cruelity you inflicted on everyone."
He raised his arm, and pointed accusingly at her, as he began to wrap up his 'lesson' to her.
"You know, you'll probably far outlive you family, maybe even me, due the damage you done. And that is not even counting how you haven't aged at all in stasis, or even after you woke up. Blessed by the radiation, were you? Hah! You are the only one."
"Everything that happened, all the pain and suffering you invariably caused, and the life you could have lived, all could have been prevent if you just had given some thought to your choices, looked over the limited consequence you could have foreseen happening from them, and just choose the simply smart option. Instead you rushed headlong in the fray, got your brain scrambled like eggs for awhile, and did lots of horrible thing while you were at it. All because you were sure 'Everything was going to be ok.' "
He quietly said to her, before turning his back on her for the first time. With a flick of his wrist, a remote popped out of his sleeve, and rested in the palm of his hand.
"Forgive me, but I still haven't answered you original question, have I? Well, part of the reason you are here should be obvious, but the other part, your 'therapy', has been left vague. The reason you are he is for you to learn a few important lessons. Learn how much you errored in you life due to an fatal overdose of self-assurance, making you understand complelely the pain you put us all through with you fuck ups, and how, no matter what you tell yourself," He turned to face her "You are not same as you were, and you will never will be." He then pressed a button on the remote, and three monitors flared to life around the room.
What was on them would chill even the coldest heart.
On the left most monitor was Lucilee's beloved Nucleon, in a horrible state of disrepair. Dozen of tubes were inserted all over its body, pumping in and out all sort of visceral liquids, one of which was its blood. Its limbs were tightly restrained in what looked to be carbon-graphite binding, cutting so much into it that you'd think its bones would have snapped in twain. It head was held up by a collar, firmly attached to the ceiling of the cage its was in. In the center of it was a little black dot, that was flashing red intermittidly. Altogether, the whole setup look light it belong in a horror movie, brought to live in painstaking detail.
On the right most monitor, was an image of Lucille herself, fixed on the left portion of the screen. On the right was a list, which, on closer inspection, detail all the things wrong things she did in her life. All the crimes she commited in the name of science, working with a group with known connection to Team activity, and definitive proof that she was CURIE, the one who was respondsible for the Nuclear Crisis. It was all there, in such accuracy and depth that it must have took countless hours to get everything exactly right. Just how long has Sans planned his revenge. How depraved is he?
And in the middle, was a black screen, with just a simple question makr floating in its mindst.
"You know, I am a firm believer in learning by example," he said, ignoring the shouts from Lucille, "That in order for someone to completely learn something, to ingrain it in their very being, is for them to apply what they learned, and carry out their action, whatever it may be."
"On the left," he pointed to the screen with her pet " is your beloved Nucleon, the one you had ever since you were a girl. As you can see, it is in obviously in poor health right now, and the only thing keeping it alive is just a simple machine. One that I can turn off in a second."
He pointed to the right most screen, the one detail her sorid past. "On the right, we have you life's greatest failings, all detailed and with ample evidence to back it up. If the authorities, or, heaven forbid, the media got a hold of this, the life you worked so hard to rebuilt, with both family and friend, will be torn to shreads."
"And in the middle, is what you will be doing today, the entire point as to why I kidnapped you and put you under my tender care. You have a choice, like the one you made so long ago. Like the one you made your life's biggest mistake. You can, like you did with Urayne, choose to save Nucleon. It will be safely unhooked from the machine, no worse for wear, and returned to your ownership. You will both then be set free at your choosen destination, regardless of region."
"If you do so, however, all the detail of you past, which I have carefully been keeping underwraps and out of the public eye, will be released to all the major media outlets, the Ranger Unoin, Interpool, and other, lesser known authority. You and Nucleon will be saved, but the life you live now would be over, forever more. You would not be able to see Kellyn or your son again, you could never lead a life of reputable science without raising alarm, and you will be on the run constantly. You might even have to take on yet another identity, and live in animosity in fear for your life. That is, if you choose to save Nucleon." Sans lowered his left arm, and raised his right, and pointed it to her life's crimes.
"Their is another option, of course. If you so choose, all this information will never get out, and no one will ever know of you misdeeds. Not even your own family, of course. Further more, if anyone trys to bring you to task about your past crimes, or even future ones, I will grantee you will never be held responsible for them. I am a man of considerable influence and power; when I don't want something to happen, it doesn't happen. You will be set free, returned to your home in good health and condition, and you can go on living life however you choose."
"If you make this choice, then your Nucleon will perish, and you will be force to watch, as it life slowly peters out. All DNA sample of your pet have also been confiscated, and will be destroyed, to prevent you from cloning another one." He lowered his right arm, link it together with his left, and stared hard at her. "The point of this exercise is simple: Choose which outcome is the best for everyone. In my wisdom, I have decided, since we can't go back into the past and change things, that for once, its best we repeat it."
"You can be selfish and reckless, and hastily choose to save Nucleon life, and condemn you, your family, and an entire region to chaos and anarchy. You can be CURIE, like you how you were, and run away from it all, leaving misery in your wake.
Or, with what you have learned with me today, think about what you did wrong in the past, and choose not to do it again. You can let your Nucleon die, witness its last moments, and return to live the life you wish: with your son and husband, as Lucille."
"Then, you can choose whether or not you want to forget about me. I won't undo what you have learned from me, but all trace of my existence will be void, and you will instead think that you killed your captor, and escaped. Or you choose to let little old me remain in you noggin, if you want to try and get revenge," he said, before he turned around and walk away towards the central monitor.
"Take you time mulling it over, and choose."
Sans finally stoped talking, let silence, at last, take its place.
The problem, though, is that, despite everything he has said to her, both prior to and during the... 'consultation session', their is always that one quality in her that give her the strength, nay, ability to act without seeming concern or care of other, regardless of the situation: her fucking, godamn levels of self assurance. No matter the event, no matter the reason behind, and no matter what the happens to her, she always believe that, in the end, what she did was for the best.
'Even when their is blatent evidence to the contrary, such as the all the lovely radiation CURIE and her pet abomination spread across Tandor because of her EXTREMELY STUPID decision, she'll either still hold firm on her stance and keep that stick jammend up her hootch, or she'll hide behind rationalization and her inner numbness to avoid the awful truth. If their is anything that I need to take care of, for her to ingrain into her very being, is that she can be WRONG, and that to think of the consequence of their actions...' He thought, mulling over what he was going to say to her, before it hit him. Then he began to chuckle to himself, slowly but deeply, clearly enjoying what he was going to say to the nuclear whore.
He began to speak, mirth still is his voice, and said "Always in a hurry to get to the quick of the matter, eh Lucille? No dawdling, no hesitation, not even a brief consideration of the circumstance surround you. You are ever focused on the task at hand. While I have to admit that make you an excellent scientist, it makes you a very poor planner."
Slowly, he began to walk in circle around her, in attempt to further unnerve and disorient the bitch, and continue his dialogue.
"You know, every single thing you've done up until now, you have done without a trace of doubt in your heart. 'It'll work out in the end,' 'All will go according to plan,' he stop in front of her, 'I am still a good person,' he sneered at her, causing her to glare even harder at him. He scoffed at it, unamused by her attitude. Oh, he'll be sure to take care of that real soon...
Shaking his had, as in disbelief of some sort of notion (I wonder which one...), and to lightly berate her. "It all very good to be sure of your own abilities, but their is a thin line between confidence and sheer recklessness. If one does not caution themselves, does not plan or even think things through for even the briefest moment, trouble will happen. Every good scientist has a measure of uncertaintity in them, if their worth their salt, but you," he says, viterol briefly spiking in his tone, before it subsided,"never seemed to have that, until after your...little vacation from sanity. Even than, its in woeful shortage."
Suddenly, he rushed forward, and slams into her restrained risks, and gripps them tightly. His face, still concealed, was hover over the irradiated *Censor, I am never out of a job!*, and he spat out, all calmness lost from his voice, "IT IS YOUR SUICIDAL OVERCONFIDENCE THAT FUCKED EVERYTHING UP. Look back on the biggest failures of your life, your greatest achievements in studpidity! Accepting Larkspur's offer and position in his organization, even though you knew that he was dealing with shady business. Socializing and boding with that pet abomination of yours, without considering the fallout that would have on both its research and development! Finally, and, you could say, critically, is the decision that you made a decade or so ago."
Silence reigned for a few moment, as he let her absorb what he has been trying to get into her lead thick skull for ages, and continued on. "You know, since that was such a critical moment in history, why not go over it in greater detail, and get into depth of how much you fucked up in that single instance? There you are, at Nuclear Plant Epsilon, conducting your cover operations in running the place. You notice something amiss- temperatures in core is hellishly high, with no sign of cooling down.
Then the Alarms begin to sound. A Nuclear meltdown was eminent."
"Everyone needed to get out... except you, of course. Ignoring your good friend Cameron, you rush down to the abomination. You done the CURIE interface, and enter its pod, before going into stasis with it. Ten years later, the new plant is about to be activate, and CURIE awakens. Now, lets review: what did the screwball scientist do wrong in the situation? Here's a hint: SHE MADE A FUCKING DUMB CHOICE!" He yells at her, a fraction of all his hate, his bitterness, coursing through the air, and straight into her. Her hateful stare abates for a moment, stunned by the pain that they heard in that instance.
He let go of his hold on her, and rose up to his full height, towering over her meager figure. He took a deep breath, reeled in all his negative emotions, and shoved them deep within himself, before locking them away. He felt Blithe flitch over their psychic connection between them, but he had no choice. No matter how unhealthy, he had to keep himself in check. 'I can't afford to lose control; not now. Not when I have her right where I want her, and in the position where she is force to LITSEN to all of her faults and fuckups,' he thought. He signed, hard, before he spoke once more, his voice calm and serene as it was in the beginning.
"You had two choice, and you choose the hasty one, the wrong one. You could have left with Cameron, and gotten safely away from the nuclear meltdown. You could have been reunited with your dear husband Kellyn- poor bastard- , and be held in his arms, releaved and elated that you can be with your life's love. You could have gone home to you son Victor, and held him tightly, thankful you get to be with him throughout his life. You could have had a normal life, then. Sure, it would be hard for you to find work after that mess, but a scientist of you caliber would have found something eventually. Raised your son, be with you husband, and just have a grand time. Could have, could have, could have."
"But you didn't. You choose to lock youself away with the abomination you made, and for ten year you slowly went mad through constant use of the CURIE interface. You woke up, and we need not cover what you done. After all, we did have a good old sit down over those particular detail last time, eh?" He put a hand over over were his ear was covered "It was such a roasing discussion, why, we just had to had another!" He laughed then, not a hint of malice in it, as he was enjoying himself.
His laughs soon petered out, thankfully, and he continued to address her failures. "What was I getting at? Oh yeah: You Fucked Up. That choice blew up in both yours and EVERYONE in Tandor's face. Massive destruction to the environment, social and economical crises, Pokémon going mad and being irreparably mutated, and ten years of your life you will never get back. That radiation, which you seem to be at least partially immune to- you think that suite of your could totally shield you from all the radiation you were around-, has caused massive death due to its poisonous nature, and has worsen the quality of life of those that survived its wraith.
"Here is a question for you: How much radiation can a person take before it starts to cut into their lifespan? Quick answer: not a lot. Just a little bit, in small burst, can shave entire years off someone life. Larger amount will take even more time of the clock, up until the point you just die from overexposure. Now tell me: Just how much radiation your son and husband have taken in, altogether?"
Silence. Dead silence. Severall things flashed across her face, as she process what he just said, before horror firmly to its place on it visage. If he bothered to look closely, he might have seen her began to tear up. 'Deserve all the guilt and even more,' he though, looking at her in total disguist. "Have you ever thought of that? How much damage did you inflicted upon them? Their lives, their very health: did you even think about that? Take that feeling, that soul sucking horror, and multiple and amplify it by a factor of ten thousand, and you will finally begin to understand the sheer cruelity you inflicted on everyone."
He raised his arm, and pointed accusingly at her, as he began to wrap up his 'lesson' to her.
"You know, you'll probably far outlive you family, maybe even me, due the damage you done. And that is not even counting how you haven't aged at all in stasis, or even after you woke up. Blessed by the radiation, were you? Hah! You are the only one."
"Everything that happened, all the pain and suffering you invariably caused, and the life you could have lived, all could have been prevent if you just had given some thought to your choices, looked over the limited consequence you could have foreseen happening from them, and just choose the simply smart option. Instead you rushed headlong in the fray, got your brain scrambled like eggs for awhile, and did lots of horrible thing while you were at it. All because you were sure 'Everything was going to be ok.' "
He quietly said to her, before turning his back on her for the first time. With a flick of his wrist, a remote popped out of his sleeve, and rested in the palm of his hand.
"Forgive me, but I still haven't answered you original question, have I? Well, part of the reason you are here should be obvious, but the other part, your 'therapy', has been left vague. The reason you are he is for you to learn a few important lessons. Learn how much you errored in you life due to an fatal overdose of self-assurance, making you understand complelely the pain you put us all through with you fuck ups, and how, no matter what you tell yourself," He turned to face her "You are not same as you were, and you will never will be." He then pressed a button on the remote, and three monitors flared to life around the room.
What was on them would chill even the coldest heart.
On the left most monitor was Lucilee's beloved Nucleon, in a horrible state of disrepair. Dozen of tubes were inserted all over its body, pumping in and out all sort of visceral liquids, one of which was its blood. Its limbs were tightly restrained in what looked to be carbon-graphite binding, cutting so much into it that you'd think its bones would have snapped in twain. It head was held up by a collar, firmly attached to the ceiling of the cage its was in. In the center of it was a little black dot, that was flashing red intermittidly. Altogether, the whole setup look light it belong in a horror movie, brought to live in painstaking detail.
On the right most monitor, was an image of Lucille herself, fixed on the left portion of the screen. On the right was a list, which, on closer inspection, detail all the things wrong things she did in her life. All the crimes she commited in the name of science, working with a group with known connection to Team activity, and definitive proof that she was CURIE, the one who was respondsible for the Nuclear Crisis. It was all there, in such accuracy and depth that it must have took countless hours to get everything exactly right. Just how long has Sans planned his revenge. How depraved is he?
And in the middle, was a black screen, with just a simple question makr floating in its mindst.
"You know, I am a firm believer in learning by example," he said, ignoring the shouts from Lucille, "That in order for someone to completely learn something, to ingrain it in their very being, is for them to apply what they learned, and carry out their action, whatever it may be."
"On the left," he pointed to the screen with her pet " is your beloved Nucleon, the one you had ever since you were a girl. As you can see, it is in obviously in poor health right now, and the only thing keeping it alive is just a simple machine. One that I can turn off in a second."
He pointed to the right most screen, the one detail her sorid past. "On the right, we have you life's greatest failings, all detailed and with ample evidence to back it up. If the authorities, or, heaven forbid, the media got a hold of this, the life you worked so hard to rebuilt, with both family and friend, will be torn to shreads."
"And in the middle, is what you will be doing today, the entire point as to why I kidnapped you and put you under my tender care. You have a choice, like the one you made so long ago. Like the one you made your life's biggest mistake. You can, like you did with Urayne, choose to save Nucleon. It will be safely unhooked from the machine, no worse for wear, and returned to your ownership. You will both then be set free at your choosen destination, regardless of region."
"If you do so, however, all the detail of you past, which I have carefully been keeping underwraps and out of the public eye, will be released to all the major media outlets, the Ranger Unoin, Interpool, and other, lesser known authority. You and Nucleon will be saved, but the life you live now would be over, forever more. You would not be able to see Kellyn or your son again, you could never lead a life of reputable science without raising alarm, and you will be on the run constantly. You might even have to take on yet another identity, and live in animosity in fear for your life. That is, if you choose to save Nucleon." Sans lowered his left arm, and raised his right, and pointed it to her life's crimes.
"Their is another option, of course. If you so choose, all this information will never get out, and no one will ever know of you misdeeds. Not even your own family, of course. Further more, if anyone trys to bring you to task about your past crimes, or even future ones, I will grantee you will never be held responsible for them. I am a man of considerable influence and power; when I don't want something to happen, it doesn't happen. You will be set free, returned to your home in good health and condition, and you can go on living life however you choose."
"If you make this choice, then your Nucleon will perish, and you will be force to watch, as it life slowly peters out. All DNA sample of your pet have also been confiscated, and will be destroyed, to prevent you from cloning another one." He lowered his right arm, link it together with his left, and stared hard at her. "The point of this exercise is simple: Choose which outcome is the best for everyone. In my wisdom, I have decided, since we can't go back into the past and change things, that for once, its best we repeat it."
"You can be selfish and reckless, and hastily choose to save Nucleon life, and condemn you, your family, and an entire region to chaos and anarchy. You can be CURIE, like you how you were, and run away from it all, leaving misery in your wake.
Or, with what you have learned with me today, think about what you did wrong in the past, and choose not to do it again. You can let your Nucleon die, witness its last moments, and return to live the life you wish: with your son and husband, as Lucille."
"Then, you can choose whether or not you want to forget about me. I won't undo what you have learned from me, but all trace of my existence will be void, and you will instead think that you killed your captor, and escaped. Or you choose to let little old me remain in you noggin, if you want to try and get revenge," he said, before he turned around and walk away towards the central monitor.
"Take you time mulling it over, and choose."
Sans finally stoped talking, let silence, at last, take its place.
Like the wind, I come and go as I please... but I am always there to provide a comforting breeze.
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~
Online ID: 000650
Member of Team PUNishment. Pun-pare for Struggle, make it Double Team!
Phantom is my OTP~ Online ID: 000650
