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One doesn’t know how long she’s been trapped in this place for— that was probably the first thing they lost track of when they were put into this hellhole of a prison.
There was barely any light, the only way there ever was anything was if she made a source of it herself with the stupid powers that got them in this situation in the first place— and even then it still had its cons, because who knew that trying to illuminate the giant, pitch dark moon with nothing but the WEAKEST powers she could’ve gotten would be tiring! Because of how exhausting doing THAT all the time got, they spent a good chunk of their time in the dark, which also was terrible. She’d trip and fall on some chunks of rock and kick up dust that made it hard to breathe and stuck to her skin in the most uncomfortable ways possible, but there was no water to get it off with— and no matter how much they clawed at their skin, it seemed there was always SOMETHING left that would drive them mad, because despite the hours they spent scratching and scratching and SCRATCHING, they were still dirty.
The next thing she lost track of was probably how many times they heard something that wasn’t there. After a while of being in silence all the time, sometimes their mind would play tricks on itself. She swore she could hear whispers from the other algebraliens— being called out to by her. But yelling, screaming back never got them a reply, no, of course it didn’t.
She was going to be alone in there forever, wasn’t she?
The thought certainly wasn’t one they enjoyed, but regardless was one that constantly came to mind. Of course they wouldn’t ever be letting her out— they probably FORGOT already! All the hours, no, weeks? Months? Years? However long it had been! They probably all went back to how it was all before, her existence not crossing their minds a single time!
…She snapped out of her train of thought. They were scratching their arms again. It seemed to happen often now whenever they thought too hard about pretty much anything. Turning her attention to them, it didn’t seem to be THAT bad this time. Some blood trickled out from 2 or 3 of the spots she’d clawed at, but it was nothing compared to the other times. Annoyingly so, however, was that like with the dust, there was almost nothing they had to clean up the blood with. Obviously, she COULD rip off pieces of their sweater, but it hadn’t been so long that they’d destroy the only source of slight warmth she had just to wipe up some blood (They think, anyways. It doesn’t sound as bad of an idea now than it did before, honestly.) Besides, at least watching the blood dry gave her something to do other than get lost in thought— then again, even that has started to work less. In the beginning, the stinging made it impossible to think about anything, which she hated at first, but has come to miss as now the pain barely is there. It makes it easier to think again, and then, as always, their brain will trail back to them. Back to Three. If she saw them like this… what would she think? Does Three think about her?
They tried to imagine it. Imagine Three thinking of them.
Imagine Three.
The image felt unclear. No, she couldn’t possibly?
The others became incomprehensible shapes in her mind long ago, but they thought it would take longer until it happened with Three’s image too. No, it should’ve taken longer— she can’t forget yet. Not yet, no, not ever. Not again, they can’t again. Never again. Never again. Never again.
The stinging in her arms felt worse than before. She looked back at them— shit, again!
More blood, lots more than before, was pouring down onto the floor. The first drop echoed through the hollow rock as it hit the formerly dry floor, a wake-up call. Then the next added to it, regret. If she could go back in time a few seconds, and just undo that, everything would be better. Please. The third drop of blood came anyways, and whats when they tried to do something about it. Anything. She scrambled to cover the wounds with their hand, which did nothing but make them sting more from the dust on them hitting the open wounds. More drops built up on the ground, making everything seem so much worse. One by one, they kept piling and piling like the ticking of a clock and the thought of time was unbearable and the pain was unbearable and she needed the bleeding to stop or slow or someone to help or do ANYTHING— but no one did, and if she didn’t, it would just keep getting worse. They weren’t thinking rationally anymore— they didn’t want to think anymore! She just needed to fix this, and then it would all be okay. Everything will be okay.
She can take being a little colder than before.
After a few minutes of tearing at the sleeves of their sweater, she finally had something to wipe up the blood with and wrap up the wounds. It definitely wasn’t the best solution— regrettably, the way she wrapped up the injuries was far from perfect, but at least it would help. (hopefully)
Eventually, the bleeding went away, but the stinging still lingered slightly. At least that was something she was used to. If she hadn’t already, they must’ve truly looked like a mess now— she wonders how different she looks compared to before, but it wasn’t like she had a mirror to see. Or that she would even be able to remember what they looked like before. What anything that wasn’t in near complete darkness looked like.
Well, they do remember their hair not being nearly as long as it is now. She liked keeping it short, she remembered. It used to sit comfortably at her shoulders, but now it hung low by their waist. And obviously, her sweater’s sleeves and their patterned yellow stars used to stretch farther than their hands, which were now reduced to ragged, torn edges by their elbows. It wasn’t that different than before, the sleeves were always kept rolled up anyways.
She sighed, looking up(?) in an attempt to distract herself from what they’d become. It wasn’t fair, that they could all just… leave her there! They could’ve fixed Three, no, they WILL fix her! She’ll get out of there, get more power— they will fix everything, and the others will regret everything they’ve done. If they don’t? She’ll make sure that they will! Make sure they feel all the pain she has TENFOLD!
They’ll get out of here and show them all.
No matter what.