Mentally Trapped - [One-Shot/Coltar Extension]
Jan 9, 2019 23:10:31 GMT
Post by Cavespider_17 on Jan 9, 2019 23:10:31 GMT
This is a piece for the Extravaganza for Dramatic Melody, using prompt four: Listen to “Here Comes a Thought” from Steven Universe and write a fic inspired by that.
This follows Nusko and his nephew Elio, and partly explores Nusko's mental condition, and want to understand emotion.
Date: 15th June 2033
Nusko sat down at his desk, which was usually white and pure, just how he liked it. However, due to his absence a pile of dust had formed upon it. He quickly brushed off the dust that had formed there. ‘Dust makes working inefficient,’ he thought to himself, reaching into his personal research files. ‘Who to use to test today?’
He heard an alarm going off down the corridor, and jumped up, stressed.
“Don’t shout,” he said into the corridor, “Turn that off. Turn that off, don’t shout,” he repeated, making a fist. After a few moments the alarms stopped, and he returned to his desk. ‘So much noise. Noise is inefficient and hurts my head,’ he thought as he turned to his mirror and gazed upon himself in the reflection.
His black and brown side were lined up accordingly. His black hair on the right side of his body was neatly brushed and pulled back, mirroring the brown hair. His grey and brown eyes looked back at him.
“What it would be like to have feelings... I feel nothing,” he spoke to himself softly. “Emotion is a lie, but emotion is part of biology. I cannot understand biology without emotion,” he sighed. “After opening up a parallel world, how hard can it be to understand emotion, Zuka?” he whispered to the pink Ariados, napping on his desk.
“I have an IQ of 184, this cannot be that difficult. Yes I shall understand emotion, before I turn twenty one. Tomso is busy being a God… so I shall ask Elio for assistance, and Rela.” He reached into his pocket and started to tweak his brain teleporter. “I remember inventing this. Of course, Pokémon don’t have emotion, right Zuka?”
Zuka simply ignored him, and turned around.
With urgency he pressed the button and was teleported to Kishnar tower.
“Uncle Nusko, you have come to see me? For what purpose? Ah yes, it becomes clear now. You wish to understand how to feel?” Elio opened his eyes. “You come to me on the day of my tenth birthday to request to understand emotion via biological dissection – denied.”
“You are being illogical,” Nusko scowled, crossing his arms, “it is the most efficient way.”
“It is also cruel, and merciless. Nusko, there is more to the world than science. I understand your brain won’t let you see that due to its crushing power and control over you. Therefore, I won’t punish you for your… request. Rather, I have a better solution,” he spoke softly, allowing his red eyes to turn pink for a moment as he scanned all the foreseeable futures. “Ah yes, of course, hmm okay, let’s see… ah this one. You shall go to the Cave of Origins and Myths, and sit there to meditate. “Yes that seems fair. Go, please, after all, mercy is what’s important.” Elio returned to his desk, and meditated.
Nusko grumbled a little about Elio’s inefficiency, before plugging in the information and co-ordinates of the cave and forcing himself to warp there.
‘The Cave… the one with him inside. The one who can see through us all, and judge us for who were truly are. I remember going there once long ago. He saw right through me. Mercy. I remember those words echoing in my mind. “Your aura is mercy. It is pure. Your soul is not.” I remember not understanding at first, but then it became clear, my soul was never just my own. Right, Cresselia?’ Elio thought to himself. ‘Brother of the King who abdicated, son of the chosen one – Lloyd, son of the one who created the disastrous split in time. I am glad I have my psychic capacity… else I wouldn’t be able to solve disputes… but solving Nusko… that’s a whole different set of rules.’
Nusko landed in the cave with a perfect landing. Something he had perfected over the last seven years after developing an advanced warper. He looked around the dark, boiling hot cave. Ahead of him sat the chamber of inheritance, with the hand print firmly pressed into the wall.
Nusko took a few steps towards the hand, and placed his right hand on the mark. Slowly but surely, his family history started to be painted psychically on the wall. He noted his father, Kitiku Bryson, and mother, Isabella Jackson, looked young once more.
“Your aura is knowledge,” a figure appeared behind him without warning. “It is impure.”
Nusko turned around to face the figure. “You are blocking my way,” Nusko said, going towards the exit of the cave.
“Your aura is knowledge – it is impure,” the figure repeated.
“You are blocking my way,” Nusko repeated, and froze like a machine.
“Your aura is knowledge – it is impure,” the figure repeated once more, a little more stern this time.
“Nusko needs freedom,” Nusko said, coldly, frozen, “you are blocking my way.”
The figure let his ears rise for a moment before pulling them back once more, and glared back at him with a fierce look. “Nusko needs his freedom, but I am blocking his way. He hurts people for the sake of knowledge, but knowledge gained that way is always impure. Therefore, he must meditate on his actions before leaving.”
Nusko, speechless, stumbled onto his knees and grabbed his hair, starting to tug at it in a stressed out manner.
“It isn’t easy is it, Nusko?” Elio said calmly, teleporting into the cave suddenly and walked past the figure. “Your pain is different to theirs, you need to understand you aren’t like them, and they aren’t like you. They feel, and you can’t. It is how things are, and I am so sorry for it to be this way. Come, we shall meditate together.” he offered a hand to the frozen Nusko,
Nusko continued to pull his hair, frozen
.
Ellio sighed, “I guess you are too broken to understand right now.” He placed his hands on Nusko’s head, “It’s okay; it will be okay. Together we can win. We always could… beat your condition… but… I am only human. Well half-human.”
As the sun fell over the island, Elio sat in thought, watching Nusko trying his best at meditation, but clearly struggling.
‘It isn’t natural for him to shut down and block out the noise around him. His brain, it’s overloaded by what he wants, and it’s impossible for him to have it. Therefore, he needs to clear his mind and think on who he really is, not what he wants to be. It isn’t who you kill or hurt, rather those you help are the ones who truly will judge your soul. If you only hurt people, and have no one to judge you positively… well… you are doomed… aren’t they Tomso?’
This follows Nusko and his nephew Elio, and partly explores Nusko's mental condition, and want to understand emotion.
Mentally Trapped
Date: 15th June 2033
Nusko sat down at his desk, which was usually white and pure, just how he liked it. However, due to his absence a pile of dust had formed upon it. He quickly brushed off the dust that had formed there. ‘Dust makes working inefficient,’ he thought to himself, reaching into his personal research files. ‘Who to use to test today?’
He heard an alarm going off down the corridor, and jumped up, stressed.
“Don’t shout,” he said into the corridor, “Turn that off. Turn that off, don’t shout,” he repeated, making a fist. After a few moments the alarms stopped, and he returned to his desk. ‘So much noise. Noise is inefficient and hurts my head,’ he thought as he turned to his mirror and gazed upon himself in the reflection.
His black and brown side were lined up accordingly. His black hair on the right side of his body was neatly brushed and pulled back, mirroring the brown hair. His grey and brown eyes looked back at him.
“What it would be like to have feelings... I feel nothing,” he spoke to himself softly. “Emotion is a lie, but emotion is part of biology. I cannot understand biology without emotion,” he sighed. “After opening up a parallel world, how hard can it be to understand emotion, Zuka?” he whispered to the pink Ariados, napping on his desk.
“I have an IQ of 184, this cannot be that difficult. Yes I shall understand emotion, before I turn twenty one. Tomso is busy being a God… so I shall ask Elio for assistance, and Rela.” He reached into his pocket and started to tweak his brain teleporter. “I remember inventing this. Of course, Pokémon don’t have emotion, right Zuka?”
Zuka simply ignored him, and turned around.
With urgency he pressed the button and was teleported to Kishnar tower.
***
Elio sat at his desk, meditating. His black, blonde and pink hair was resting over the frame of his glasses, with his King’s Staff within reach. Before Nusko could say anything Elio stood up, calmly.“Uncle Nusko, you have come to see me? For what purpose? Ah yes, it becomes clear now. You wish to understand how to feel?” Elio opened his eyes. “You come to me on the day of my tenth birthday to request to understand emotion via biological dissection – denied.”
“You are being illogical,” Nusko scowled, crossing his arms, “it is the most efficient way.”
“It is also cruel, and merciless. Nusko, there is more to the world than science. I understand your brain won’t let you see that due to its crushing power and control over you. Therefore, I won’t punish you for your… request. Rather, I have a better solution,” he spoke softly, allowing his red eyes to turn pink for a moment as he scanned all the foreseeable futures. “Ah yes, of course, hmm okay, let’s see… ah this one. You shall go to the Cave of Origins and Myths, and sit there to meditate. “Yes that seems fair. Go, please, after all, mercy is what’s important.” Elio returned to his desk, and meditated.
Nusko grumbled a little about Elio’s inefficiency, before plugging in the information and co-ordinates of the cave and forcing himself to warp there.
‘The Cave… the one with him inside. The one who can see through us all, and judge us for who were truly are. I remember going there once long ago. He saw right through me. Mercy. I remember those words echoing in my mind. “Your aura is mercy. It is pure. Your soul is not.” I remember not understanding at first, but then it became clear, my soul was never just my own. Right, Cresselia?’ Elio thought to himself. ‘Brother of the King who abdicated, son of the chosen one – Lloyd, son of the one who created the disastrous split in time. I am glad I have my psychic capacity… else I wouldn’t be able to solve disputes… but solving Nusko… that’s a whole different set of rules.’
***
Nusko took a few steps towards the hand, and placed his right hand on the mark. Slowly but surely, his family history started to be painted psychically on the wall. He noted his father, Kitiku Bryson, and mother, Isabella Jackson, looked young once more.
“Your aura is knowledge,” a figure appeared behind him without warning. “It is impure.”
Nusko turned around to face the figure. “You are blocking my way,” Nusko said, going towards the exit of the cave.
“Your aura is knowledge – it is impure,” the figure repeated.
“You are blocking my way,” Nusko repeated, and froze like a machine.
“Your aura is knowledge – it is impure,” the figure repeated once more, a little more stern this time.
“Nusko needs freedom,” Nusko said, coldly, frozen, “you are blocking my way.”
The figure let his ears rise for a moment before pulling them back once more, and glared back at him with a fierce look. “Nusko needs his freedom, but I am blocking his way. He hurts people for the sake of knowledge, but knowledge gained that way is always impure. Therefore, he must meditate on his actions before leaving.”
Nusko, speechless, stumbled onto his knees and grabbed his hair, starting to tug at it in a stressed out manner.
“It isn’t easy is it, Nusko?” Elio said calmly, teleporting into the cave suddenly and walked past the figure. “Your pain is different to theirs, you need to understand you aren’t like them, and they aren’t like you. They feel, and you can’t. It is how things are, and I am so sorry for it to be this way. Come, we shall meditate together.” he offered a hand to the frozen Nusko,
Nusko continued to pull his hair, frozen
.
Ellio sighed, “I guess you are too broken to understand right now.” He placed his hands on Nusko’s head, “It’s okay; it will be okay. Together we can win. We always could… beat your condition… but… I am only human. Well half-human.”
***
As the sun fell over the island, Elio sat in thought, watching Nusko trying his best at meditation, but clearly struggling.
‘It isn’t natural for him to shut down and block out the noise around him. His brain, it’s overloaded by what he wants, and it’s impossible for him to have it. Therefore, he needs to clear his mind and think on who he really is, not what he wants to be. It isn’t who you kill or hurt, rather those you help are the ones who truly will judge your soul. If you only hurt people, and have no one to judge you positively… well… you are doomed… aren’t they Tomso?’
