DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

Where am I?

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Recovery!DC being forced into questioning over January 6th despite not being ready....and slowly loses his grip 

DC felt so small.

The room was closing in around him, he felt hot underneath his clothes, he was barely processing anything around him, unsure if any of it was real.

Where was he? He couldn't remember.

He looked blearly out into the crowd of people as the person in front of him went on and on, trying to put names to faces. All their faces were distorted, no features just staring back at him, not making a move as he sweated. Why was he here? Why couldn't he remember?

There was a low tone in his ears as someone yelled, one of the blank faces with a blue tie, he thought he recognized the person but his mind immediately wiped it, making him whimper out in pain.

"And is it true...."

Is it true what? He wasn't sure of anything anymore. All the words the blank face in front of him was saying fell to the wayside as he tried to settle himself. Someone, California, yes he was dating someone named California, taught him breathing exercises? What were they again? Why was he here? Why can't he go home?

Where was home?

"That's enough he can barely...."

The blue tied blank face was speaking again, but the storm in his ears barely allowed DC to process it. He started snapping against his thigh, wishing the ground would swallow him up. He just wanted someone to tell him where he was, who he was, why these people were talking to him. DC barely registered the blank face talking to him until he was snapped back to attention.

"That's it, isn't it?" The blank face asked. "You don't know how to do your job."

What? That's not true! He knew his job! Wait...what was his job? The blue tie was yelling again, and someone else was yelling back at them. DC couldn't register anything that was going on.

"Tell the court. Tell your family....tell America....you can't do your job." The blank face hissed.

"I...." DC could feel the words melting against his tongue, more yelling. DC could barely breathe. He wanted to go home, he didn't trust this place, he didn't trust anyone around him.

"THAT'S ENOUGH JOSH." The blue tie yelled.

DC swallowed hard.

All he could hear was yelling, loud voices, crashes and the sound of gunshots. He could feel himself tucking himself underneath a set of stairs, crying hard, praying no one would find him, hoping to be reunited with his loved ones.

"Answer. The. Question. You don't know how to do your job." DC was shaking and looked up at the blank face but saw no mercy, despite never seeing his eyes. The shouting was louder, someone was getting out of control, all DC wanted was to disappear.

"I don't. I....allowed everything to happen on January 6th." DC heard himself say, despite a small part of him screaming that it wasn't true. He jumped up at the sound of the blank face in front of him getting thrown on the floor, someone, DC didn't recognize who, whaling on him and punching him into the floorboards. The entire open area of the....court? Were they in court? The entire floor was surrounded as DC looked around frantically, he needed out and he needed out now. Through the distortion he spotted doors, and without trying to find someone he knew, dashed away from the madness out of the door, letting the cool air of the new space hit him.

DC still didn't know where he was, why he was here, why the people walking around the space, more blank faces, just stared at them as they passed.

All he knew was he needed out.