Fix Me

Chapter One; It

Floating inside yourself is oddly therapeutic.

An odd first few words to start the story, but suitable ones, nonetheless.

To fix what's broken later on, you keep the pieces together.

You preserve them just as they were.

You hold them in place within a trusted container until you have what you need.

This is no different, you must understand, that the tar covering the child's body is not a prison, nor is it a mask or a suit, it is a container.

It holds the broken child inside, until it finds something to fix the shattered bones.

That is its purpose.

It must be strong until the child awakens, until the mending can begin.

It defines itself on power, and it being a container for a being of negative emotion gives it power in that area.

To keep the child from dying from power overdose, it takes on the burden of sorting and tirelessly working to do what must be done, to be strong for the child who could never catch a break.

There is consequence, there always is, but it has time.

It had to take their name, to absorb the child's previous role. It was the only way to integrate itself without suspicion.

It despised the other half to the child it held for what they'd done. How could it not? Instead of listening when they had a voice, the other denied until they couldn't speak, and then had the audacity to act as if the betrayal was unwarranted. 

The one in yellow had asked for this.

The black and blue simply complied.

It found others, broken and in need of fixing, while on its quest to fix the one inside. Its nature was to fix what was broken, and so it was only a matter of time before it tried to fix them too.

It couldn't hold them like it could the one inside, but it could keep them close, hold them dear, gift them with help, and make sure they always had a place to go.

And it worked, they came and let themselves be helped by it. It was ecstatic, it could do what it always wanted to do and practice for the inevitable truth that must come to be.

One day, it knew, it would disappear, but today wasn't that day, it thought with a little smile as it awoke from its state of defenselessness to the room it had claimed as its own. The others it took in were confused why it had taken this room in particular, and it was too tired to explain what was to come so they never knew why.

The ceiling was black, as were the walls, but they were painted with little stars and moons. The floor was covered in plush carpet, and the bed was just big enough to fit its body while curled in on itself. There was a small wardrobe in front of the bathroom-closet door, to the confusion of others, filled with hoodies and shorts and shoes alike. The room behind was partly a bathroom with fish-patterned walls, and the other part was cut off just by another wall to a closet filled with children's clothes, as the one it held didn't age while inside. A small desk sat in the corner, a spinning chair with wheels for feet pushed in. It knew the child would like that when they took over. A locked chest sat right by the bed, it was black with silver markings, and it held soft toys of many varieties. 

Only it had seen inside since it had been taken.

It stood, uncurling the thick, slimy tentacles and popping its back. It groaned a bit, both from satisfaction and annoyance.

It loved those it saved, but they were...a lot.

The crashes and screams started, and it opened the door to go down the many, many flights of stairs. It would have to add something less tiring later on, this many stairs were a crime.

"If you all are trying to climb on the chandelier again, I swear to all that is in my grasp that I will ground you for a whole year!"

The crashing continued, and it put its characteristic scowl on its face. It had to keep appearances, after all. When it stepped out, it was baffled to see those it had saved being attacked by the twin of the one it held close.

Dream, the one who did nothing to stop the breaking of one that needed them more than anyone else.

They weren't alone, Ink and Blue on either side. It suspected they weren't just friends, but it truly didn't care. It hated them too much to care for their love life, even though it knew the one it was created for would have tried to babble on about how nice the other's potential partners looked.

The little kid wouldn't care that they hated them, they would like them anyway. They were too loving for their own good.

"Now!"

It felt a liquid touch the tentacle that had stretched out to attack the intruder, and it pulled it back with a hiss. Its single eye widened as it saw the tar begin to melt at an alarming rate, and it was slowly spreading its influence.

This was out of its expectations.

It should have had more time, a few more years at worst, not a few more minutes.

"I finally found out what you were, and I finally found out how to get rid of you and get my brother back. You can't trap him anymore."

It hated the words that insolent fool spoke, but the pain was too much for it to backtalk in the moment. The child wasn't a boy, it knew better than anyone that they were neither. Dream, the fool, sorted both of them into binary genders to help others better understand the story they told. But it knew, it knew they didn't feel either way, that they preferred the middle, but they did this to themself. It finally spoke.

"The only one trapping your sibling is you. You call them what they're not for what, the satisfaction of others? I am helping, more than you know, and this will only hurt them. Now..."

It lifted its arm, pointing at the yellow, brown and blue.

"LEAVE!"

A blast of energy escaped its fingers, forcing the trio through a portal and putting the universe on lockdown. Nobody could get in or out without breaking laws of the multiverse, except Error. Error was some other level of God that nobody understood, but it was helpful since it didn't have the time to alter permissions individually.

"Boss, your tentacles!"

They were melting into a puddle around it, and it looked down in contempt. If only the foolish child understood what they just did.

"What did he-"

"They...they found out my purpose on a fundamental level...to contain a person inside until something could happen, and I'm guessing they thought that thing was their death...hah...the fool..."

"Are you going to be okay...?"

"No... I'll be gone in just a bit...and the brother that they wanted will be back...they made me to keep them safe...to fix them...and their foolish sibling ruined me...they won't be happy..." 

It coughed, some of the same tar escaping its mouth.

"And with me gone...the damage will sink in fully...every hit I've taken will hurt them...please...fix them...because I couldn't...also... install a freaking elevator...for all that is good...there are way too many stairs..."

All went black, it felt itself lose influence, and the slightly glowing white bones of the one it carried began to show.

It smiled in its last seconds, knowing the hands catching them were safe.