stobotnik

trauma

haha look whos back at writing megaaaa loser here imaagine anyways henlo hope u like my story and me thx

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day or days later hahahhahhahahs >:( les i want to strangle the author as well

Ivo woke up from a terrible vision. His past.

Not only it caused as who he is today and his villinary, but the lack of parenting from his parents affected him greatly for him to process certain things faster than average children. He learned how to walk at 9 months, addition and subtraction at 4, multiplication and division at 6, geometry and data at 8, and a full year 8 language arts curriculum at 11. You could say he's intelligent, but it's all based off of childhood trauma. Poor Ivo was groomed. Slightly molested. His mother wasn't the best. His father recently divorced his mother when he was 7. He remembers these days like it was yesterday.

"Irlene, I can't take this anymore! You and this freakish son, and it is lowering my fucking self esteem,-"

"Rob, I know, but he's just an early bird! I have no idea what the fuck you do late at night lying that it's work, but I KNOW it's not something good! We have a child for fuck's sake!"

"And do you even know how to take care of him? Your fat ass is always eating, sleeping, and shitting! I do not see "taking care of Ivo" in that bullshit to-do list!"

"I am fucking trying! And where are you? Banging women? You know my pregnancy was not easy! Ivo was fucking molested by your shit-ass uncle! You were there but didn't do shit!"

"I can't, I can't I just.. I want a divorce. I know it's not well for Ivo, but he'll get used of it. I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore."

"Rob.."

Ivo was standing by the doorway, witnessing everything. He didn't feel tears streaming down his cheeks, he just watched. He held onto a stuffed toy and broke crayons in his fist. His father slammed the door, leaving to who knows where. Ivo's mother sunk to the floor in sobs, tears, wails. She spotted Ivo coming close to her.

"It's all because of you!" she slapped Ivo across the face. "If you were fucking normal then maybe your shit father would've stayed!" Ivo head was still rotated in the position he was slapped in. His cheek stung. His heart broke. His tears filed his whole eyes to the point everything was blurry. His mother ran to her room slamming the door, yelling and crying. Ivo didn't do anything. He couldn't.

Ivo instantly woke up. He had fallen asleep in his workspace. His eyes were watery. Water leaked down his cheeks. He was. Crying? He hadn't felt that in a long time. He plunged his palms to his eyes, trying to make the tears stop. It's cheesy. Corny. He hated that feeling. The bottom of his palms was soaked. Suddenly, someone came in.

"D-Doctor, are you alright?" Stone gently put his hand on the Doctor's shoulder. Extremely worried, Stone gripped his shoulder a bit tighter. "I'm fine, I think the caffeine is just hitting. Leave me be, Stone." Ivo attempted to dissolve the tear in his eyes. Stone's hand slid to Ivo's upper back. "Please call me if you need me, Sir. I am always here." the agent said quietly. He left with a slight frown. Ivo forced himself back to work.

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pebble pov

It's not the first time I've witnessed the Doctor get emotional. Although it's rare and he hates it, I feel like there more to the inside of his heart. But that's not my job. I know it isn't, but sometimes to all the time I just want to scoop him up in my arms. I could, but I'd probably be dead the next day. I don't think the Doctor would appreciate emotional affection; he thinks it's weak, and who'd want a hug from their agent?

I didn't really leave the room, I grabbed a premade latte and placed it on the Doctor's cabinets in his workspace. He had bags under his eyes and had a depressing expression. His cat like eyes darted on the tech screen, trying to study a certain project he plans to publish to the government. I stood beside him, trying to get a well look on his face. He looked tired. Restless. Nocturnal. Upset. I couldn't anymore, I just..

I grabbed onto his hand and sunk my finger though his knuckle. I grabbed on tight to his hand, feeling the leather of the glove on his palm. What do I do? I don't know. I just stood like that. I stared at his project, not taking my eyes off the screen. I love Ivo. I don't care anymore of what he does. Just don't hurt me.

I felt his eyes do onto my face. I think he hesitated of what to do next. I felt him slightly shaking. I knew he was nervous. I let him process through each emotion while I held his hand. I held it a bit tighter. He didn't say a word. He lowered his head for a second to try and hide emotions on his face. I just knew it. I don't care however he takes this, it's both beneficial for him and I. Holding his hand is just a weird feeling for me, but I hope the Doctor takes this as beneficial.