Shot In The Dark - An Eddie Munson & Y/N Story

10 ~ Peter? Henry? 001?

"005? Wake up sleepy head..." I heard the increasingly familiar sound of Peters voice again, I'd seen him three more times since I was in the hospital, each time it felt more and more like I was awake and we were face-to-face. My eyes fluttered open but quickly burned from the fluorescent lights above me, harshly blinking as I tried to adjust. "005?" he called out again as I felt a warm hand against my shoulder, my eyes finally adjusted and as I sat up, Peter was standing beside the firm bed I was sleeping on, I looked around the room and my heart sank... I was in my old room at the lab. How did I get here?!

"Peter? What am I doing here?!"  my heart started pounding out of my chest, this felt less like a dream or a nightmare, but like I was really there, in that awful place. "I brought you here, 005. There's something I needed to show you..." his voice still held that warm, velvety tone it always did, making me immediately feel at ease. He held out his hand and I took it in mine, standing up from the bed to find myself back in a hospital gown and slippers, but my hair still the same as my real life. "Why am I here, Peter?" I asked as we started walking down the long corridor towards the old play room, he paused at the door and turned to face me, his hands holding on to my shoulders as he spoke. "There's something you need to see, something about 011. I've brought you here to show you the day she escaped in 1983." 1983... How? Wait, the fight? She told me about a fight, but like Peter said, she lies... just like Papa.

"This might upset you, 005. But you need to see it." he warned before he pressed the doors open, showing a young 011 standing in the middle of the room, Peter, or rather, a second Peter was pressed against the far wall covered in blood as she held her arm out toward him. I walked into the room, utterly speechless at her power, only to have my stomach turned at the sight of the other children spread across the floor, their arms and legs contorted into unnatural positions, their faces maimed as their mouth gaped opened with empty eye sockets. "I- no. No!" I sobbed, collapsing to the floor beside 012, my hand reaching out to hold his. 012 was so small when I left, so sweet and so naively happy to be here, he and 010 were the closest to me during my time here. Being older than them, I tried to protect them, would've given my life for them. I felt awful about leaving them behind, but they were programmed differently, they actually embraced being here.

"011 did this to them. She killed them. All of them." Peter knelt beside me as he spoke, placing his hand on my shoulder while I sobbed. My body shaking with an internal fury as I looked at the back of 011, "Why?" I snapped, sharply turning my head to look at him. He stood to his feet and walked over to 011, gesturing me to join him. I stood opposite him glancing between him and 011 and like a paused movie, the scene in front of us began to play out. The Peter held against the wall began to writhe and grunt in an attempt to break free, 011 began to scream as her outstretched hand turned to a claw, the blood pouring from her nose and ears as her scream reverberated off the white, tiled walls. Peter began to scream in agony as a blinding light burned through his chest, his body turning to dust and drifting into the air as the light burned brighter and brighter. 011 let out a final piercing, shaking scream as Peters body dissolved into a blackened smoke and ash around us, the while light turning to a red and orange glow until he was gone. The space on the wall where he was pulsed an orange glow until it was gone. The only thing that remained was a small crack in the tiles as the room fell silent.

"You told me that 011 said I was 001... I was. My name was Henry, I was sent to Papa after my father killed my family. The devastation of losing my mother and sister changed me, activated powers within me. Papa wanted to use those powers. But Papa couldn't love more than one of his "children" at any one time. Papa only loved the powerful ones and that wasn't me. He made me worthless, nothing. Named me Peter and raised me to care for his new pets. Until I found you, 005." El was right. He was 001. What is she was telling the truth about this Vecna thing? I couldn't ask him about Vecna right out as El said it was just a name they gave him, but I could at least ask about the murders.