Selescte Origins

Undetermined Memories

The curtains blocking the windows were flushed open by a breeze of wind, allowing bright, blinding sunlight to make its way into the room the boy had been.. kept in.

He no longer felt this was his room, not after what he saw the night before.

The sound, sharp and quick to his ears.

The feeling, of his mind becoming overwhelmed and his heart pounding faster until it felt like it couldn't fit in his chest.

The sight, of seeing such a kind, patient and gentle man- his saviour, striking another across the face with a cold, dead expression.

He was petrified. And rightfully so, because the yells he swore he heard echoed through his mind until he was paralyzed, there was vibration and movement all around him, and his body could not move without disrupting it in a sharp zap.

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Breakfast with Elias was rather dull, and boring today; on Selescte's side at least. Elias went on about how the boy's schedule was packed with training, exercise, lunch, cooking, cleaning, and a ton of other things that Selescte could not bother boring himself to listen to. He gets it, he's really busy and has no free time for messing around or screwing things up today. It has been 2 weeks since the incident- or, sorry. What incident? I swore something had happened in the earlier story, didn't it? Oh well, the boy has had issues with memory ever since he got here. He has also felt more obedient and tired, slightly drowsy even. Which, what the fuck, literally none of those feelings cooperated with eachother but okay man.

Once the long, awkward, and unmistakably boring dinner was over, the boy was sent off to complete a task. Elias wouldn't shut up about how important this task was, so the boy straightened his back, cuffed his sleeves, and decided to fully wake up. Which, was not needed in the end because this important task was to go through emails, send emails, and arrange open times and dates for a shipment of fabric to arrive. Though it didn't help that the person he was speaking to wasn't the kindest.

– "'Kay, Friday will work then."

Reply from DOA,

– "What about Saturday?"

Reply from Supplier,

– "Uh, no that won't work."

Reply form DOA,

– "Why not? It says here that you deliver on weekends, there shouldn't be a problem.."

Reply from Supplier,
– "Fine, Saturday then."

Selescte was confused, the man didn't even protest on why not Saturday after seeming to make a big deal out of it. He sighed, confirming the dates and times with the man a couple more times, since this guy seemed to abruptly change his mind out of nowhere.

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His body ached from repeating the same motions over and over. He liked to clean, but his body was against it. Sinking the mop back into the bucket filled with water and.. Whatever else people would use to clean floors. He doesn't know what any of these weird things are! Apparently he isnt allowed to use the bleach, which just sounds like the beach. And everything has weird company names, like Swiffer or Mr Clean. Then there's just bleach.

Once he got to cleaning the fireplace, he realized how fun it was. There wasn't any reason he liked it in particular.. He just liked to poke at ashy wood and clean it out afterwards.

Halfway through his task of cleaning, he realized that rich people usually just hire cleaners. Did he accidentally sign himself into being the personal maid of this place or what? He had so much to do, and none of these things could he ever imagine Elias doing. Seriously, he has gotta read up on that contract he signed..