Nesscas Oneshot Haven

Emotions of Lucas

Sad Lucas

The therapist's office. A cold, fearful place. The walls were so white, Lucas swore he could see himself reflected off of them. He was waiting. For what exactly? He didn't know. All he knew was that he needed to wait. And whatever he was waiting for would pop up for him. The creaking of the door caught Lucas's attention. Someone walked in. It was himself. He came closer before sitting in his chair, crossing his legs. He stared into Lucas's eyes, glaring at his spirit.

"How is it that you go about defining good and evil?" he asked Lucas. Lucas just tilted his head, confused by the question. He opened his mouth to try and speak but-

"Do you blame yourself?" Lucas looked to the left to see another chair and another of him. He was more serious, however. There was no hint of a smile on his face. No hint of any good left inside him. But Lucas still was confused.

"What?"

"Well, it's quite common in this situation for a patient to feel a kind of guilt." Lucas looked around the room. The walls felt like they were closing in on him. His heart began picking up the pace. His mind was racing. He heard a simple sound that kicked him from these feelings, a snap. He looked back at his second therapist.

"What...situation?" The two therapists stood up and walked closer to each other. That was when a third one appeared in front of Lucas. Lucas didn't have enough time to react before the third touched Lucas's forehead.

"The accident." Lucas fell back. His eyes were slowly closing, but as they were, he began to cry. There could only be one accident he was referring to.

Before he knew it, he was strapped to a metal bed as the memories began flooding his brain. He couldn't rip them out of his head. He tried and tried and tried, but nothing seemed to work. He tried getting out of the bed so he could do something about the memories, but he was locked tightly. His mind temporarily took a break as he heard some footsteps on the cold and hard cement floor. He doesn't know what's happening. Why he suddenly appeared here, but he never had the proper time to actually think about it.

Soon enough, a version of himself came into view. He stood there, in a black suit with a blood stain splattered onto it. His face looked dead. His eyes were stuck in an eternal gaze of shock. He came closer and put his hands behind his back. "Are you tormented by memories?" Lucas tried to speak, but nothing came out. All that happened was the memory popping back in. He screamed as he tried to break from it. "Burdened by guilt." The other Lucas put his hand on Lucas's trapped hand. Lucas looked at him, hoping he was able to free him somehow. However, all he did was take his hand back. "Now the question is, are you ready for more."

Lucas shook his head valiantly. He didn't want more. He didn't even want this one. He continued to shake his head, but he wasn't doing it normally. He had no control over his body, he thought he was shaking his head...but he was nodding.

"If you are, we ought to talk." A voice came from the darkness of the dungeon-like room. The other Lucas stepped aside as two distinct red eyes appeared in the darkness. The eyes were terrifying...yet comforting. Lucas felt at ease as he stared into the bloodshot eyes. He felt safe. He stepped out of the darkness and it was just another version of Lucas. But this one has red eyes and a glowing red mouth. He stepped over to Lucas with the blood-stained outfit. "This..." he began, "This contains my power."

A thought came to Lucas's head and it made him feel like there was a ton of pressure on his chest. He let out a pained scream. The other Lucas looked at him and chuckled softly. "This is what that fool wants." Lucas struggled to look over at him. "Beautiful specimens like yourself suffer from guilt." Lucas felt tears rush down his face. He opened his mouth, trying to talk. But all he could get out was