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deprived of feeling | gemi concept oneshot

One of the first oneshots I made in the discord server. I took the concept of Gemi losing her sense of touch after an incident with her evil mentor. This is the raw writing, so don't expect quality.

- A creator is a powerful being that makes universes in our story, OMverse.

- Sibyl is Gemi's real name. Gemi is an alias.

- This is not canon to her story.

Enjoy.
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People never truly understand just how essential touch is within an individual's daily life.

Sibyl didn't.

She wasn't aware just how wonderful it was to be able to feel the world around her. She never realized how much she took her capability to feel her brothers' hugs and warmth for granted. She didn't discern just how much she relied on touch to provide her comfort and stability in her life.

But, with all of it gone now, she wished she had appreciated it while she still had it.

Sibyl didn't know how it happened. One minute she felt searing pain course through her entire body, like she was being burned alive. The feeling was unbearable and she wished she had just scattered in the middle of it!

But then, after the horrible pain, she suddenly felt... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Sibyl had become unusually numb, like she was just a ghostly mirage in a dreamscape. She was terrified of this feeling. Did she pass out from the pain, or did she scatter again? It felt like it... but at the same time, it didn't.

She still saw the looming roof of the underground chamber she was in. She still heard her mentor's grating voice sneering down at her. She still smelled the summer air leaking through the artificial skylight high up on the cavern's roof. She still tasted the gross saliva in her mouth.

But she could no longer feel the cold stone underneath her. She couldn't even feel the weight of her own body or the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Was she even breathing?

The area then suddenly started to move... what was happening? Was she that badly disoriented from the pain? The cavern slowly shifted into her mentor's chambers. Was she being moved? Why couldn't she feel it? Acme's name, was she dreaming? Was this all just a bad dream? She hoped so... It was the only logical explanation for what she was experiencing.

Sibyl had tried to move, but her attempts seemed futile. She couldn't feel her limbs at all. She really needed to wake up. She needed a hug from her brother.

But... it wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream then, and it wasn't a dream now.

None of it was.

Sibyl stares down at her hands, expression blank. Slowly, she curls her fingers into fists. Where she should have felt the familiar brush of her fingertips against her palms was instead the familiar numbness.

She opens her hands again and reaches up to touch her face. Numb. Sibyl continues to pat her cheeks, her forehead, her mouth, her hair, everything. All numb.

She couldn't feel a single touch since that day.

And it scared her.

"Hey... sis. How are you holding up?" A soft voice cut through Sibyl's pondering, lulling her from her thoughts. She shifts her attention to the creator that appeared at her side, just realizing he had a hand resting on her shoulder. Her brother, Siseal, held a concerned expression, his eyes caring and warm as he gazes down at his little sister with his blind gaze.

Sibyl slowly blinks her eyes, shakily trying to make a smile. Unfortunately for her, it came out as an ugly grimace. "I-I'm doing fine, Siseal. Just... just a little tired, is all."

Siseal's antennae droop a bit at his sister's lie. She obviously wasn't doing okay! Not even a day ago had she watched her vile mentor get his "sentencing."

Not to mention the current condition she was in...

"Sibyl, you know you can tell me anything, right?" Siseal gently squeezes his sister's shoulder. His frown deepens at her lack of response to his gesture.

"I know... I just- I don't wanna talk about it," Sibyl mumbles, gaze lowering to the ground. She hugs herself. Numbness followed. The initial comfort she felt from doing it prior everything was nonexistent. How could she sought comfort in something she couldn't feel?

Siseal continues to blankly stare down at his precious little sister, sadness and rage crossing his face. How dare that wretched mentor do this to her? She had done nothing to be tormented in such a cruel manner! Nothing!

I hope Varius gives him a good taste of his own medicine, Siseal growls inwardly. That vile beast deserves every terrible thing coming his way.

Siseal quickly shook away his enraged thoughts once he heard a soft sniffle. Focusing on his little sister again, a heavy frown etches into his face once he felt the shivering of her body. Was she crying?

"Sis..." Siseal whispers, heart aching. He engulfs the child creator into a tight hug, wrapping her up in his cloak like all the times before. "I promise I will find a way to help you, Sibby. You aren't alone, and don't forget it! I'll be with you every step of the way."

He rocks back and forth, continuing to reassure his sister that he will fix her problem. But his words fell on deaf ears.

Sibyl's breathing pitches, tears quickly pouring down her face in streams. She desperately tried to squeeze her brother, unsure of whether she was hugging too tightly or too little. She couldn't feel the normal pressure of her weak child strength.

The child creator chokes on her sobs. What was wrong with her?! She couldn't feel Siseal's hugs anymore. She couldn't feel his warmth anymore.

She presses her face into her brother's chest. Why couldn't she feel his warmth? Why couldn't she feel his soft neck fluff? Why couldn't she be comforted by his loving, protective aura?

She needed to wake up. This was all a nightmare. It had to be!

Sibyl shuts her eyes tightly, trying to will away this terrible dream. Go away, go away, go away! You're just a bad nightmare. I wanna wake up with my brothers, all of us napping and hugging. I'm safe and comfy and warm. Go away!

...

Why won't she wake up...?