Chromatober 2024 - Steve Lab Edition

Day 31 - Sunset

World / Series: Steve Lab
Timeline: ?????
Overall Feeling: Ambiguous Melancholy
AU: Steve Lab
Characters: Prof. Favre
Settings: The Lab
Word Count: 712

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Prof. Favre hums as he walks through the lab, not having done so in quite some time in all honesty, not since he had first constructed the Lab with his own two hands. It was painful work, having taken many years to actually accomplish, contrary to the others belief that he had done it in less time. But it wasn't his fault that he wanted to be as perfectly cautious as possible.

He really didn't want to hastily make something and it would become a liability later on, after all. He does value safety above all else.

Mostly because he would rather not let anyone suffer the same way he had long ago.

And by long ago, he meant a few centuries ago. Seriously, he had not expected to be in a comatose state for that long, sure his suffering was needed for the twenty third and twenty fourth prompt, but still. He really didn't expect it to seriously take that long to convince Saga to help him.

Shockingly enough, Saga had not expected his assistants to take that long to seek help from it, having expected it no sooner than a week at most, not centuries.

Prof. Favre wasn't sure if he should be proud or concerned by his Assistants, his dearest childrens, unwillingness to bother his creator that he so evidently feared on a daily basis. Mostly since he did lost his eye, well, both in that fight, but he only got that one good eye he always had.

His missing eye had been left tainted by the Void for so long that it's near impossible to even recover, not that he's upset by it. He really didn't care if he got that eye back or not, he wasn't too upset by it, it just makes him more menacing to look at, well, when he wants to be a menace anyways.

Which doesn't happen often.

Nonetheless, he thinks back on everything that had ever happened to him, from the first prompt he had found himself in and the last one in which he is doing nothing, but aimlessly wandering through his lab as he reminisces about his time here.

Truly, it's a miracle how he had gone from just barely crawling out of the Void with no proper identity to claim as his own to the well known psychotic and more or less masochist of a Professor that many have evidently both feared and respected. In a way that no others could properly explain actually.

Even he himself was unsure how he had kept that reputation to how it is now.

Or how he had gotten the reputation in the first place actually, how did he even manage it when he doesn't even interact with a lot of people to warrant it.

Then again, it wouldn't be a shocker if it had been a rumor in the Cafe AU and it just exploded from there.

Nonetheless, he had gone through so much, so have his childrens– was it really right to call his Assistants, his creations, as his childrens? He wasn't entirely sure, but somehow...just accepting the idea makes him feel as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He wasn't sure why that would be the case, but it was fine.

He supposed it's part of moving on and looking forward to the future instead of dwelling on the past for so long.

And yet...

He steps outside as he looks at the sky. The very first thing he had seen when he had escaped the void, the very thing that he looked forward to seeing everyday without failure. The very thing that gave him the motivation to keep moving on, even when he really shouldn't have lived as long as he had.

He smiles as he gazes at the sunset, basking the world in a beautiful shade of yellow-orange red to a pale pinkish-violet that ends with an indigo fading into midnight blue.

Truly, what a beautiful sight.

The Sunrise may be the reason he keeps moving forward without failure, but the Sunset is what kept reminding him that he had lived another day and can rest for the time being.