Normality and Uniquness

Put the Pieces Together...

You were starting to understand now.

Those cameras, weren't cameras at all. They were real people, hanging from the walls like flies, monitoring everything you did, making sure you never tried anything.

You had more questions, most of which were answered by Jack.

That town had been suppressing your imagination. The land beyond was the emptiness it once filled, and if you could somehow manage to imagine a way out of this 'program', the project, what ever it was, would go bust. As a safety measure, 'they' enhanced your emotions, so you felt intimidated or hopeless, or just downright bored by the empty space.

As for where the brother and sister were the entire time you had been trapped in that place, even they didn't seem to know.

But, you still had some more questions.

Jack fell asleep a while ago, and Beige was concentrating. They had created copies of this ship, and trackers that would give off a signal similar to yours. It took intense concentration from time to time, to direct or redirect where they would go. I could be rather boring  there, inside the box with nothing better to do, but you soon got used to it. It was really no different than how you'd lived your life up until the siblings arrived. Your mind began to wander again. Not to anything significant, like 'how do I know these people are trustworthy?' or 'how would we escape should anything go wrong on this ship?' Rather, you just fantasized about the stories you could write.

You'd dreamed of becoming a somewhat famous author, not that you expected anything like that to happen in your current predicament. But you'd felt that you'd read enough to become a skeptical critic in the world of writing, and you felt you had good enough plot ideas already.

Although, they were all on your laptop back at the home.

You took a second to register that. You had only these two to keep you entertained. And this was going to be a very long trip, assuming everything went according to plan. And all the detours you would have to take, just to make sure your signal wasn't too obvious in heading one direction the entire time, unlike all the others that were zigzagging and looping in different directions.

You unconsciously let out a low groan, as you slid down your back into a sitting position. Beige didn't stir, but Jack did. He was sleeping right next to you, after all.

"Hey, [Y/N]?" He rubbed his eyes. Regardless of his behavior, he was actually quite open, according to Beige. It just took him a little while to adjust to the presence of other people.

You nod in acknowledgment, though you doubted he could see it.

"You okay?" Apparently he had night-vision.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"..."

"You're awfully quiet," he stated.

"You're one to talk," you replied.

"It's not my fault," he muttered, looking down. "My voice just, stops working when new people show up."

"Well then that's just nerves."

"No, it really isn't." Beige sat down next to her brother. Apparently she was finished, for now. "A part of a calm life is knowing what changes there might be with no uncertainty, so you are able to easily transition with the information you have. Change must be accepted, and embraced as well, but it can take time.

"Jack, being the introvert he is-" He elbowed her in the side, but she took no notice. "-can find it harder to adjust than normal. His voice literally stops working sometimes because in the back of his mind, gears are whirring as he's processing all that he can observe from you."

There's a small silence.

"That's actually kinda creepy..."

Jack scowls at the ground, and Beige laughs. A short, melodic noise that comes out in small bursts, rather than continuous intervals.

You wonder what Jack's laugh is like.

"Well then," Beige says, after she calms down. "Since we're gonna have plenty of quality time together, let's talk."

"About what?" you ask.

"Anything. We can talk about..."

"Songs." Jack smiles a bit.

"Yeah yeah, or about..."

"Colors."

"Yeah yeah yeah! Or about lights, or random science facts we know-"

"-or tell stories, or about where certain plants came from-"

"-and how to dance!" Beige takes Jack's hand, and you can hear them shuffling around in some kind of mock waltz.

"We can talk about fish-"

"Or the moon-"

"Or foods we like-"

"Or the games we play-"

"Or about life-"

"Or the birds-"

"Maybe some facts about random shows-"

"Or our favorite YouTube stars!"

"Or maybe we'll have time to talk about global warming-"

"Or the stupidity of politicians-"

"Or define words-"

"Or talk about ourselves-"

"And describe our ideals-"

"Or about the difference between dogs-"

"And cats-"

"Or the wind-"

"In the leaves-"

"And describe the smell of rotting fruit!" They laugh, and glide to a stop in front of you, nearly out of breath.

You're speechless.

After all, they talk so fast and about the most ridiculous things. But their voices melt together to be perfectly in tune with each other.

Even without seeing through the darkness, you could tell Beige's eyes changed again. Just the spark you could make out, and the wide grins on their faces. They were made to be with each other. They were two pieces, that fit perfectly together.

"...I think..."

"You think?" Beige sat down to your left, and Jack to your right.

"...I think, I get it now."

"Get what?" Jack asked.

"From now on, I'll try my best to escape. So we can talk some more."

They grinned even wider, if that was even possible, and a small smile appeared on your lips as well.

From now on, you'll but the pieces together, knowing that they will forever be entwined.