Songs for the Captors

Fairly Local

"Your head hurtth, doethn't it?" You mumble, watching your descendant shiver in the corner. He was so little, so young, so insecure. He was you. Younger, insecure you. You despised that you. But, you learned how to comfort that you, especially during a migraine like the one he has.

I'm fairly local, I've been around. I've seen the streets you're walking down.

You settle next to him and rubs his temples. He shakes less and less until he's quiet, but still uncomfortable. It was expected seeing as he was obviously killed violently and therefore thrown into the dreambubbles and you had startled him. You scared him even more once he recognized who you were and he, of course, knew what you did. You weren't the best person and it wasn't anyone young who didn't really know that. You consider meeting with Signless was your reconciliation for your life before him and your life after him to be you falling back into yourself.

I'm evil to the core, what I shouldn't do I will.

"You're quiet, aren't you?" It's been three days and still no talking from your little descendant. He mostly just makes agreeing or disagreeing noises and purrs when you pet him. You get the feeling he wasn't really like this. You don't even know his name yet, but you know you and at the moment, he gives you the feeling that he was basically you, just younger. He looked around six sweeps (facewise anyway, your descendant was kind of tall, taller than you even...), so he was just six sweep you. You truly did like him.

"Are you really ath bad ath people thay you are?" It's the first time he speaks, but he doesn't look at you. You blink because of all the things, he had to ask you that. You don't know how to answer that question. Are you truly evil?

Is that who I truly am?

"I don't know, kid. All of my fuckery became yourth, like the voiceth and the everything, but that wathn't thomething I could control, yeah? Tho I'm not evil when it cometh to you, but everything elthe..." You pause, thinking and humming quietly. Now you have a question for him. "Do you think I'm evil?"

"I don't know you. Everything I've heard came from hithtory bookth. They painted you ath evil. I'm not that judgemental." He mumbles, keeping his eyes cast on the ground. You snort and then find yourself laughing. Your descendant was so honest with you, you loved it. He watches you, a little worried and you simmer down to quiet chuckles.

"I know what I am. If you wanna learn, I'll tell you." You grin because you're naturally menacing and he huffs through his nose. But you finally have a chance to tell someone that you aren't just a menacing murderer. Everyone has redeeming qualities.

I know who I truly am. I truly do have a chance. Tomorrow I'll switch the beat to avoid yesterday's dance.

After days, time isn't really a thing in the dreambubbles you realized, your descendant was fully aware of you. He agreed with you on some things, but still found you to be ridiculously violent. You shrugged and simply hummed, letting him think that way. It made sense to you, but not to most others. You also finally found out his name. His name was Sollux, fully Solluxxander, but it was amazing. He hated it, but you didn't mind because it was an even 12.

~~~Finish line~~~

A/N: THIS SONG WAS SO HARD TO WRITE AHGHFWDNJWNDDF BECAUSE IT'S ABOUT LIKE IRL LIFE THINGS AND THIS IS A FANFICTION, LIKE??????? But, until next time with an easier fucking song, I mean, what. - Sollux

Underline #1: I have a headcanon that Sollux is actually pretty tall even tho we're like the same age. I know some tall 13 year olds or knew since we're all like 14 now. I dunno, the point is Sollux is tall.