Debris

Good Company (3)

As in "Good Company" 2 and 1, the setting is the same. If you don't know what I'm talking about then head over to the other two chapters, links in the description.


The Host...

"So what makes him so special?" Dr. Smith questioned her. "Is his brother the Author?"

"As described by Mark Fishbach the Author and the Host are two entirely different people." Katelyn flipped a page on her clip board. "I've only briefly went over the Author's paperwork but he's considerably more dangerous than the host. From what we know. The host narrates moments as they happen or before they happen, but we have the choice to change them, which he still then predicts the change. The Author sends out nano bites to every person within his presence."

"Have we pinpointed why or where they go?"

"The Author's nano bites attack the primary motor cortex of the brain, causing them to generate neural impulses that temporarily take control of the person."

"Which is why his narrarations actually happen even if we refuse."

"Exactly. We keep a steady count of how many nano bites occupy him because then we know if he had sent any out to others."

Dr. Smith looked through the two way glass at the host who sat comfortably in his seat. "And he's shown no sign of this ability?"

"No, he hasn't. It's hard enough to break him out of a third person perspective." Kat sighed. "And with that, I'll see you in a few hours."

"Good luck, doctor." Smith pat her on the back.

She let out a long sigh before walking towards the door and entering the room.

(REMEMBER TO ITALISIZE THE TEXT ASSHOLE)

"Dr. Duce enters the room with a clip board in hand. The Host is interested in her visit." The Host spoke.

A confused look fell across her face.

" Dr. Duce fell into confusion. She wondered how the Host had seen her if his eyes are covered." He smiled. " 'Wouldn't you like to know?' the host smirked.' "

"I would like to know, but — you've asked us kindly to not remove the band around your eyes. So I've complied." She folded her hands on the table.

"The Host often wonders why Dr. Duce is so curious about him."

"I'm curious about all of you..egos..." She didn't like using that term. It sounded unprofessional and above all childish.

"Dr. Duce did not like to use the word ego. The Host, though, reassured her that it was appropriate. 'Sometimes there are no other words to use' The Host breathed.' "

"Let's start simple, Host. You're one of the only ones open to conversation in a — logical manner. That being said, I'd like to propose you speak to me in first person perspective. That you stop narrating."

"The Host lightly chuckled. Little did Dr. Duce know, the Host can't stop narrating."

"Why can't you stop?"

The host clasped his hands together on the table, leaning in towards her slightly. "The Author would know. The Author would win. The Host cannot let the Author win."

"So the Author... That's interesting."

"Dr. Duce leaned back in her chair —"

Kat jumped lightly as he predicted her movement, she continued on with it anyway.

"— not fully sure how to under stand the situation. She had always thought that the Host and the Author were the same people until she further researched it."

"I had. I found out you two are very different as well, but you two are also the only ones who narrate a situation."

"The Host was curious about her findings. Would they be of use to him?"

Katelyn unclipped her paperwork from her clip board. "I'll read them to you, unless you'd like to take a crack at it."

"Dr. Duce began reading the paperwork to the Host, seeing as that the Host couldn't see." He waved his hand in front of his 'eyes'.

"Sure you can't," She sighed. "Where would you like me to begin?"

"The Host waited patiently as Dr. Duce began reading her most interesting findings to him."

"Right, well, for starters, you can't see but still have the ability to — see. We've narrowed it down to the fact that your nano bites are using their sensors to detect all that's around you. That being said, you can see, just not like me or anyone else. You can tell where I'm at but you can't tell me what color my eyes are or my hair —"

"The Host then interrupted her to compliment her beautiful light brown eyes, the color of chestnuts, as well as her dark brown hair, similar to the color of Oak wood." A smile formed on his face.

She didn't speak for several moments. "I'm not sure if I should thank you or rip up my paper work." Kat adjusted her voice then continued on. "We often tried to compare you to the other because of your narrating abilities. While he is able to force people to act out his narration, you simply predict that actions or thought by narrowing down the options."

"The Host was highly impressed by the doctors research. She had the best guess out of everyone, but still she did not fully understand."

"What am I not understanding?" She wrinkled her brow.

He looked as though he was looking right through he body. She couldn't even see his eyes, if he even had any.

"The Host gazed at her, then looked to the right at the water bottle on the table."

Her eyes followed his to the bottle of water that was brought in of him.

"The bottle of water suddenly fell off the table."

And it did. Neither of them touched the container but suddenly it tipped off and over the side of the table falling to the floor.

Katelyn's heart rate raised and she became nervous. He was showing the same abilities as the Author, but worse. Actually Items were moving about this time. Was it telekinesis? Was it the nano bites doing that? Questioned moved about through her mind, while her eyes never left the spot where the bottle once sat

"Doctor Duce remained quiet for several moments. The Host wondered what was going through her mind."

"Everything I thought I knew about you was wrong." She suddenly yanked her paper work from her clip board.

"Doctor Duce held the papers between her hands, but decided after all to keep them. She had worked hard on them."

The amount of frustration was overwhelming to her, "Try again." She gripped the top and ripped the paper, splitting it down the middle, then dropped it on the table. "Back to square one." She held her hand in her hands while staring at the table.

"Why..would you do that?" The Host questioned, his voice soft and almost hurt.

Katelyn stopped mid-frustration and looked up at him. "...said the Host." She finished out for him, surprised he didn't do it himself.

"That's not — that's not what was supposed to happen. You were supposed to continue your research. You were supposed to always get so close but never right there." He was becoming very emotional about the subject.

"Host, I can see you're a bit...upset... over this, but you do realize I have my hands full, correct?

"No. no. no. no. no. no." He took the papers off the table and began pushing them together like two puzzle pieces. "We can correct this. We can continue on."

"There are other ego's all of which I've been put in charge of. My team is limited, as is my time. If I had more time I would —"

"Than make more time!" He suddenly slammed his fists on the table.

She jumped back in her seat.

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"Should we send someone in Dr.?"

"No.." Paused Dr. Simpson. "Let's see where this is going.."
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She was scared, decently afraid. He has never shown violent tendencies such as this before. Ever. Was it the nano bites? Or was her generally angry? There wasn't much information on the Host, but mainly because he was never able to have a full character.

Kat studied him and decided to try and bring him back to reality. Rather, his reality.

"The Host's fists were clenched tightly." She spoke in 3rd person. "But the longer he sat there, the more he began to understand. The Doctor he spoke with daily was a very busy person. She had put in more time with the Host than any other ego."

The Host's exterior relaxed. "Is that so?"

"The Host inquired." She breathed. "You're very mysterious, far more mysterious than Dark. We know what he wants. We know what he is, but we don't know anything about you — well — not as much as we'd like to know. And especially after today, we have more questions than answers."

"The Host pondered in thought about Mrs. Duce's information. She seemed to be telling the truth, the honest truth," He paused. "The Host then wondered how he could be of assistance to the Dr.?"

A smile spread across her face. "It depends on how much you're willing to work with us, Host."

"The Host was willing to worth with the Doctor and her team, but he wanted something in return for his hard work."

"Of course." She leaned back in her chair. "I'm sure we can be reasonable, what would you like?" She thought this would be a cake walk. He'd probably ask for a bigger room, or maybe even an office of some sort. What ever it was she was ready to give it to him.

"I would like to write a book-"

"That works for me."

"- about you."

Her chair came crashing back to all fours. "I'm sorry?"

"I would like to write a book about you. I would need to spend several hours of the day studying you, perhaps a type writer for my room."

"I would expect this from the Author but not from you. Why a book and why me?"

"Why indeed." He smirked. "In return the Host will work with you in any means necessary. I wish to be seen though, as a partner, not a "hamster" like my counter parts..."

"And after you write your "book", then what?"

"The Host will remain your partner. The Host feels as thought he and Dr. Duce can make great discoveries together. You discovered me, after all."