Final Space Oneshots

Do You Get Tired Of This?

Please read White Eyes first if you haven't.
Someone on Wattpad gave me the idea that, due to his childhood and what happened, he is scared of the dark (because he was left alone and blind)
Enjoy I guess

"How many days until the end of my sentence, HUE?"

"Gary, it has only been a week since you have begun your imprisonment."

"Oh. It felt like longer."

Gary sat silently in the centre of the room, stirring his breakfast slowly. He let out a sigh, staring out of the window. At least it was a nice view. Gary still didn't understand space, but he still allowed himself to enjoy the little things about it. It almost made him feel like he was a free man.

"Gary," HUE began after the silence stretched further, "I noticed that you did not use your room again for sleeping."

Gary automatically turned his head to the pile of blankets on the floor a few metres from him. He rolled his eyes, trying to wave it off.

"I like it down here better! It's got food...a nice view..."

(And it wasn't dark in here, is what he was going to say)

"Gary I know you are lying to me." HUE's voice echoed above him, making him flinch.

"I know you're lying Gary Goodspeed!"

"Stop lying!"

"Do you get tired of this?"

L i e s

Why could he just tell the truth?

"Well you are wrong!" Gary slapped on a smile. Curve your lips. Look happy.

"I am an AI. I am never wrong." He swore HUE was human some times. "And you are a liar, Gary."

"Hey, what else is new." Gary gave a dry laugh, stirring his oatmeal again. The mixture still stayed unappealing as ever, but he wasn't going to eat it anyway.

"You could tell me the truth, Gary."

The spoon slipped out of his fingers, dropping into the gloop.

"It will be easier for the both of us."

Gary watched the spoon sink into the brown mush. He grabbed the bowl in his hands, clutching it as his knuckles grew whiter.

"I'll go and sleep in the room tonight then." Gary muttered. He dropped the bowl, hands stinging.

(He just couldn't think of that day, that's all he had to do)

It was dark when he shut his eyes, what was the difference?

"Gary."

"Leave me alone. Do your job." Gary glared up at the ceiling. "After all, you're always right." He spat. His oatmeal stayed untouched as he stormed out of the room, snatching up his blankets. It only occurred to him afterwards that he spent all that time preparing the meal, only for it to not get eaten. He was sure there was some irony or symbolism there, but he really didn't care what it was.

~

Gary tried to be brave that night, staring down at the bed in front of him. Hesitantly, he placed the blankets on the cheap mattress before settling down himself, his body tensed.

Gary fooled himself a lot, and this time he persuaded himself that it wasn't as bad as it was. It had been a long time since that day – he was an adult now! He didn't need city lights or moonlight to keep him from going insane.