nineteen | who am i [50% droned]

[strike_you_out]

At home

[Slugger opens his bedroom door, walks down to the kitchen, takes a seat at the breakfast table, and awaits his morning waffles and orange juice. Just like every morning.

 

Just like every morning...

 

He begins to breathe a little faster.]

 

At home; front steps
[The front steps are littered in pages and pages of notes. Surrounded by the papers, Slugger sits busily filling another page from front to back in quickly scrawled, progressively sloppy handwriting. Once finished he tears it out, throws it aside and begins to fill a new page. His hands tremble slightly.]

[  (written in Japanese)

My name is Shounen Bat.

I am from Musashino, Tokyo in Japan.

I am a monster.

I free the ones who are cornered.

My name is Shounen Bat.

I do not live here. Mayfield is not my home. Musashino is my home.

I am not a human.

I free the ones who are cornered.

Musashino was my home.

My name is Shounen Bat.

I am a monster.

I was never born in Mayfield.

I was never born

(written in English)

I am not from America.

I have been trapped here for 10 months.

This is not my home.

My name is Lil' Slugger.

This is not my home.

I was a monster.

This is not my home.

I free the ones who are cornered.

I AM a monster.

I was born in Mayfield.

My name is Lil' Slugger.

I am thirteen.

This is not my home.

I am Slugger N-

My mother's name is S-

this is not my home.

susan is my mother

i like baseball

i am trapped here

i free the cornered ones

my name is slugger

i have lived in mayfield for thirteen years

i am a monster

i am a monster

this is not real

my father's name is edward

this is not real

luke and i played baseball

i live at 726 anderson lane

i am a paperboy

my name is slugger nigma

this is not real

i won't forget

don't believe it

it's not real

i free the ones who are cornered

don't forget

the ones who are cornered

it's not real

my name is slugger nigma

i am trapped

one who is cornered

is me

this is not real

this is not real

this is not real

this is not this is not this is

i am not real      ]

 

 

Night; fireworks display

[Here with family or possibly wandering alone, Slugger stares blankly into the sky holding his bat close. Every so often, he reaches beneath his ball cap for a folded piece of paper, reads it, and puts it back.]

Comments

[bread_goes_bip]

Didi... no, wait, that's not quite right... that was a name I used once...

Oh, but of course I'm just Grandma to you!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Death. You're Death, so is Grandfather.

[His brow furrows. It sounds strange even to him. Once more, he looks at his notes.]

And I'm... a monster.

[bread_goes_bip]

Yes... that's right. He's responsible for the Discworld.

Who... who called you that?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[That... sounds right, yes. He quickly adds 'Discworld' to his notes.]

I did. It's what I am. I can't forget...

[Despite what some part of him would like to do, he can't allow it to be forgotten.]

[bread_goes_bip]

Look Slugger, just because ate a couple extra pancakes doesn't make you a monster.

No, I mean, you might not be human, but a monster?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...I guess so.

[Though at the moment, he looks like anything but a monster. In fact, he looks suspiciously like a confused little boy who doesn't know what to believe anymore, let alone what he could have done to call himself a monster. He doesn't remember being so bad.]

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death's appearance shifts back to her usual look]

I want you to listen carefully, because this is hard to hang onto. I've met lots of beings who have been called monsters. But you know what? None of them were creepy from the inside. Sad or scared or convinced nothing else was real, but never creepy.

[Aaaaand Grandma's back]

You're no monster, you're my darling grandson!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

...

[No one's ever said that to him before, not in either set of memories he has. Slugger may not know what to say but his body seems to know what to do. He gets up, crosses the short distance between he and his grandmother over a mess of papers, and lightly butts his head against her shoulder. Grandma...]

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death goes for a hug, because if ever someone needed one...]

I'm not sure what's happening today, but you are worth caring about.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[It might somehow feel a little strange, but it also feels kind of... safe. Comforting, even. Spoken against her shoulder]

Thanks.

[bread_goes_bip]

We'll figure it out, okay?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Did he just hug someone? Slugger stands by awkwardly rubbing at his arm.]

Susan has it worse. She's wearing pink.

[Brace yourself all you want, Didi, you'll never be ready for it.]