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

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Important things. Who I am, what's real.

[He decides his pocket isn't a good place to put the note---he might forget it there---so under his cap it goes. It occurs to him that, while he may not know Luke well enough yet to tell with certainty if he's droned or not, there's something... off about his voice. Yes, he doesn't remember Luke sounding so American.]

Are you sure? ...Do you think I'm really your brother?

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[There's an actual moment of hesitation, and a quick flash of nervousness across Luke's face.]

O-of course I'm your brother! Always have been, what kind of question is that?

Are you sure you're feeling okay?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[For a fleeting moment he thinks the real Luke might surface, but it doesn't.]

But... how can we be brothers if I'm a monster?

[His own memories of Luke having always been his fraternal twin brother are becoming difficult to ignore.]

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

A monster? Slugger, are you sure you aren't watching too many of those horror movies? Mom says it's not good for you.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Wh-- yes!

[Okay, he does love terrible horror movies, but that's not-- He is a monster! The note said so. By now they've reached the garage where a box of fireworks sets and almost instantly diverts Slugger's attention. Is that a bottle rocket? Yippee!]

I'll get the box if you get the matches.

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[What young boy doesn't like to play fireworks? Luke sure doesn't know one.]

Right, got it!

[And he goes to fetch some matches. Hey, what's a July 4th without a bit of mischief and possibly some lost limbs?]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[By the time Like gets back, Slugger will have dragged the box onto the driveway and will be at the edge of the front lawn with a piece of pipe. Once he's got it pushed part-way into the dirt, he'll stick a bottle rocket into the end of the pipe. It all seems to come very naturally.]

You want to light?

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

Sure! Just let me get out a match here and...

[His voice tries off as he pulls out the box of matches, staring at them. For some reason he has a really, really strong urge to make a puzzle out of these matches. And the strangest part was that he could visual it perfectly.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger watches him curiously, still kneeling in the grass.]

...What is it?

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[He quickly snaps out of it.]

Ah, nothing! I just thought of a puzzle for some reason.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

A puzzle? Was it one Dad showed you?

[You always were the brainier one.]

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

No, this is different from the ones he usually does...

[Did he really come up with an idea for puzzle like that? No, that can't be right. There was something oddly familiar about it.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt. He watches, waiting to see whether or not Luke will build the puzzle.]

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

[He sits down, pulling out the matches and rearranging them on the sidewalk.

By the time Luke's done, it looks like this puzzle (http://professorlaytonwalkthrough.blogspot.com/2008/02/puzzle009.html)]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Slugger knows nothing about the puzzle but the shape is readily identifiable.]

It's a dog.

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

Hey! You guessed right already!

...Have you seen this one before or was it that easy?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

It has a tail and four legs.

...

Luke. Did we have a dog? --named Maromi?

[tapshoetomove.livejournal.com]

A dog? Sure we did. I always did think that name you gave it was a little odd.