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it's been a hard week, Juan had died recently, the situation with haiper didn't get better, neither did the situation with the North and Aldo, everything was worse, his daughter nowhere to be seen and now ewroon worked for the dark federation.
he walked around the regime, full of big building yet so empty, he missed his regime.
he needs to save haiper and get him back, he needs to destroy the federation.
he went to sleep in his room on the Pantheon, a big white room with nothing more than a bed and a few painting.
when he woke up he saw it, white walls that felt suddenly too familiar, not the pantheon walls, no, the federation walls.
he woke up fast only to realize he was chained up to a bed, in a cell he recognized.
a cell where he was kept his whole life, he was back here again.
his breathing quickened as he tried to find a way to get out, his glitches getting worse.
then he heard it, that robotic voice that haunt his nightmares.
"hello, A."
A, that's what they called him, not ash, he didn't have a name, cause that's all he was, experiment A, only that.
"why did you bring me here again?."
he tried to remain calm, to not show weakness to the federation, he has to show that he is better than them, not give them what they want.
"this is your home A, but it seems like you have forgotten, you forgotten who you belong to."
belong to? like he was just a toy, because that's all he is to them, a toy, a weapon to use for their convenience.
"I'm not part of the federation, I never was, I wish nothing more than see you and your disgusting feds die."
then he heard, that laugh he had always hated.
"ha ha ha, so defensive as always A."
he stayed silent for once, waiting to see if cucurucho would say something more.
"you will work for us now, like you were always intended to do."
he noticed cucurucho only getting closer to the cell, opening the door, there were some federation guards behind cucurucho, just in case, then they brought ash to a different room, he also remembered this room, where they would inject him, he always hated it, his skin getting pinched with needles.
"you remember this A?"
it sounded like cucurucho was just making fun of him, like it was enjoying seeing ash suffer from the memories of the past that seemed to come back.
then he felt the strong force of the two workers grabbing him by his arms, and then came the needles, all the pain, coming back, he felt like he was a kid again, crying from the pain, he always had a fear of the needles.
because they weren't gentle, they never were, they always did what they wanted to him.
he felt the glitches and tears in his eyes, but that didn't bother cucurucho, it never did.
after it they sent him back to his room, locked up.
he sat down against the wall and hugged his legs, he can't do this again, he can't do this again, he was begging to think that he was finally, maybe not fully, but a little in control of his life, he is the supreme leader of the regime, he isn't controlled by anyone..
he doesn't want to be, ever again.
and yet he's here again.
he saw messages from ewroon
ewroon whispered to you: we have to talk.
ewroon whispered to you: wya?
he typed but the message couldn't be sent, of course they would to something like this, abusing of their power everytime, like always.
ewroon whispered to you: woah really, are you ignoring me?
then the messages stopped, and he eventually went to sleep, not wanting to think about it anymore.