Your Final Fantasy/Kingdom Hearts/Others Experience

Chapter 101

It had been a long, long time, maybe months, since you were home. You weren’t sure, but your hair was much longer now, and you were pretty sure you were taller. You hadn’t seen Ven or Riku since the day you got there, but then you never really saw anyone. You really couldn’t see anything anymore anyway because of the medication Hojo had you on. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to handle the three of you, or even one of you, at full strength, so he kept you drugged. Your eyesight was severely impaired, your ears were always ringing, and your body—when it wasn’t bound in a straightjacket—felt like putty. You had grown very thin from a lack of proper meals, Hojo’s medicine had enough sustenance to keep you alive, but it didn’t keep you at a healthy weight. You were thin, pale, and weak, and didn’t stand a chance of getting out on your own.

The drinks Hojo would give you was used as a sedative to keep you asleep and sluggish, and you found out the hard way that not drinking it meant you would wake up during one of Hojo’s ‘treatments’. You remembered one day clearly when you kept the drink in your mouth until Hojo left, then you spat it out under the mattress when he was gone, just to see what would happen. You still fell asleep, but you woke up on a metal table with a bright light right over your face, with a large grunt of a man standing over you with sharp looking tools. He cut into you with one of them and you began screaming, then a cup was held over your mouth and nose, and you were blasted with a gas that put you out. After waking up in the middle of that, you decided that maybe you wouldn’t skip out on treatments too often.

Your days were filled with sleeping and sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall while you waited for Hojo to come in, or maybe one of his mindless goonish workers. You had figured that his large, bulky but brainless workers were his experiments from the city. They were multiple people sewn into these large bulking goon, who didn’t have an ounce of humanity left.

The only positive you had in your life right now was that they left your straightjacket unbuckled so you could move. On days where you were feeling a little more spirited, you would do anything you could to keep them from getting into the room; stacking the desk and nightstand infront of the door to keep them out. Eventually they took out all your furniture, so all you had left was a mattress on the floor, pressed into the corner of the room. They used to leave the empty glasses around your room, but after you threw them around the room and made a mess with them, they eventually began taking them everyday. There were days when you would wake up in the middle of treatment and try and cause trouble, kicking the workers, making them drop their tools, knock over their tool tables, and try and run out of the room. They would always catch you, and throw you over a large bulking shoulder and carry you down a long hallway, then down the stairs to a cell, where they would leave you for days at a time.

No matter what, you were either alone or wanted to be. You weren’t safe anywhere, and there was nothing to prove that his treatments were actually working. You could push back the sleeves of your jumpsuit and see that your arms were littered with incision marks and scars from the medical instruments cutting into you. You couldn’t tell if it was making you better, because…well, everything felt like shit. Hojo at least took care of your insanity. You weren’t seeing things, or hearing things anymore. Now they were really there. This really was a place of nightmares, without a trace of hope anywhere.

Today was just like any other day in hell, you were sitting on the mattress waiting for Hojo to come in. You had no real sense of time, there wasn’t exactly a clock in your room, and there were no windows for you to at least get a sense of the time of day or night. You had no idea when he was coming in, but it felt scheduled, like he would come in ever day, or every 12 hours, or maybe it was 6 hours. You couldn’t quite tell, but if he hadn’t been in to see you for a while, you knew a visit was coming.