Silent Affection: A Future Popee x [OC] Reader

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The time is.

Actually, who cares what the time is right now?

It's dark.

The doctor just thinks that this is another nightmare, probably what he gets for slacking off, and daydreaming.

In fact, this right now was a daydream itself. But more of a...reflective one.

He's trying to wake himself up. It's not working.

The doctor gets up off the cold tile floor,  wandering around the nearly pitch-black hospital hallways. They were long and narrow, and it was silent.

Too silent.

All he had to do was carefully trudge these halls until he woke, or for once, actually want someone to wake him.

Preferably her.

....

Among a seemingly period of time, he sees another corridor. And unlike all the others it had a worn-down door and the end of it. With nothing else to do, he of course headed towards it, his overbearing  pride, ego, and dominance "protecting" him. 

Upon entering, he saw her.

Olive stood, back facing him. No movement.

The doctor wanted to come closer to her, but there was glass surrounding her. Tiny glass shards that separately did nothing to his feet, but if he were to step on a cluster of them, they would hurt like shit.

But he was barefoot.

Oh, how desperate he was. He just wanted to see her smile. Maybe, it would brighten the whole room.

And so, he did.

The glass pierced his feet, the first step, very paining. But he did yell, or scream as it ripped his skin now bleeding. Instead, something inside of him felt different. His pride was shriveling away, and his lab coat was gone.

He took a second step, changing once more. His ego running out of his brain, and the overwhelming sense of fear came to replace it. His glasses were gone. He contemplated on if he should continue, but he still had his dominance. He wasn't that afraid. He could tell anything and anyone what to do, he could do anything and-

He took another step, the now dark maroon glass starting to pain. He tried so hard to hold on to it, but his dominance slipped right out of his strained hands. At least, he was now behind Olive. But she looked so much taller now. That last step made him the size of a toddler. He looked at his red and white striped hands. He couldn't even tap her shoulder, he just continued to poke her leg, and it took so much energy out of him, good grief. Olive turned, but she looked directly ahead of her. It was like the doctor wasn't even there. The doctor strikes her calves, feeling like he was going to die from exhaustion. It hurt. And as much as he wanted to scream and call her name, he couldn't.

Olive turned around, not even feeling anything. She began to walk out the room.

The doctor was struggling to walk, being about two or three years old. His babbles and noises quiet as he slowly tried to follow her. He got the feeling that he was being watched. He felt the disappointment, the frustration, the pitiful glares coming from all direction all directions. From black sand-whipped, to helpless cocoa, to vengeful and nasty blue eyes just like his. Olive was walking normally, but to him, she was going so fast. He blinked and she wasn't even in the hallway anymore.

And you know what he did?

He did the only thing he could do, tugging his bib and sitting down on the floor.

And he cried. He cried a lot, babbling out for someone.

But do you know who came?

Yeah, no one.

He was a scared infant, bawling. The only other person he saw here was out of sight.

Was that what he was?

Without his pride?

Without his ego?

Without his dominance?

Without his tall height and hollow glares?

Is that all he was?

....

Just a baby?

It's still dark in the hospital, but no longer silent. In fact, if you listened closely from the outside, you could hear an infant, crying for the girl he loves so much to come back and comfort him.

A/N)): Sorry this chapter is so short. I usually go for 1K+ words, but I decided to focus this one on just one thing. Also sorry for inactive chapters, I'm trying to maintain the one to two chapters a day thing.