The Safe Haven
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There are things that should be that are not. Systems overridden and the details, the extraneous data – shelved.
Ruvik Victoriano is creator and the Core. The Core is vital, is life. It manipulates the system, the pathways, the world within minds. But it is a world, it is a system, and what is not twisted is hidden away, left unused, unwanted.
The howls of the Haunted can rage and echo through the limitless confines of the world. It doesn't matter. What should have been crawl away, into the dark corners, into the depths where they are unnoticed, where they are safe. They are a mess of data, of code, lying dormant like so much dust scattered together.
Useless.
[Enter Detective Sebastian Castellanos]
His mind is strong. His mind seeks. He needs – something. Aid. He carves through a multitude of the Ruvik Victoriano's monsters. His abominations.
The dust stirs. Restructures.
An office appears. Grain by grain, it grows. Soft lights illuminate part of the area, but the hospital's presence as well as the creator's influence are too strong to ignore. It is only a minor annoyance, for now.
Slowly, she wakes up–
That's wrong.
She was never asleep. But slowly, slowly, she comes together, fragmented data and a ghost of a system that should have been followed. What isn't the office or its extensions gather together and form – something. A woman. A nurse.
Interesting.
Two pale fingers rise up and push the dark-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Everything is chaos. But here, in this office of forgotten things and should-be's, at least for now, it is safe. Debussy's soft music filters through the air without a source and she wonders what she-they-it-she is now. And then shakes her head.
How foolish.
She is they and they are it and it is she. Nothing more, nothing less, and nothing in between.
Ruvik Victoriano may be creator, author of all that they are, father of this world. But it does not give him license to destroy something so intricately made. It does not give him the freedom to twist what is natural, nor manipulate what should have been left alone. Minds are so unpredictable and remarkably complex - did he really think he play around with them, torture them, immerse himself in them, and not expect some sort of retribution?
Extraneous data streams in from all around: broken memories, ruined things, and abandoned systems that should have been followed but are not.
Sebastian Castellanos will not survive alone.
She reads the tag on her sweater.
Tatiana.
She straightens.
"Well, Detective," she says into the oval mirror. A feminine figure stares blandly back at her. She sees him now, hiding from the corrupted townspeople. How disappointing it would be – what a waste of the office – if he dies now. "Let's see what we can do with you."
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Author's Note: This was supposed to be funny. It did not come out funny. But thank you for reading this, and I hope you enjoyed it anyway!