A/N: OK, I fixed Chapman's Yeerk's name so hopefully it'll seem a little more realistic. I suck at making up Yeerk names
A Controller's Thoughts
By fLoSsY
I'm a controller. You may know me. You may even go to the school I supervise in. I know what you're thinking. Supervise? Who's this old guy? Some teacher? Close. I'm actually an assistant principal. My name is Chapman. I never liked my first name so it's just Chapman. Only now it's not really only Chapman. Now it's also Iniss 226.
I'm a controller. That's the bare ugly truth of it. And a voluntary one. I know, makes me seem like some evil idiot. But I'm not. If you knew the truth... maybe you would pity me. Sympathize with the man too weak to find another way out.
I guess I should explain. I'm doing it for my daughter. Melissa. She's blissfully ignorant of the situation, thank God. I've made a deal with the Yeerks. A deal with the devil. They say they won't touch her if I go to them freely. So of course I go.
I feel like an idiot. I have placed my faith in evil slugs. I don't have any real guarantees that Melissa is really safe. The Yeerks could just take her and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it... I only have some filthy parasite's word. And how much can that be worth. But somehow… on that hopeless hope I can endure all the pain of having lost self-control. I can endure the indignity of being reduced to a mere puppet, the dummy of a sinister Yeerk that threatens to harm everything I love. I can endure watching Iniss engage in a terrible masquerade of normalcy, watch him/me stiffly hug Melissa and say goodnight to my wife.
But somehow, in the depths of my despair, I cling on to hopeless hope. To the hope that Melissa is going to be spared the living hell I'm going through. That somehow, sometime, the Andalites will come to this primitive planet and save the remnants of humanity that by then will remain. And with that hope, I have reason to continue being an unseen spectator of a life that is no longer my own. And continue to hope.