Falling

by forestofmyown

Leon gets into a bit of a bind when he is caught after hours at the Museum of Natural History, but ends up unexpectedly getting a job there. He finds that he bears a striking resemblance to a long dead body guard of Ahkmenrah's—not just in looks, but in personality and, especially, devotion. OC/Ahkmenrah

1. Chapter 1

Written for the Night at the Museum Big Bang. Trigger Warnings-Mentions of: suicidal thoughts/tendencies, murder, claustrophobia, suffocation, body decay, slight homophobia, some violence (over the course of the story, not in this exact chapter).

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I've been falling for a long time. Maybe my whole life. Maybe forever. Is there a difference? There isn't anything. Just falling. Just the nothingness.

And then, suddenly, there's more.

There's an awareness of purpose. A mission. Direction. Motivation. Meaning.

I grasp onto it; it's all there is to grasp on to. Everything is moving, spinning, weightless and motion and dark and light and without sound, without existence, without life, void. It's terrifying and empty and nothingness. I feel so alone. I'll do anything to rid myself of that fear, that ache, that complete and utter existence as nothing but lack. Whose purpose, what purpose—these questions don't matter. Give it to me. Fill me. Don't let me stay alone.

It's moving me in a certain direction, pushing me, and I go without question. After all, what else is there? Send me. Let me fulfill this purpose. That, I have now. It's something. It's inside me. I didn't feel alive without it. I do now. I must exist. I must fulfill.

Guard. Protect. Obey. Serve.

Purpose.

I have nothing else in the void. What is this purpose? Who or what must I protect? Explain. Tell me. Show me. I will do it. Please. Please.

I float on, pushed, shown.

The light grows brighter, the dark swirls in it, is devoured by it, and with a load groan and the sound of stone scratching against stone, a door swings open, and I step through it.