It was very hard for Caboose to think right after Omega left his brain. Memories floated around, slipping away and coming back in full force. Caboose wanted to be normal, to be okay, to have others understand, but no one cared. No one seemed to notice how hurt he was inside, how much pain the AI had caused. It hurt everywhere. He was like a piece of fragile glass dangling by a piece of string. Omega had cut the string. He fell for a long time. He was still falling, but he could almost see the bottom. He was so afraid. He was afraid of hitting the ground, because glass does something terrible after a hard fall.
It shatters.
Church was walking around the base when he noticed Caboose sitting on a rock outside the base, helmet off. His blonde shaggy hair hung by his sparkling blue eyes. He seemed focused on something, eyes clouded in memory.
"Hey, dipshit, what the fuck are you doing!" He yelled at the man, not caring at all for his feelings, per usual standards. Caboose flinched and stared at Church tiredly, as though he had had enough of the verbal abuse.
"What Church?" He asked the cheerfulness in his voice gone completely. Church took a step back, surprised, then continued on.
"I said what the fuck you are doing! God, I swear ever since we got Omega out of your head you're even more of a retard than usual!" He screamed, seeming unaware of the glare he was beginning to receive from his "best friend".
Wrong thing to say.
Church's eyes widened as he saw the colors of Caboose's eyes go from blue to red in a split second. It was just like when Omega…
Shit! Omega!
"He's not in my head, asshole," Caboose hissed, eyes changing from blue and red in rapid procession, nearly creating a purple look. His voice also fluctuated from the deep monotone Omega used and his regular voice. "But he left scars!" he yelled, tears forming in his yes. "He hurt me and you don't care at all!" Church just stared at the broken man before him, almost ready to help, but then he saw Tucker watching him. His whole image would be ruined if the aqua armored soldier saw him helping Caboose. So he put on a sneer, though fake, and scoffed at the sad sight before him
"Yeah, why should I care?" he replied, venom in his voice.
Caboose could only stare. Omega had whipped him, beat him in his own mind, to mold him into what he wanted. A mindless child who could be easily persuaded. Someone who could be controlled. And yet no one cared, not even Church, a man he had followed blindly from the beginning. He was all alone in a cruel world, no one to protect him from future horrors. The ground was coming towards him fast, and as Church began to walk away, he finally hit rock bottom.
And he shattered.
