Welcome Back and Comforting

Welcome back! Now this was supposed to be published on Thanksgiving, but there was a live stream on Kyokoon's channel, so I got sidetracked. XD Not going to lie, it was a very, very long stream and I've missed the beginning of it due to not knowing it was happening, but I knew very much from seeing it beforehand from her posted videos, then I missed some parts in the middle due to exhaustion at around 3:30 a.m., but I think those weren't important. After waking up, I got to see the rest that lasted until around 10:30 (My time where I live is in Central Time. The stream was going to end at 7:00 a.m. Pacific Time.)

I very much LOVED the stream! I'm not going to spoil anything from it because Kyokoon asked those of us who have seen the stream not to give away any details, including new ones. Other than the game's name is Dreamtalia, if you love Hetalia and missed the stream that started on the 24th, there will be another one in December. More details on her YT channel.

Now that I've explained a little bit, I got 2 announcements:

The first is fershadg is the first story follower on Bloody Insanity! Congrats! Following them are snowstar96, The Border Collie, and DPN 2012! Thanks so much for following you four! I hope you all will like the story as it updates!

The second is Bloody Insanity has gotten it's first review!

Guest: Good story it would be cool is for that lady to find out what they are doing to him and get him out of there and find his family also if they inducted him very young and this is the only life he knows

A: Wow, you partially have part of this story figured out correctly. o_o Wasn't expecting that. Thank you though that you think this story is good. :) I'll probably lengthen and change a bit of Waiting and Knowing if I have anything to add to it. I feel like it should need it.

That's all for now, so on with the story! Enjoy!~

Dark... It's dark once again...

Why... Why does he see only darkness? Does the light not want to show itself to him like it used to? Did it grow bored and leave him to stay with the dark until it comes back from who-knows-where it went? Maybe it had business elsewhere and not want to keep an eye on him twenty-four seven. The light had stuck around him for a long time, yet leaves when growing tired and lets the darkness take its place next to him.

Maybe it's tired now? The light didn't tell him it went to sleep like it usually did. At least, he knew the light didn't. It didn't look tired at all in his eyes; the light looked very plentiful in complexion. Its beauty was unquenched by hideous phenomenon that the darkness brings, a shining example of an eternal fire blazing brightly. Tiredness may not have an effect on the light anyhow.

Now that he thought about keeping the light safe and keep its beauty pure, not let it be harmed by the darkness's grasp, he shouldn't leave the light alone for too long. When he sees the light again, his guard would be up and running, taking on the job as a guardian. If the darkness should try to get the light, it will have to get through him first, even if his life would be on the line. He'll gladly defend the light very necessary.

Wait, what was that in the distance? His eyes squint at the long distance, but his sight wasn't that efficient to see extensive stretches. That small glow looked like a bright pinpoint, the only opposite color throughout wherever he is in. Kind of like a star in the vastness of outer space.

Should he go forward and try to interact with it?

Could it be the light he's searching for?

He'll take the chance if he has to, for the light's safety. His legs start to move to the direction of the dot, building up speed slowly per foot. The area around him hung in such silence that it was deafening his ears, but he paid no attention to the white noise. All he wanted was to get to the speck of white. Stretching his hand towards the white circle, the vast area began to shrink steadily while he ran. He paid no mind to the shrinkage either. He felt he was getting closer and closer, his breaths coming out as pants and heart hammering to keep up the speed.

Just get closer... Closer...

His right leg felt a tugging force. It pulled him down suddenly, allowing him to fall fast unto the floor and slamming his front body hard. A knock to the head and a hit to his chest was what he felt. The forces made him lose his breath out of his lungs, the pants becoming more like soft gasps, and blackening out his vision in seconds. He laid there stiff as a board as his head cocked to the spot where the speck of white has been waiting, still there in its exact spot, waiting for him to get to it. Both arms start to drag him to it, but he felt whatever force is clinging to his leg tighten its grip with each drag.

He tries to shake it off roughly, hopefully to get the force off and allow him to get to the dot quicker. That didn't work in the slightest and he growled angrily, shaking his leg harder, but was making the holder's grasp increase in pressure that would make blood nearly stop pumping through the area.

His face showed anxiety and alarm by the result of his attempt to escape, his heart quickening through his chest when the force starts to drag him in the opposite direction. His fingernails scrape the floor in an effort to stop the pulling; however, the surface was smooth like glass, and it did not make it very easy for him to cling onto.

This began to be bad, so very bad!

He swallowed some air to get his heart to stop beating fast, to calm himself to think of a way out of the vice grip. Okay... No panic... No panicking required, as it leads to foolish thinking and no escaping. He knows that he desperately needs to get away, get to the white spot he hopes that is the light finally returning to him, and escape this space of nothing. That will be the only thought lingering in his mind in this moment.

He will not let this happen to him…

His arm felt a tugging sensation, the pull more lessening in pressure than the one on his leg. He lit up in alarm about another force pulling him more away from the dot, but his assumption deflated entirely as the other pull was combating the first towards the front, making effort to make him pull away from the hard tug. The two forces then stretched him like when two little children were fighting for a toy to play, he being the unfortunate toy and the two forces being the children, and it quite felt painful to his joints. The feeling of being torn off the sockets was enough for him to scream out in anguish, yelling at the two to stop pulling him with harsh comments, but his words went to deaf ears.

The force on his leg wasn't having enough patience, getting tired of not getting its way, and a flurry of wrath wavered off from it, hitting the subject's skin. The wave made him shiver out of fear and got ready to kick the force. It pulled hard and he felt his hip and knee jerk roughly along with it, still trying to resist being teared apart by the likes of a furious tug. Instead of a kick, he jerked and wiggled against the restraints, helping out the other on his arm, until he felt his leg dislocate out of his hip socket. He grunted loudly, a yelp slipping out of his throat through his clenched teeth, the sound of his socket giving a 'pop' letting his heart go into his esophagus.

His patience was also gone. He gave a hard glare to the force on his leg, his eyes turning to dull, glowing, neon green. "Enough!" He bellows viciously, the yell resonating throughout the neutral area.

A bright, toxic green glow came to life above his head and side. The force on his arm lets go, him not giving any thought to it going away. Not holding back, no mercy shown, the subject pushes his hands in front of him, the glow growing bigger, and an ecto-ray shot from them. He was blinded by the light at the time he released the energy beam, but can hear a loud screech at the opposite side of him. It rattled his ears and the gritty, animalistic scream pierced into the darkness, vibrating the space. The glow recedes its brightness as he felt his ability was decreasing in power, ebbing away until it left glittering green sparkles from his palms.

When the black shadows crawl their way around him, he was left lying on his left side, breathing heavily softly. Both hands were leaving a thin stream of smoke, the aftermath of the beam. The subject focused what was in front of him, his eyes now reverting back to their dull, icy blue. He didn't feel the tug on his leg and arm anymore, both leaving him to lay there to recover from his menacing attack. He smiled weakly at the success of being freed from the force on his leg. Now he can be with the dot without anything holding him back.

Shifting his hands under him, he pushed his upper body off the floor, the strength in his limbs wobbling in labor, not having a longer break after the attack. Getting to sitting level and sprawling his legs out, the subject looked at his leg. His foot was lying on its side and he tries to move his toes, now being weirded out that they can still function. Would a dislocated appendage not let the rest of his ligaments access to movement? That's another thought to think about for another day. Right now, he needs to get to the white speck.

The tug on his arm returns, a gentle touch to his weakened limb. It was pulling him towards the white circle, but not in a hurried fashion, rather, in a motioning manner. He nodded to it, even though he couldn't see what it was, and begins to get on his feet. He felt his leg go limp beside the other, making him teeter to keep balance on only one leg. The force noticed this action. It lets go of him, only to return to the other arm. He nods in thanks now that his balance was stable with the help of the force and starts hobbling to the dot.

Wait... He feels tired... Maybe from the exhaustion, perhaps... That won't stop him.

His balance starts to sway as he inches towards the dot, the grip on his other arm feeling faint. Vision going hazy, the resident unknowingly tumbles down to the floor again, this time exhaustion not letting up. It coiled him like a person putting a blanket around him, keeping in its grasp to make their prey fall under their influence. He wants to get rid of it, not let it capture him like the tug on his leg did, but with a weakened energy level, the subject was slipping into it without arguing.

Dull eyes fluttering to a close, the last he sees is the dot fading and a hand moving to his face until it goes completely dark.

By the time April had gotten everything that was needed, it took her a little longer than she wanted to get back because a couple of agents had wanted her to go to the doctor and file back some samples that he had missed a while ago on him. When she got to the office, the doctor asked her to get a couple blood samples to examine for foreign specimens and handed three viles to her with a needle and tube attached to one. She nodded and pocketed the objects in her lab coat, then went back into her office to see if she forgotten something. April finally hustled back to the containment room when she found nothing left to find.

When she had opened the metal door, opening her mouth so that she can greet the boy and to say she has the items, April was cut off by the sight of him. He was curled in himself, facing the wall, looking smaller than he did when the test subject usually lies down while the blanket covered up every part of him, except for the head.

He twitched for a bit as she came closer to him and knelt down behind him, letting her hand pet the boy on the head. The pretty lady saw Subject DP-15 shivering under her hand, feeling him quiver out of fear. She could pick up faint whimpers that were nearly impossible to hear escaping into the silent room. He curled in more, possibly trying to get warmer or huddle into it for safety. It may look cute at first glance, but the pretty lady took it as a saddening scene, to which a frown appeared on her lips. April knew that he was dreaming about something horrible and with the twitching action, it may be the beginning of a nightmare conjuring up.

He has them when he's put out after the experiments or when she visits him during the very late hours into the night while the woman had to stay to do her work to get extra cash, not out of greed, but for bill payments and gifts. Sometimes as she goes across the door, she can hear him wail and scream, even hear a name being called, but it wasn't who she knew. So far, April had heard him call out to a 'Mom', a 'Dad', a 'Jazz', a 'Sam', and a 'Tucker'. She didn't know anyone by those names, except the 'Mom' and 'Dad' parts, and was curious to ask him who they were, if he is willing to tell her about them. She knows the outcome of what that will turn out if he does comply, almost.

She hated that he had nightmares, especially about this place, what they do to him to make them happen frequently, and possibly his life before he ended up in the facility. Her thoughts about them were they were sort of cruel when they experiment on the boy, dissecting parts of him, taking samples, making him do procedures that involve physical combat in the testing chamber. She has seen him once or twice in the chamber, getting shot and nearly cut by lasers and circular blades, and not to mention ecto-guns. They also had him go up against other, more or less powerful ghosts that were captured in the facility. He would knock out some, but when he reaches his limit, he goes down hard until he falls into unconsciousness.

They then send in a group of guards to retrieve the ghosts and take them back to their chambers, where they would spend the rest of their time living in solitude. The experiments and physical procedures made her want to gag and quit her job, but she couldn't do that. Not when the boy needs help getting out of this place. They had taken him away from his life, his family, his friends, and killed the light that was once held in his icy blue eyes, leaving them cloudy and dim, no life left but a very faint light of hope. They had made him give up of ever getting out of this place and into a safe haven just so they can handle him easier, turning him into a mindless weapon.

Even though ghosts were dangerous to be around, whether or not they were contained, April was not surprised that she came to terms of befriending at least one or two during her job experience. They would be nice or sort of irritated to have someone near them, but they will get used to her, and it would take April a while to gain their trust, even if it was a little. Already she's got Subject DP-15's trust since she was assigned to be his inspector and most of her time was either in the office doing papers or checking up on how he was doing after his experiments, then report back the results to the higher-ups. It was boring for the most part; however, what April likes about her job was to spend time with Subject DP-15.

At one point as April was going to check up on him to see how he was doing after he had gone into the testing chamber, she heard a shriek coming from the metal door, nearly popping her ear drums out. She opened the door quickly, setting down whatever she had for the moment. Her heart became quickened in its beats, the subtle panic of what was going on taking her on a joy ride. She had asked him if he was okay when she opened the door, and the answer to her question came out as a whimper. Her eyes fell upon Subject DP-15, who had currently curled up in a corner. He shook aggressively in a tightly huddled position, his head wedged between his knees, hands clamped on his head.

In situations like these, she will go towards the subject calmly if he was panicking and not in the right state of mind. If the nightmare gets worse, she will have to wake him up or let him wake himself up, which it could end up in three ways: getting shot by an ecto-ray, him sobbing into her, or getting scratched and hit. Often it would be the third way or the first way, and if lucky, none of those but the second way. She would then try to calm him down to a reasonable rate so her reassuring words get through him, promising him he was going to be alright. They may be sweet nothings to someone, but it was better to use it than use nothing to calm down a panicking person.

As she was reminiscing about past events, Subject DP-15 whimpered a bit louder and breathed in and out quickly, as if he was suffocating from the lack of oxygen. April snapped out to reality and calmly, yet quickly came to the boy's curled up form. Without taking off the blanket, she lifts him off his side and turns him around so that he lies on his other side. The woman then wraps her arms around his shaken body gently, letting him lay his head on her shoulder. She began to lull him with reassuring words like a mother would to calm her little child from a bad dream. Even if he doesn't know what was happening to him, she was sure that by going through the same process, it will calm him to a steady rate.

Over the next several minutes, which to April, they felt like an hour or two, the boy became a little calmer, but was still shaking. His breathing turned into quiet pants in her hearing, allowing her to relax, but she wasn't going to let her guard down completely in case the boy made a sudden action. She waited for him to settle himself, not wanting to rush him into questioning what happened to cause him trouble again. April smiled in accomplishment that it had worked once again when she saw the same result, albeit quicker than the previous. Her calming techniques went usually longer, with her having the subject in her arms and swaying side to side to help ease him into a calmer demeanor.

Subject DP-15 shifted in the blanket's soft hold; his head that was bowed to where his chin had rested on his chest now shaking side to side. After getting much of the fog in his mind cleared, he opens his eyes, the dark floor greeting him. He let out a quiet groan, followed by a yawn, and felt someone next to him with their arms in a comfort holding position. The resident made a confused face, wondering why he was sitting up and being hugged by someone since he remembered he was laying down to ward off the dizziness and nausea. He turned his head and his bleary eyes met April, who was smiling at him.

"Hey." She whispered.

Subject DP-15 blinked and stared distantly at her for a moment. Sleep was already fogging up his mind again and the dizziness that had left him returned. He shook his head to get the fog out once more, blinking rapidly a few times before looking back at April. "W-Wha... W-What h-happened?" He asked in confusion.

"You had another nightmare, Subject DP-15. It looked pretty bad."

His eyes widened a bit. "Oh..."

He looked down, now seeing the floor in useless interest. His cheeks had a light dust of pink on them, the embarrassment making its turn in the trifling situation. She walked into another one of his nightmare fits again, didn't she? He inwardly groans that he wasn't going to live with this again like the other times she walked in unexpectedly. He glared lightly at the floor before changing it into a melancholy expression.

"Th-Thank you f-for w-waking m-me up a-again." He whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

April smiled lightly, the caring look in her eyes visible. "You're very welcome." She pats him on the back.

A comfortable silence has now spread itself in the room while they huddled by each other, the woman now keeping an arm around the boy in a comforting hold while the resident leaned against her. His legs were laying under him now, the blanket wrapped around his form, but leaving his feet out of the cover. He felt relaxed, his troubling mind welling down from the nightmare's residue. Content lingered through him, letting the stress that surfaced earlier flow out in an inaudible sigh. Subject DP-15 shifted in his blanket, cuddling into it and holding both ends by one hand while the second lays on his lap limply.

April looked down at him, feeling the decrease of stiffness in his muscles and seeing the presence of him lying next to her without panic crossing his face. She was congratulating herself in her mind for getting him in a relaxed state without the hassle of getting hit by ecto-rays or flying limbs as he lets anxiety consume him. The poor boy needs this type of treatment after going through tough times dealing with scary moments. And it's taking a toll on him physically, emotionally, and mentally as she kept an eye on him. She can see the very pale complexion coating his skin, the dark circles under his gloomy eyes taking residence, the once dark hair now taking on a duller hue as it hanged droopily over part of his face.

The woman lets a sad smile cross her lips. Her hand then made an unconscious move towards his head, the appendage petting his dimmed hair lightly in slow strokes. She didn't know why she was doing this action, but it felt right to do so now. It relaxed her and Subject DP-15, and with the steady breathing coming from him, she was more than glad to exorcise the rush of fear out of him. The move reminded her of her mother doing it to her when she got scared of something, so maybe doing this at the moment to the boy would do the same reaction to him?

The response she got from him was a soft purr and movement planting itself against her palm. He then slipped forward from being against her side, curling in to lay his head on her right leg like a cushion while also putting the cover over his shoulder. April's hand had not left his head as he moved, continuing to pet him as if he was like a cat. He quietly let out a content sigh. In her opinion, the sight was cute. As her hand glided across his greasy hair, April had the option of asking a question, breaking the silence in the room once again.

"Are you okay, then?" April asked, making her voice soft like the gentle wind in the spring time.

He flickers his dull eyes at her. "Y-Yes, I'm f-fine. Y-You d-don't have t-to worry about m-me for n-now."

She smirked, doubt present in her features. "It's part of my job to worry about you, Subject DP-15. Who else would be worried about you other than me? Certainly not the facility members, that's for sure."

He chuckled. "Yeah... Y-You're right, but... I-I don't kn-know why, b-but I don't w-want s-someone to w-worry about m-me for s-some r-reason."

April smiled brightly. "Never heard you chuckle before."

He looked at her confused. "B-Because...?"

"It's the first time I heard you chuckle. I never would have thought you got a sense of humor left in you after... You know what."

Subject DP-15 just stared at her before smiling softly. "I-I guess s-so."

"Also, you do have the option of having someone to worry about you because without someone with that job, you don't have anyone to rely on to fix part of you." April shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, "But it's your choice to take the offer if you feel like that person is trustworthy enough to you." She lets him process what she had said, seeing a look of understanding crossing the boy's face once he finishes thinking over them.

He nods in understanding and agreement. "Yeah… Y-You're right."

I don't know why I made Danny purr like a cat, but I think it's due to his psyche acting up. XD I thought about putting it in and my mind agreed without hesitation. I don't even know why I did that, but I wanted to put something cute in this story before getting to the other stuff later on. Some unpleasant stuff. -~-