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BASIC PLOT EXPLAINED - No, I Am Not A Human.
The sun boiled and popped, burning the flesh that dared to once embrace its empty warmth. The temperature has risen above any temperature humans have seen for heat waves.
Was this even a heat wave? Only to come out at night and see neighbors burnt alive after the outcome of stepping outside during the day? A horrid reality had set in, the face of it all was terrible. Like a memory you wanted to drown out with whiskey and beer, like a whisper that blissful ignorance once ignored but never can now.
The news spoke out about the temperature, playing it off originally as heat waves, but everyone knew by now that none of this was some classic heat waves. No, especially with the arrival of Visitors. Slaughters of Human Flesh that harvest the body for their own need to survive like damned dogs, disgusting. As if the flesh were a disguise, teeth and all.
Like wild dogs willing to betray and feast upon those who called them their 'friend'. No Visitors were friends, just puppeted corpses that could mimic almost human-like behaviors.
--- Cut to PROTAGONIST inside the household, carefully looking himself over in the bathroom mirror. ---
How many days has it been? How much time has passed? What will become of the world? Will anyone get to see the sunlight once more?...
God, who was he kidding? Everyone's finally understanding the full length of the situation. Stress, the fear, frustration, and sorrow... The mind wouldn't stay silent as he stared into the mirror.
He was tired-looking, hungry, and anxious.
Sometimes he imagined if he were the one to never held that damned shotgun. He wouldn't hold the barrel, having to pull the trigger and shoot some innocent Human instead of the actual threat. Mistakes happen, horrible mistakes that lead to questioning if living through this was truly worth it.
Was it?
It surely wasn't truly worth it. Blood not of his, upon hands that held the weapon to give rest to corpses that parasites infested. Only to witness why FEMA couldn't help with identifying a Visitor.
Sick, he felt sick remembering the freshly splattered liquid crimson walls and floors. All because of FEMA not considering the people, some of the identification signs to be wary of, were some normal things. There was no tell besides a few big factors for identification, but even then, they still could be Visitors.
Do No Evil.
Mistakes were made, terrible mistakes. But by God, no evil would come to the people who came for safety inside his little home. The one that grew, shattered, loved again, then grieved once more. Childhood was a bust, yet a lover once appeared in his life, she being cast away by death, causing grief for memories that led to her altogether.
--- The PROTAGONIST exits the bathroom, entering the hallway and towards his bedroom door. ---
Currently, there are three other men inside the household. The Blind man, the poor man ripped out his own eyes after seeing IT... For him, he'd never wish for what the Blind Man saw, to be shown to him. There is one he had dubbed Wireface, a foreigner who had his mouth wired shut because he spoke a different language, inhumane torture given to a man who couldn't understand a word spoken to him. And with ignorance is bliss, Bar Guy drank, one day he'll be able to reach the chandelier and hang over the whole baptized world... Let that never become reality.
The need for sleep had caught up to the homeowner, and with each heavy step came a new thought. Why do any of them continue if this is the results? This is hell, a hell on earth. A hell where judgment and survival held higher value than a human's life.
The only humanity that remained was the kind that made anyone question the belief system humans have crafted. The science, the religion, who to blame, who to point fingers at.
Do No Evil.
--- The PROTAGONIST enters his room. The doorknob was carefully turned, with him gently closing the door and plopping down on the bed with a small thud. ---
If there were truly no Evil on earth, none of this would happen. Who knows if this was paranormal, or scientific reasoning as to why any of this was happening.
It's obvious to blame each other instead of the Evil that stands before anyone in a room who never truly knew about the Evil.
Sometimes he wished he could never hear, see, or speak of the Evil that lurks in the midnight moonlight, but to be cautious, is to be safe.
Goodnight world, let's see how this plays out.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Wireface gets hungry, finds the cupcakes the girls made, and shared with the Blinded Man.
Stoner is mentioned once, because he's not able to bake anymore after Wireface accidentally ate an edible brownie.
Notes:
My apologies if the chapter is short, I just wanted a cute little chapter of bow Wireface and The Blinded Man try interact.
I'm sorry if there's also a repeat of words, I started the chapter at around five pm, and now it's seven twenty-four pm.
But again, thank you for reading this! It's viewers like you that keep writers writing, so thank you. :]
-Xoxo, Jay_Jester.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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--- Cut to the Closet, a slow intro but calming. Wireface stands inside the closet, leaning against the shelves with his hand upon his mouth that was once wired shut. ---
Mankind was cruel, judgment and fear were what counted the days until the end truly arrived. If Wireface could, he would've rushed to see his friend, arm in arm. But even that was taken away from him
It didn't help that there was a rather large language barrier for Wireface, one does not learn to speak another language overnight! Sometimes he did wish that were true, especially after the wires tore through the skin upon his lips.
Was this all punishment for longing for the friend he had cared for, for so very long?... Was this his hell and he the sinner? Is this what Wireface had been given just for a simple need to love?
The wail of tears really was a threat that could drop from his eyes at any moment. Did he truly deserve any of this? No. Wrong time, horrible but correct place to meet the someone deeply cared for. Now all faded away, such as an old note that once spoke of happiness and dreams.
This whole situation just felt like a twisted Wonderland, where communication should've been key... But how could that ever be when three of the men spoke Russian, and Wireface spoke Georgian? He could gesture and sign, but then the Blinded Man wouldn't be able to understand without eyes.
Fuck it, he needed something to eat. All this thinking was causing his stomach to swirl.
--- Wireface makes his way out of the closet and into the hallway. His hands fidget together, a nervous habit that Wireface tends to do. The stress levels were rather high for him, considering the events that had played out before he ever came to the household. ---
The sounds of the other guests Wireface heard, the talking, the conversations. None made true sense to him, he didn't understand what they were trying to even say. The emotions in one's voice he could understand, just not the language the rest of them spoke.
A few steps in, nearing the kitchen door, Wireface paused. His right hand held nearby the doorknob, hovering with hesitation. The Blinded man normally sat at the table in there, both were varied in limitations on communication. One could hear the words, just not see. One could see gestures and communication through such, just not understand the other language because he spoke a completely different language which was Georgian.
Half the time the two didn't have conversations, it was sometimes requests the Blinded Man asked of. Like asking for a drink through gestures, that's at least one way that they could communicate, even if it was a one-sided gestured actions without full-on conversations or companionship through silence.
Wireface honestly thought that the other two men he grew fond of were better at talking to the Blinded Man than he was. Because there wasn't any communication and language barriers between the three men. So why did the Blinded Man really deal with him? Who knows, Wireface surely didn't.
--- Wireface finally grabbed the doorknob, turning the handle so he could walk into the kitchen and grab something edible to munch on. Hopefully, it wasn't the Stoner's edible brownies again, that was an absolute nightmare to deal with in these trying times. ---
The Blinded Man took a glance up at the door. Almost frightening how slightly accurate the Blinded Man guided his attention towards Wireface. The Blinded Man gave a faint wave before returning to the silence. God, Wireface could see the unfortunate sorrow and fear in the other man's face, what had happened to such a man...
A sigh came from Wireface as he spoke in return "Svool gsviv." A mere little greeting to address that it was only he who was walking into the room, nobody else. [ Hello there. ]
Even though the rushing thoughts of anxiety and the truth that caused the Blinded Man to pluck out his eyes, the Blinded Man was still welcoming to those who were welcoming to him in this hellhole that earth had created. So, a faint smile was what Wireface received.
If Wireface could, he would give full details on how warm that smile was. As if the smile was like a field of flowers with butterflies and bees, birds and trees at the far edge, whilst a little hill grew a wisteria tree, pretty as can be with all the emotion the beauty holds.
Even if the other man couldn't see, Wireface smiled at him right back before walking over to the fridge.
The raven-haired man tilted his head, what to pick? The Widow, the Kindergarten Teacher, the Little Girl, and the Runaway Teen had somehow managed to make cupcakes the night before. Almost like a family that had been through many griefs, but managed to still be happy. Even though the Kindergarten Teacher and Widow had been rather depressed recently, the Little Girl somehow managed to lift her spirits. Yet, the Runaway Teen was still learning to trust everyone, she trusted the two women and the Little Girl the most, treating the Little Girl as if a sibling to protect from the awful world.
Wireface plucked two cupcakes from the fridge. One for himself, and one for the Blinded Man at the table. Kindness was a rare thing in the world now practically full of copycats who disguise themselves as humans, just to commit acts of murder amongst humanity.
Wireface walked over towards the table, pulling out one of the chairs. The chair made this squeaky sound as Wireface pulled the seat out, a rather silly sound, but it did catch the Blinded Man's attention.
The Blinded Man had a curious, yet tired look upon his face. Wireface sat down, setting the cupcake for the Blinded Man on the table. Gently reaching out, Wireface guided the Blinded Man's hand over to the dessert placed in front of him. Surprised, the Blinded Man let out a faint chuckle. The chuckle sounded sad, but happy to receive the sweet treat. "Thank you..." The Blinded Man quietly spoke as he picked the cupcake up, unwrapping the cupcake wrapper from the pink frosted, vanilla-flavored cupcake.
"R'n qfhg szkkb gl yv hszirmt hlnvgsrmt hdvvg rm wzip grnvh orpv gsvhv, drgs hlnvlmv R xzm gifhg." Said Wireface with a mouth full of cupcake, muffled by the sound of the the sweet treat in his mouth.
[I'm just happy to be sharing something sweet in dark times like these, with someone I can trust.]
The two ate in silence, neither understanding a word the other spoke, but knowing that there was warmth in the way that the words were spoken. Maybe humanity was doomed, but it certainly wasn't doomed here.
Notes:
Every character is precious to me, so I started to read through the scripts on the wiki for 'No, I'm not a Human', so I could write the Blinded Man parts!
And holy shit, he's a lore deep character.
I need angst of Wireface and the Blind Man stories, I think it would be so heart breaking yet so sweet in the end.