it starts with a child screaming himself hoarse, the strain on his vocal cords noticeable from the start.
the man with red hair is holding the child down as he kicks and screams, face a bloody, angry, infected red on the left side. it looks painful beyond words.
an old woman and large man seem to be speeding in and out of the room, working to get hot water, cold water, ointments and various other assortments to try to help alleviate the pain.
the video suddenly skips forward--the child has gone utterly silent and does nothing more than just sit curled up in a ball, staring at nothing, utterly disconnected from everything around him, including himself. it goes on for days, weeks, months... the redhaired man feeds him, changes his clothes and bedding when he soils it, sits next to him each night with an even larger Timcanpy in his lap as if hoping for some kind of change...
maybe there was more to it. there was probably more to it, but it all goes by with little change in routine.
the video skips ahead--the child is talking. the words are quiet, inaudible, does he even remember what was said? what was said isn't as important as how it was said. polite tones. just like Mana.
ftr, Allen has been cringed back into a ball around Timcanpy as soon as the screaming started. so. he's. doing. fine. albeit. doing the staring at nothing thing. a little.]
cw: for Allen Walker's terrible life
well, first of all.
it starts with a child screaming himself hoarse, the strain on his vocal cords noticeable from the start.
the man with red hair is holding the child down as he kicks and screams, face a bloody, angry, infected red on the left side. it looks painful beyond words.
an old woman and large man seem to be speeding in and out of the room, working to get hot water, cold water, ointments and various other assortments to try to help alleviate the pain.
the video suddenly skips forward--the child has gone utterly silent and does nothing more than just sit curled up in a ball, staring at nothing, utterly disconnected from everything around him, including himself. it goes on for days, weeks, months... the redhaired man feeds him, changes his clothes and bedding when he soils it, sits next to him each night with an even larger Timcanpy in his lap as if hoping for some kind of change...
maybe there was more to it. there was probably more to it, but it all goes by with little change in routine.
but then, the redhaired man reminds "Allen" of what "Mana" would always say.
the video skips ahead--the child is talking. the words are quiet, inaudible, does he even remember what was said? what was said isn't as important as how it was said. polite tones. just like Mana.
the video skips ahead--"Allen" and the redhaired man are set to go. And Mother calls him a name... that the redhaired man approves of.
the video blips off.
ftr, Allen has been cringed back into a ball around Timcanpy as soon as the screaming started. so. he's. doing. fine. albeit. doing the staring at nothing thing. a little.]