When they didn’t need to study him or use their most recent experiments on him, Omega could only spend the time by staring at the people passing his little glass box by. Sometimes he recognized particular scientists or researchers, like the tall blond woman who always ran away when he was dragged into the lab. Or the creepy asshole that always did more than he said, not that it mattered to Omega. Sometimes he recognized the security units when they did their rounds.
But no matter how long he’d watch Omega never saw his hallucination during the day. He wasn’t given any form of distraction or entertainment, and very rarely did anyone peer into the glass. They purposely made sure their eyes were averted, and Omega mostly saw people’s hair or helmets moreso than faces and features. Hours of just watching the outside world pass him by as he sat in perfect silence and stillness.
Omega had no ways of distracting himself. The last time he tried to do anything, he was summarily stopped by none other than his other half, and as much as he loathed admitting it, Zero could defeat him when he was weaponless.
Shifting how he looked at the glass, Omega quit focusing on the people and instead stared at his faint reflection. Each time he saw Zero, he saw himself, down to the perfect detail. The only differences were mere pigment changes, such as the color of his eyes and hair… otherwise, he was the perfect half.
Something about that made Omega bite his tongue. The pain of such an action made him stop it, but when the stillness and nothingness settled in, only staring at his reflection, Omega bit his tongue again. When one had nothing to do, nothing to think, locked away from the world… pain was the only reminder.
I still exist.
His reflection stared back and carefully Omega began to chew on his tongue. The reflection mimicked him, and for some reason, that was a bit comforting.
~*~
The night was no better than the day, in that Omega was left in silence. However, there were no moving bodies to temporarily capture his attention, and the lights were mostly off, leaving shadows to block anything possibly visually stimulating. His room was always lit up, but unless Omega wanted to stare at some more glass, there was no point in having his eyes open. He laid in his hammock, one foot on the ground to slowly swing himself; if he didn’t move somehow, Omega swore he could feel the minutes bleeding around him.
But the little movement did nothing, and his hammock didn’t make any sort of sound as he swung himself. Even if Omega scuffed his foot against the ground, the sound of it never really did much for him. He could tap the glass if he wanted to annoy the nighttime guards, but he wasn’t in the mood to mess with them. Despite having done nothing, Omega had no energy to spend.
He just swung himself ever so slightly, just a reminder to any guard passing that yes, he was still awake. Still existing.
All he could do was keep his eyes closed and think to himself. Replay memories, or at least, the fragments of them. The only true clear memories he had were the ones prior to when he woke up after splitting from Zero, before the experiments started. And those were slowly being eaten away with each experiment tested.
Except for the hallucination, and Omega cracked open his eyes. It wasn’t there on the other side of the window, but he let his memory feed bleed into his optics. A fuzzy, pixelated image of his mirage was superimposed on the glass wall he stared at.
He kept it there, staring and swinging. He had nothing else to do but remember the few facts still left in his head.
But no matter how long he’d watch Omega never saw his hallucination during the day. He wasn’t given any form of distraction or entertainment, and very rarely did anyone peer into the glass. They purposely made sure their eyes were averted, and Omega mostly saw people’s hair or helmets moreso than faces and features. Hours of just watching the outside world pass him by as he sat in perfect silence and stillness.
Omega had no ways of distracting himself. The last time he tried to do anything, he was summarily stopped by none other than his other half, and as much as he loathed admitting it, Zero could defeat him when he was weaponless.
Shifting how he looked at the glass, Omega quit focusing on the people and instead stared at his faint reflection. Each time he saw Zero, he saw himself, down to the perfect detail. The only differences were mere pigment changes, such as the color of his eyes and hair… otherwise, he was the perfect half.
Something about that made Omega bite his tongue. The pain of such an action made him stop it, but when the stillness and nothingness settled in, only staring at his reflection, Omega bit his tongue again. When one had nothing to do, nothing to think, locked away from the world… pain was the only reminder.
I still exist.
His reflection stared back and carefully Omega began to chew on his tongue. The reflection mimicked him, and for some reason, that was a bit comforting.
~*~
The night was no better than the day, in that Omega was left in silence. However, there were no moving bodies to temporarily capture his attention, and the lights were mostly off, leaving shadows to block anything possibly visually stimulating. His room was always lit up, but unless Omega wanted to stare at some more glass, there was no point in having his eyes open. He laid in his hammock, one foot on the ground to slowly swing himself; if he didn’t move somehow, Omega swore he could feel the minutes bleeding around him.
But the little movement did nothing, and his hammock didn’t make any sort of sound as he swung himself. Even if Omega scuffed his foot against the ground, the sound of it never really did much for him. He could tap the glass if he wanted to annoy the nighttime guards, but he wasn’t in the mood to mess with them. Despite having done nothing, Omega had no energy to spend.
He just swung himself ever so slightly, just a reminder to any guard passing that yes, he was still awake. Still existing.
All he could do was keep his eyes closed and think to himself. Replay memories, or at least, the fragments of them. The only true clear memories he had were the ones prior to when he woke up after splitting from Zero, before the experiments started. And those were slowly being eaten away with each experiment tested.
Except for the hallucination, and Omega cracked open his eyes. It wasn’t there on the other side of the window, but he let his memory feed bleed into his optics. A fuzzy, pixelated image of his mirage was superimposed on the glass wall he stared at.
He kept it there, staring and swinging. He had nothing else to do but remember the few facts still left in his head.
/Oh God, it feels like forever…
But no one ever tells you that forever
feels like home sitting all alone inside your head…/
But no one ever tells you that forever
feels like home sitting all alone inside your head…/