Robbie’s Awakening Part 4

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(Yea I know it’s early but I don’t know if I’ll have time to post this part later. Also, keep in mind when you see in grammatical errors that I don’t nesscarily have the time to proof read my writing nor do I have a beta reader. But yea, onto the fic):

He’s still starving when he reawakens tied back up in the same chair. He groans as his eyelids slowly peel from over his blind eyes, angling his head a little as his nostrils flare. He’s in the same place and… he’s able to clench his fists once again.

“Mmmmaaaarrrrrriiiiiinnnnn?” He called out before he knew what he was doing, head leaning back against the backrest of the chair and rolling along its top. The smooth wood presses into the back of his skull but he doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t really feel it. He tries to move his feet but… now they’re tied, too. He doesn’t like that. “Mmmmmaaarrrriiiinnnn??”

His voice echoes around him, being that rough and grating voice he’d heard when he had first laughed. It’s almost a hiss mixed with a snarling scoff. That doesn’t sound familiar to him. He pulls at his ankles, grunting as he does so.

There’s a clang behind him and footsteps and he tries again: “Mmmmmaaarrrrriiiiinnnn?!” His voice is louder now, more panicked even to his ears. Is he panicking? He can’t really tell.

“Yes, Robbie, yes!” it’s Marvin’s voice and he tries to twist his neck around to try and find it but it’s too far and he can hear something snap in it. He hears Marvin’s pulsating beat skip in its tune and it upsets him a little. That shouldn’t go off tune. Marvin suddenly appears beside him, alone this time. Strange… where is the one called Henrik? “It’s me, Marvin!”

“Marrriiinnn!” He exclaimed, jaws clamping down a little too hard and a tooth chips. He needs to stop losing teeth, he supposes. It’s probably bad for him in some way.

Marvin shifts to stand in front of him and he seems to have more control now: he’s not pulling at his restraints, wanting to bite into Marvin’s flesh even he doesn’t really want to. There’s a warm red glow to the blob that is Marvin and he guesses it’s happy.

“You remember me any?” Marvin asked and that question confuses him because does he? He catches the flash of what could be a memory: a white mask gleaming in the light, two eyes nearly glowing blue with happiness and black cape fluttering by. He guesses that that must be Marvin so he moves his head up and down in what he thinks is a nod, jittery as it may be. The blob in front of him claps its hand together excitedly. “Can you talk anymore?”

Can he? Marvin really needs to stop asking him so many questions. It’s hard for his mind to process them, he feels like it’s not actually supposed to so t hurts him to do so. He tries, anyway, finding himself to be drawn to this thing of food for some strange reason that’s not hunger. Well, he is drawn towards him in hunger, too, but it’s not just that. Maybe he could communicate how starved he feels…

“Mmmmaaarrriiinnn,” he ground out, tongue flopping about like a useless piece of meat in his mouth. Probably because it is a useless piece of meat he doesn’t know how to use. “Hhhhuuunnn-” he cuts himself off, shakes his head a little and clamps his jaws together before trying again: “Hhhhuuunnnnnnnnngggggrrraaaaahhhhh.”

There’s a pause of silence behind them and Marvin is silent, probably trying to understand what it is he just said. Honestly he’s not too sure if he said it right, actually. He probably didn’t. But he… tried? At least he’s trying, right?

“You’re… hungry?” Marvin asked for clarification and it takes him a moment to realize you is him and he nods once more, teeth sinking into his tongue when he accidentally bites down on it. He can feel that same strange and warm liquid gathering in his mouth but it doesn’t necessarily taste like anything to him. Another clap and the blob hops up. “I’ll go get you some food, be right back!”

It disappears from in front of him and he doesn’t like that. He tries to twist his head around once more, smelling heavily at the air to try and find it. “Mmmaaarriiinnn!” He called and his voice is louder than normal. He pulls at the restraints, feeling the ropes digging into his skin.

“It’s okay, Robbie, I’ll be right back with some food!” Marvin called and then there’s that clang again and he knows that he’s alone.

He continues withering in his chair, pulling and tearing at his restrained limbs and hissing and growling constantly. The ropes dig deeper into the skin around his ankles and he hears a small and wet snap from his wrists. At this rate he’s going to end up snapping his hands off again.

But then there’s that clanking noise again and he picks up the smell of Marvin and so he calms down a little, not pulling as much. The blob appears in front of him once more holding another smaller and darker blob. He doesn’t like it’s smell.

“I didn’t know if you’d want it cooked or not,” Marvin explained. “It’s chicken. Your favorite from when you were… do you want it?”

He feels utterly sickened by the scent of this… “food”. That is not what he was wanting in the slightest. It’s not appealing, does not smell good and he wants nothing more than to slap it out of Marvin’s hand.

He growls, grinding his teeth together once more and he narrows his blind eyes. He pushes his back as far as it would go into the chair and angles his head backwards, wanting to get away from the offered “food”.

“Do you… do you not want it?” Marvin asked, confusion filling its voice. He shakes his head in answer, growling once more but louder now. He doesn’t want whatever it is the blob is offering him. He relaxes a little when Marvin sets it aside, away from him. “Then what do you want to eat?”

He knows, but he doesn’t know how to tell. He wants what’s on Marvin but he doesn’t want to hurt Marvin to get it. “Mmaarrrriinnn,” he hissed out.

There’s another pause and the sound of a nervous throat clearing. “You want to… eat me?” Marvin asked and he quickly shakes his head cause no but he doesn’t but that’s the only thing he can say similar to what he wants. “Do you want my.. flesh?” He shakes his head because yes that’s what he wants but he doesn’t want Marvin’s flesh. He just wants flesh. “Do you want… human flesh?” And boom there it is. He hits the back of his head into the chair’s backrest a few times because of how hard he’s nodding.

Marvin hums softly and he believes he’s thinking once more. Must be so much easier to think for the blob. Or maybe it isn’t. He just knows it’s terribly hard for him because his brain feels so weighted and every time he thinks a stabbing pain goes through it. He always tries to ignore it, though. Like he’s been doing this entire time.

“Maybe we could take you to the graveyard…” his ears twitch as he barely picks up the sound of Marvin’s muttering and he focuses more on that now. Wait, he knows what a graveyard is, right? Stones and dead bodies and dirt passed through his hardly functioning mind and he assumes that’s what it is. “Robbie,” his ears perk up and he lifts his head, angling his chin upwards when he hears the word. Isn’t that what he’s called…? “I want to take you where there’s food, but you can’t fight me. You have to trust me and listen to me, do you understand?”

He thinks he does. The words are slowly processing in his brain and he so wishes he could ask the blob to slow down in its speaking but he believes he knows the gist of what he’s saying. He shakily nods in answer, hissing softly as he tries to say, “Eeeessssssssssss”, which he believes is the correct way to respond.

There’s a clap and the ropes are being untied from around his legs. And then his arms. Then there are hands on his shoulders and he’s being helped up. He stands a little shakily, having not actually stood up without running or darting across the floor since he’d first woken up. “You good?” He heard Marvin ask and he jerkily nods once more. “Alright… gotta find a way to keep you from running off…”

Marvin walks from his side and he slowly follows, his step having a slight limp despite him knowing how to walk. He doesn’t know where else to go, so he merely follows Marvin with a small distance between them because he can’t keep up too well.

They make it to the other side of the room before Marvin finally stops, humming in thought. He’s hardly able to stop in time before he collides into Marvin, grunting as he does so. It is very difficult to control his muscles when he’s not moving quickly, oddly enough…

“Ah!” Marvin suddenly exclaimed and he jumps in surprise from the loud noise. Marvin turns back to him and he can feel it wrapping something around his upper body, tightening whatever it is in the back once it’s wrapped fully. He makes a noise of question, once more trying to twist his head fully around instead of merely turning his entire body. The thing around him smells strange and dull and he doesn’t like it much. It comes back to him as a dull red, nothing of interest to him.

“It’s a harness!” Marvin said in answer and he still doesn’t know what that is too well. He grunts again, hoping that would make him explain it more. Strange creatures with thick amounts of fur pops into his mind’s eye when he heard the word. “You know, straps of cloth to snap a leash on. Henrik must of had it for some reason… I’m not even going to question why.” There’s a pause before a hand is rested on his back and he’s being prodded forward. He takes a stumbling step forward and he nearly falls, but he catches himself in the end. “Let’s go get a leash now.”

He wants to ask why a leash is necessary. Why would they need one if they’re going to go and eat? He needs to be able to move, he thinks. If his food is anything like Henrik and Marvin he is going to have to be fast to be able to catch anything. A “leash”, as Marvin called it, brings up thoughts of being restrained and it confuses him to no end. Maybe he could somehow communicate this to it…

He scours his mind as he’s guided to another dull red color, this one being in the middle of an even duller color which surrounds the entire room. Curious as to what it is, and losing track of what he had been trying to think, he reaches a hand out to the dull red color and finds it to be cold and solid beneath his fingers. So this entire surface surrounds the entire room? But, why?

Marvin stops in it’s tracks when it realizes that he had stopped. It had started to pass him because it does move much faster than him. “What are you doing, Robbie?” it asked him.

And some how, some strange way, he answers it: “Jus crriossss.” His own eyes widen and he can smell the surprise coming from Marvin. He’s not sure what he said, but he thinks he meant how he feels as he runs a hand along the hard surface beneath it.

He can hear Marvin swallow heavily before asking: “W-what are you curious about?”

He tilts his head and decides to not even think about saying anything now like before. Perhaps the words come more naturally to him if he doesn’t really think… “T’e.. ‘ardnesssss… an…. ssssssoooootttttttt….” he knows he is isn’t speaking properly but… he still is… kind of? Right? His tongue does seem to refuse to work completely properly, just like the rest of his muscles.

“Do you mean the wall?” Marvin questioned.

“Yyyyyeeessssss.”

“Why does it interest you, though?” It then asked and he’s getting tired of the questions because he’s finding it harder and harder to speak the more he does.

“Wan’ed tah… feel t’e…. re’,” he tried, finding it hard to see how in the world Marvin is still understanding him. He’s having a troublesome time understanding himself so it must be very difficult for the other.

“What red?”

“t’e… wal… re’.”

“The wall isn’t red, Robbie,” Marvin pointed out and this confuses the hell out of him. Everything is red. He should try telling it that.

“E’ry… tiNg… i’…. r’E…” he informed Marvin, turning his blind eyes on the blob. He can only make out the red around him if his face is in the direction of what he’s smelling. Marvin is a bright and pulsing red blob amongst dimmer red surrounding him.

Marvin falls silent and he can understand that. He can hardly understand anything he’s thinking much less speaking.

“Can you see me?” It then asked after a minute of silence, slightly shocking him.

He tilts his head and doesn’t know how to explain it. Of course he can see it. But… for some reason he has a feeling that how he sees is incorrect in a way.

“I… sssssseee…. re’,” he ended up saying, grinding his teeth a moment later. He doesn’t mean to do that. He just doesn’t know how hard he should bite down when he’s trying to relax his jaw or merely close it.

“Just red?”

“Yeeeeessssssssss.”

“Huh, odd,” Marvin stated and then grabs his forearm. He jumps at the sudden physical contact and it apologizes a moment later. “We’ll worry about that later. For now, until Henrik gets back, let’s go get you some food. No one else should be here so we should be able to go straight through the house.”

It’s talking way too fast again and he understood half of what it said, the other half going through one ear and leaving the other. He slowly blinks and begins to shakily walk once more, nearly tripping when there’s a sudden incline in the ground.

“Oh, right,” Marvin said and he focuses on it again. “There’s stairs here. As in steps. As in lift your foot up,” he does, “move it forward,” he does, “and now set it down,” he does, “good. Now just continue doing that.”

It’s a struggle for both of them to get up what Marvin calls the stairs but they eventually do. Marvin is panting but he doesn’t have to at all. He smells at the new area, moving his head back and forth to better make out his environment. They’re in a larger room now and a strange dull red blob is in the center surrounded by more dull red blobs. How interesting. The “wall” of this room continues on until a door on each side breaks the constant color, one not even having a door but an open archway into another, smaller room. He wishes he could see in not just red but he doesn’t really know the difference. Or… does he? He does remember other colors but… he doesn’t? He decides not to ponder this fact. It hurts his brain too much.

Once he’s unfocused from these thoughts he realizes that Marvin is no longer beside him. He grows panicked and confused and smells at the air, grinding his teeth together when he can’t find him. He begins to stumble about, trying his best to find the now missing Marvin because currently it is the only thing he really understands at all in this confusing world he… reawoke into.

“Mmmmmmaaarrrriiiinnnnn?!” he called out, scratchy and hollow voice hardly reaching through the enclosed space he is now in. He speeds up a little, smelling at the air frantically to try and pick up its scent. “Maaarrriiinnn?!”

There’s a loud bang from nearby and he has to hunch over a little because it’s such a loud noise and it makes his ears ache. Marvin reappears a moment later, holding another dull line in its hands.

“Sorry, did I scare you?” Marvin asked and he nods in his jittery way of nodding. He smells guilt coming from the blob. “I won’t do that again. But I got the leash. Hold still now, I’m clipping it to your back.”

He does as Marvin asked, going deadly still. If he weren’t keeping his balance he would have fallen by now. There’s a small click behind him and then a tug and he nearly falls over. If a hand hadn’t stopped him he would have landed on his back. He’s straightened a moment later and Marvin comes to stand in front of him.

“Alright, the leash is on,” Marvin informed and it shifts a little. He catches what it calls a leash and runs his fingers up and down it, it feeling rough against his skin. He doesn’t much like it. “Sorry, I don’t know how you’ll react when we’re around dead bodies. You may go crazy and train and run off. You’re Robbie, but you’re also a zombie.”

And he doesn’t know why, but that sentence honestly makes something shrivel up inside in pain. A strange pain he hadn’t yet felt. Like.. somehow those words hurt him. Like they went inside and twisted everything up. He doesn’t like this pain.

He’s more than a “zombie”, right? Hadn’t Marvin said that himself before?

Isn’t he… “Robbie”?

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The next part is the longest I’ve written so far so look forward to that. Man it’s fun to write this and a lot of people are liking it! Makes me happy 🙂

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