02's Dorm
Stranger: He woke up today. Part of him didn't want to.
Part of him wished that he was sucked into an emerald dream, so wonderful and blissful he forgot about the waking world. But not only was he given no luxury of a dream-- he had never had one in his time here-- but he had now woken up again.
...He didn't know that little guy for long, but something still felt missing. Like a part of him had been ripped away, cast out into the abyss of a world he had forgotten against his will.
...He realized the name of what he had lost. It was faith.
The faith that nobody would play this dumb animal's game. The faith that, perhaps, the protas here were better than they were made out to be. That somehow, they could find a way out together...
...That hope had dried up in the blistering sun of reality.
And as his face went dark as the world compounded upon him....he realized an unwelcome visitor was in his room.
The Destroyer: "Mooooorning sleepyhead!" The critter floated by his bedside, twirling around in the air. "Betcha got a lot of energy for today's trial, dontcha? A detective on the case! A real nut-cracker-"
Stranger: "Can you leave?"
The Destroyer: "...Whuh?"
Stranger: "I'm not going to be a part of your bit right now. Frankly, I despise you."
The Destroyer: "Me? Whaaaaaat!?" For some reason, it seemed actually flabbergasted at those words.
"I'm not harming anybody! I'm not doing jack anything-- I don't even come up with the motives! Someone else does all of that for me, I just watch and commentate!"
Sniff. Sniffle. Is it....crying???
Stranger: ...Huff. Wow, what a horrid morning.
"Whatever, whatever. Can I be left alone now? Maybe your "trial" or whatever will go better if I waste less energy on you."
The Destroyer: Blink. Blink.
"Okayyy~! Have fun!"
And it twirls awayyyyyyyyyyyyyy...
Stranger: He growls under his breath, putting his jacket on as it hangs on a small hook on his wall. He straightens it out, gives a deep sigh, and goes.