A drabble for an anon asking about the prisoners watching their music videos! This is focused on specifically Mikotoās initial shock at seeing MeMe for the first time, but just know that Double comes with a whole new set of shocks as he truly listens to John for the first time ;-;
Mikoto was no criminal.Ā
He didnāt know how to break into locked rooms, or hack into complex prison security systems. He figured there was no way in hell heād be able to see these so-called incriminating videos that the Warden was recording, and had resolved himself to an eternity of wondering what they could be. He was shocked when he didnāt need to do a single thing to gain access to them ā Es simply adjusted the computer monitor and told him he could hit play when (and if) he wished. Then they left the room.
āA-are you sure?ā he called, but they were already gone.
Mikoto blinked at the screen. It showed a stretched version of his apartment couch, near his bathroom wall, broken to reveal sky above. He thought he could spot his tarot cards at the bottom of the frame. Had Milgram broken into his home to film this?Ā
He scoffed, and hit play.
Distorted guitar started up. He flinched as his own face appeared for a moment ā looking directly into the camera and making a wild expression he would never have made if someone was recording. His body tensed up more as he heard his own voice start to sing lyrics heād never spoken before in his life. He wasnāt even a good singer, and here he was sounding like a professional.Ā
There were plenty of ways to accomplish all of this, of course. Software could mimic oneās voice, making him say anything these crazy reality hosts wanted. A team could easily add some digital effects to a stunt double and match his appearance perfectly. Knowing that didnāt make the experience any less unsettling.
He watched himself commit a nasty murder. He watched himself return home bloodied. But it was all ridiculous. How could Milgram even claim that this was him? Heād never raised a hand to anyone in his life. Were the other prisonersā videos as outlandish as this one?
But then, a switch.Ā
The song shifted to a new melody. He appeared to wake up from his couch, and suddenly Mikoto got the sense that this was him.
He was struck with how familiar this new segment sounded. It simultaneously felt like a favorite song he must have played on loop not too long ago, and one that heād never heard before. As it played, each new note and lyric felt right on the tip of his tongue.Ā
It ended as quickly as it began. The song returned to the heavy-metal-murder aesthetic it had started with, and once again he felt like he was watching a cheap copy of himself onscreen. He watched another murder, a shower scene (had the warden seen all that? How embarrassingā¦) and then he turned to his bathroom mirror.
At the same time as his musical counterpart, Mikoto leapt backwards in horror.Ā
His eyes remained glued to the screen. His hand flew up to grab the lower half of his face. It was fake, he told himself. AI and CGI and all that. It was fake. It had to be.Ā
Something deep inside of him said āno. Thatās real. Thatās me.ā
Something else deep inside of him echoed the sentiment.
The video was less than four minutes of music, but by the end he was panting and tugging at his hair as if heād endured hours of prison torture. He burst out of the room. He sucked in breath after breath. The melodies still played in his mind, lines repeating in his memory as he tried to put as much distance between himself and that little television screen.
He found the others in the common room. They gave him a knowing look, but somehow he knew his experience had been very different from their own. Es approached him.
They studied his expression for a moment. Thankfully, they didnāt ask anything stupid, like āhow did it go?ā or āwhat did you think?āĀ
Instead, they just told him, āif you ever want to watch it again, just let me know, I can get it set up for you.ā
He would want to see it again. Of course, it would be better, then. He would take a moment to calm down. Heād watch it later and everything would be okay. Heād have a clearer mind. Heād pick out all the little camera tricks they used to make it. Heād be sure it was a fake, and laugh about how ridiculous he was being now.Ā
Of course. Of course.Ā
He nodded to Es, unable to produce any words. Es left him.
The rules in this prison never made any sense, but in this case, he was grateful. He wouldnāt need to figure out any snooping or hacking to get access to the video again. After all, he was no criminal.
ā¦ he wasnāt, was he?
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Youāve caused me to be absolutely obsessed with obikin to the point that i literally cant think about anything else and i havent even seen anything starwars related for years just thought i might let you know lmao
Also if you have any more fic recs i wouldnt say no šš
It is red and alarming to draw your attention as yes I didā indeedā finally found a fic to recommend! only took me some 9 days but hey.
First thing first thoughā I am so infinitely pleased by being the cause of your demiseā pardon, obsession. ššš
You've brightened my day by letting me know, and the only reason it had taken me time to respond was because I wanted to have a rec I would truly feel I can stand behind, start to finish!
So here we are~
Now, so far I had tried to give recommendations that would be vastly different in every sense of the word, however if you pay attention, there's one consistent link between the things I do feel like recommendingā and it is consistency.
I firmly believe that consistency makes the story more than any level of quality or absurdness. As it happens to be, this fic possesses both consistency and quality :)
Speak no Evil by Exonerin
It'sā tam tam tam~ an ABO AU! Yes, yes I know. While usually used for heavily kinky thematics, this one is.... rather different in many ways. If you've never tried abos or had read so many you've seen it all, or you've never really liked the whole notionā well this one, I feel like, can really fit all three case.
Alternative ABOs is the thing I enjoy the most, non-classic, non-traditional sort of ABO world building is a joy to behold, truly. I urge you to try this one, as it is solid, wonderful and simply enjoyable start to finish.
Firm Show-don't-Tell, extremely witty writing and language, solid characteristics and justā frankly, fun. Just fun. Nothing much else. I had a blast reading through this, and I think many more people would. I recommend trying this, even if ABO was never your thing. Trust me. š
Again, truly pleased to welcome you in this hell I had come to call a home, I do hope you enjoy this ride as it only gets wilder with time. šššš
P.S I forgot to say that this is by far, my absolutely most favorite portrayal of a top Obi-Wan. Me, every time Obi-Wan does something in this fic: š³šš»šš» haha. Take is as you may. šš
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Concussed Oliver (part 2)
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The air in the waiting room felt tense.
Keiko was there before the girls had even gotten Oliver there. About twenty minutes after that, Jordan had the mind to call Isaac and tell him what had happened. The blonde was there in a flash, looking distraught.
None of them were saying anything. Eliana had an arm around Jordanās shoulders, her lips pressed to the black-haired girlās temple. Birdie had no fidget toy, so sheād started cracking her neck and picking at the skin on her hands to the point where sheād broke skin and was bleeding a bit, and Spirit had to find a pen for Birdie to click so sheās stop picking her hands.
Keiko was holding Amberlynnās hand while Amberlynn just stared off at nothing. And Isaac just wouldnāt stop bouncing his foot while his heart raced.
āOliver Brown?ā a doctor said, coming into the waiting room. Eagerly, all of them stood and looked at the man.
āHeās fine,ā the doctor said, and all of them sagged in relief. āTests prove that itās a mild concussion. Heās resting now. Have you contacted his family?ā
āI called his parents,ā Keiko answered. āThey didnāt pick up, but I left voicemails and texts.ā
āCan we see him?ā Isaac asked, a bit of impatience in his voice.
The doctor opened a small sympathetic smile. āI can take you to his room now.ā
ā ā ā
There was a weird smell in the air when Oliver woke up. It smelled like bleach, and Oliver hated that scent. It just wasnāt pleasant.
There was a pulsing pain in his head, but not as bad as he remembered it being earlier. Still, his head felt like it was spinning.
When he squinted his eyes open a bit, getting the world into focus, Oliver first noticed that the room was dim but not pitch black. He then noticed that he wasnāt alone.
There was a small sofa in the corner of his room, and a chair beside it. Amberlynn and Keiko were curled up on the chair, and somehow, Eliana, Jordan and Birdie were all squished together on the couch. All of them were sleeping.
Spirit was sitting on the floor, on her phone. And Isaac was on a wheely chair by his bedside, asleep with his arms and head on the bed and holding Oliverās hand in his.
Blinking a few times, he squeezed Isaacās hand a bit. The little pressure made the blonde stir and lift his head a bit, blinking sleepily before he realized Oliver was looking at him. Suddenly, the blondeās eyes widened and he whispered, āOlive?ā
Oliver squeezed his hand again, smiling tiredly a bit. āHi,ā he said, his voice slightly hoarse and sore.
Isaac smiled back, looking relieved, and squeezed Oliverās hand back.
āHey, Oliver,ā Spirit said from where she was sitting, having heard Isaac and Oliver whispering and realizing he was awake. She stood from where she was sitting and went to the opposite side of the bed from where Isaac was. āYou gave us quite the goddamn scare.ā
Oliverās smile faltered slightly. āIām sorāā
He was cut off by Spirit hugging him.
āHow long was I out?ā Oliver asked when Spirit pulled away, looking between her and the blonde.
āSince, like, five-thirty in the morning,ā Spirit said with a shrug. "Itās almost 1pm. Thatās why everyoneās asleep.ā
āHow the hell did you bump your head?ā Isaac asked, shaking his head. āYou guys were having a sleepover, and none of the girls knew how you rattled your damn brain. So, what happened?ā
Oliver said nothing for a second. Then, his cheeks turned five shades redder, looking embarrassed. āI. . . I was dancing to the music that was playing while I took my shower, and I slipped and hit my head on the wall. I didnāt say anything ācause. . . yeah.ā
Spirit raised a brow. āYou were embarrassed about that? Oliver, Isaac is the moron who stood on a cafeteria table in middle school and screamed āfood fightā, only to get no reaction from anyone. Slipping in the shower is nowhere near as embarrassing as that.ā
Isaac shot a glare at Spirit. āAre you ever gonna let that go?ā
āNever.ā
Oliver chuckled a bit, only to wince when the bit of laughter made his head throb a bit.
āIāll go find your parents and tell them youāre awake,ā Spirit said to Oliver, and the boyās eyes widened.
āMy parents are here?!Why?!ā
Isaac scoffed. āBecause you busted your head. Duh.ā
Spirit squeezed Oliverās shoulder before walking to the door and leaving. With everyone else in the room still sleeping, it really felt like it was just Oliver and Isaac.
āYou feeling alright right now?ā Isaac asked. He was still holding Oliverās hand.
āYeah,ā Oliver sighed, sinking back against his pillow. āMy head hurts like hell and Iām wearing a paper gown instead of pants, but Iām fine.ā
Isaac wheeled his chair to the side a bit so he was closer to Oliverās head. Still holding Oliverās hand with one hand, Isaac used his other to brush Oliverās hair away from his face. He chuckled, looking at the wall. āDancing in the shower,ā he chuckled. āYouāre in the hospital because you danced in the fucking shower!ā Isaac began to laugh quietly, shoulders shaking.
Oliver flushed a bit, still slightly embarrassed, but then he also began to laugh quietly.
When their little quiet fit of laughter was over, Isaac squeezed Oliverās hand again. āNext time, maybe take a bath,ā he whispered.
Oliver squeezed back. āYeah, I think I will. I donāt wanna ruin another sleepover by having to be driven to the hospital in the middle of the night.ā
Isaacās humorous look became slightly softer, and he bent down, hugging Oliver and not letting go. āIām happy youāre fine.ā
Oliver sighed, pressing his temple to Isaacās. Then he chuckled and whispered, āHell yeah, Iām fine. Thereās no way dancing to fucking Grouplove was gonna be how I go out.ā
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