#weekman in the lore

[someonestolemytoast2]

Late Nights Spent Dreaming of what Life Could Be Like on the Outside (The Future is Futile) - iDKHOW lore oneshot

"Do you ever think we're going to get out of here?" I asked. The room of our cell was pitch black besides for the blinking red light coming from a security camera in the corner, but even though we were being watched I still felt safe with Ryan.

Ryan, Subject B, a man I've felt like I've known all my life. Tellexx couldn't tear us apart even if they wanted to. They're the reason all of this happened in the first place.

I felt Ryan run a hand through my hair, which brought me out of my thoughts. "I think we can find a way," he replied, and I leaned into him.

"We'll find a way to escape."

It felt pointless sometimes though. There's no way to escape the temporal arts division. We're stuck as test subjects, we're less than human. They torture us to tell us that.

Ryan and I talk of an apartment, a one bedroom apartment decked out in a bunch of decorations, a bedroom painted a sage green, the kitchen having fairy lights, everything that we could ever dream of, but it was fading away.

"What if we never do?" I asked, and Ryan kissed the top of my head.

"We'll find a way out Dal. I promise you that we will. We're going to get that apartment and live our lives as human beings instead of lab rats, I promise, love."