Post by Carro Hofferson on Mar 26, 2020 8:27:20 GMT -6
NO REST FOR THE DREARY
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
Machines were incapable of rest. Carro didn't need sleep, but now he found himself trying to doze off in his bed. Was it selfish to want a moment's respite after yesterday? Carro had managed to wash the blood and ectoplasm off his hands, but the emotional bloodshed still leaked from his mind. He'd pulled his pillow over his head as if to muffle out the sounds of his own thoughts earlier, but peeked out from under to the digital clock beside his bedside. It was already four in the morning. The sound of hail beating against his window echoed into his mic, causing the poor President to flinch and whimper in shock. Snow and sleet only brought horrible memories with them now. Flashes of red among the white snow echoed in his memories.
The howl of wind and hammer of the hail finally got the better of Carro's nerves as he buzzed in stress and defeat, hobbling out of his bed in haste to distance himself from the sounds. The others were still asleep, probably- he was trying his best to keep his metallic footsteps quiet in the halls, though the clunk of metal was still audible. They deserved to rest instead of worrying over him.
With a flick of his the tail-like cord dangling from his back to turn on the lightswitch beside him, Carro collapsed onto the couch of one of the castle's living rooms. This one was littered with folders and papers piled in the corner- yet another mocking reminder from the universe that every second he spent trying to rest was wasting precious time that could be running out any day now. His problems weren't anything to be worried about, he'd get over it- he didn't have any right to overthink and make a big deal out of his stress. Everyone else was suffering more than him, surely- that was what they had to be worried about, not him! But even then, the heaviness in his chest was impossible to ignore. He wanted to breathe out to try and compose himself, or to finally cry his eyes out. Neither were possible now, but he found himself wiping the projected eyes on his screen anyways.
"hhHHhff-" Carro tried to breathe out anyways, clasping where his heart should have been with one claw. He could hear fans spinning in his torso's workings, but nothing escaped the fake mouth. The steaks trailing down the eyes on his screen weren't real tears- they never would be. He tried again before it devolved into a louder, robotic whine.
Slumped against the couch with his hands still clutching his heart, Carro closed his eyes and mumbled quietly to himself. He was alive, even though he didn't have a heartbeat or breath. He was here- still around to bare the world's burden for his friends and family. That was the best thing he could do for them, though it hurt so much. Carro buried his head in his lap with a quiet whimper, engulfed his thoughts. At least nobody was awake to see him like this, right?