Who Is She?

Who is she?

[This is a my own small drabble for a oc of mine. It's a genshin oc, ilomilo by Billie Ellish and Who Is She by I Monster really fed into this. Thinking of just doing a oc word vomit one day ong]

The dull ache intensifying as their ragged breaths filled the small space. Images of a woman that looked so much like them flashing through their head. Vision blurring from the real world to something that looked so familiar.

But how?

Who was this mystery woman that had their exact face? It was as if the 'thing' they are now is a fake. Her bright smile and gleaming eyes, mockingly staring back at them. As if to haunt them, to tell them that this is just all a past memory. Something they'll never have again but can only crave.

Crave...

Crave?

How could they crave something when they've never felt it before. Right? Their supposed to not feel emotion. So why is it that they are haggard in a small crumbled ball, feeling conflicted. The cool metal lab floor digging into their knees.

It hurts...it hurts...it hurts

WHY DOES IT HURT!?

"A....ye.......Aye....sha..." A muffled distorted voice pushing through their subconscious. As if someone was trying to gain their attention. The splitting headache just making it unbearable for her to withstand. Finger nubs digging into the ruby locks that fall over their shoulder.

Palm flat against the shell of their ear, trying to block out the mess around them. Eyes squeezed shut in hopes that these flashes of this woman would stop. Gasping and eyes shooting open at the feel of an all too familiar gloved hand. The leather making her skin burn, but in this state, a small part of her wanted to lean towards them. Wanting to seek something from them like a distant memory.

"Ayesha!" In front of them stood what everyone referred to as 'The Doctor'. Someone that they refers to as...their creator.

His mask staring back at them as their blood shot eyes stared up at him. Kneeled before them, head fuzzy like they were stuck in a trance. Vision coming back into focus at the swipe of something on their cheek. Gaze tracking down to the material of the doctors glove that was just a few centimeters from them. A glossy substance on the pad of his glove. Reaching up to touch the area that he had touched, fingers ghosting over the mystery substance. Pulling back their hands to examine it, squinting at the clear liquid that had rubbed off on themselves.

Finally focusing on the feel of the wet liquid running down their face. These were...tears?

"Was it happening again? The visions of the woman?" The same question he would repeat whenever they would get like this. It sounded more like a inspection question then one from concern. It's always been that way, as long they can remember at least.

Feeling the urge to hold back about how vivid they became. Even though it was against their training to keep secrets...this time they felt as they should. It was just gonna be the same process as before, it always was. This incident would just be erased from the little memory they had. Most parts of their time here were, the ones that remained were filled with Dottore and metal walls.

The most vivid ones were those behind the glass wall and the cold metal table they'd lay on. Screams echoing in the silence, machinery whirring in the background.

Nodding to Dottore's interrogation as they forced a wad of thick saliva down their throat. Which did nothing much but make it feel more dry than before. Hands clenching on their knees, expecting his next words.

"Hmm, well then, back to the machine it is. Let's go, Ayesha" His gentle hand that was cradling their face immediately pulled away. As if they were a disgust to him, Dotorre's small flicker of emotion showing past his mask. Tight lipped as he stood, heading behind the glass walls.

Sucking in a sharp breath between their teeth, rising to their feet. Following after their creator obediently despite knowing the pain they'll have to endure again. The ache subsiding and feeling the emptiness that comes after their melt down. One of the few emotions that they were still familiar with.