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[othellovonryan]

Noise.

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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[othellovonryan]

[Catherine hadn't been able to See Donnie as of yet. Her judge of his character was very accurate, he admitted as much, but that's what it had been. A judge of his character. Not his narrative, not his story, not the things that have tied him to a greater fate beyond just a boy too smart for his own good sometimes. Whether that was the affect of the place, or the confusion of a boy whose soul is actively tethered to an entire family of ghosts, who can say, but in the Heart, it finally makes sense.]

[Give it to the Technodrone, they don't seem to be too intimidated by the words, but considering the age and knowledge, its probably also not the first its born witness to such things.]

[But as the fire lashes out, connects to the tentacles, something becomes clear.]

[The room is Donnie.]

[The Connection that happened came from Donnie.]

[There is another presence in the room that is Donnie.]

[The Technodrone Is Not Donnie.]

[Its not a memory. Not a manifestation of all that knowledge.]

[Its not even the snake.]

[But a spark of a soul for a new entity.]

[Donnie's influence is, however, tied into the Technodrone. There is a restraint in this being that kept them from immediately go for the kill option, and that can only be in Donnie because the creature itself does not know mercy nor patience for benefitless inconvenience.]

[And that is where something slots in about Donnie's narrative role.]

[He is a creator. He makes things no one else has yet, that no one else yet can in his world. It finds the edges of what is possible and he pushes those boundaries.]

[But less expected is the connection he has to the natural world. He is a wonder with plants. He has a way with animals that the others simply don't.]

[And despite how cold he can be, the pragmatist, the introvert, the one who can listen to a sob story and not care if the person had ever once hurt him and his-]

[He adores people. He wants for connection despite how difficult people are.]

[It is perhaps the combination of all these facts that lead to one surprising fact.]

[Donnie can create life.]

[There is a robot bear, terrorizing children in a pizzeria, bemoaning the injustice of his existence, and Donnie realizes all he wanted was his OWN birthday-]

[There is a voice over the computer telling him that he was to go to sleep an hour ago and he says snooze another hour, only to have his computer shut off as the voice insists and he realizes with a start that SHELLDON has gone against his orders when he knows he's not malfunctioning-]

[There is a bed, with missiles and blades bearing down on him, he's ready to fight...only to be called father, and well at this point, he just accepts it-]

[Donnie's mystic powers could make anything that Donnie himself can make. If he has an intimate understanding of something, he can make it, and the Technodrone had given him the knowledge to make aspects of the Kraang. And with it, the more he made, the more he poured into this work...]

[Just like several other works]

[It had started to live independent of Donnie's say so.]