Second Scare | Accidental Video

[shadowbound]

[Pitch could be seen in his cabin, trying to absorb what he's taken in from his Warden, and his file. His body still ached from the Port, but anger was apparent in his tense fists that rested on the desk, back slouched back against the wooden chair stubbornly.

He opens his hand and stares down at the locket in its palm. moving his thumb, he unlatches it, opening it to reveal a girl, around the age of seven, inside with raven black hair, a pleasant smile on her face. The locket looks worn down and tarnished, so does the picture inside.

Pitch purses his lips, holding back a growl.]

This is absurd. I am not some vessel. I am in control of myself. [He snaps the locket shut and tosses it carelessly across the desk's surface, which clatters off screen.]

I don't believe it. I still don't believe any of it. For all I know it all could have been fabricated by that alien or the Admiral. [He rolls his eyes, tapping bony fingers on the wooden desk.]

A man in golden armor, a hero of the constellations... a father. [A bitter laugh escapes his lips.]

What nonsense.

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[velocette]

They want you to be some hero, then? Or if you're supposed to be a vessel, maybe they're out to fill you up with something else.

[kingofnightmares]

The file said I was a hero from space, a general. His body was possessed by beings called Fearlings and was used as a vessel.

As far as I know, I control myself. I have no memory of anything before my creation.

[velocette]

If you are living your own life, then it doesn't matter what you were.

[He's quiet a moment, with a little smile.]

Not a lot of people remember their creation. Most of them don't realize when it's happening.

[kingofnightmares]

This 'Pitchiner' I was... He was a completely different being as far as I'm concerned. This life I have now is what I made it to be, what I chose to be. And now this Barge think's I should change. It's hard to break the habit of what I've been doing for nearly a millenium.

But where are my manners, I'm Pitch Black. And who might you be?

[velocette]

[He often doesn't comprehend when people ask his name, or his age. He just kind of tunes out automatically. But 'Pitch Black' doesn't sound like a real name, so his brain is able to hold onto it.]

They call me The Motorcycle Boy. But it's just a name.