POV: Rick
Day 1
"Rick! It's time for our daily session!"
Those are the only words I remember from before I fainted and now.
What type of parent does this? More importantly, why hasn't someone stopped it?
For each second that passes, I regret my lack of planning for a plot more and more.
Since I have the time, I decide to look around the room I am confined in a bit more. Not that I looked at it before.
It is actually rather small, to the point that I could only lay two adult men on the ground lengthwise.
The floor is... actually just stone. As well as the walls. And the ceiling. The door is made of iron though.
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'Isn't this a cell!?!'
It finally makes sense! I didn't realise this before because I was a stupid, gullible child!
The hammer is a torture device, and i've been confined in this cell for my entire life, for some unknown reason.
Wati, since the hammer is my inheritance, does that mean this place raises certain types of people? Is that what they're doing to me?
Well, not anymore. It is time to start the escape plan.
My first goal: get the hammer. It will be incredibly useful. I just need to grind that smash skill, until it ranks up.
My first predicament: How do I get the hammer?
The hammer is out of reach for my two year old body, so I need some other method.
My second predicament: Where do I hide the hammer?
I am in a completely empty stone room, save for the hammer and myself.
My third predicament: How do I find the exit to this place?
I have never been outside of this cell. For my whole life.
My fourth pre- Oh, who cares? There is just way too many problems to solve. I'll just wing it.
What's the worst that could happen?
I decide to get some rest before I attempt my escape.
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Day 2
I think I rested for too long.
Why? Because I woke up to this.
"Hey, Rick! Are you ready for our daily session?"
Yeah. That sucks.
Moving on, I lost most of the time I could use, so I will have to try something drastic. Wall jumps.
I used to watch parkour tutorials on youtube, so maybe I could pull this off with some practice. I start to get up onto my feet, only to shortly after greet the floor with my face.
I-uh, I didn't think about that. This toddler barely ever used his legs, since he didn't need to. Assuming from the fact that I am still alive, they feed me too. Probably while I am asleep.
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Now that I think about it, where do I even relieve myself? I am in a empty room after all.
I think about the subject for a while, and shudder at the thoughts going through my head. I don't think I even want to know.
So, new goal: use my legs enough that I could actually stand, and move fluidly.
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Day 4
My efforts so far have not gone to waste. Though I still cry after every session, I can at least stand for a second or two now.
Soon enough, i'll be like... hmm... I actually have no one to compare myself too. Never thought that would happen.
So, the only thing interesting so far is that the hammer seems like it's lower now.
Maybe with time, it'll be low enough for me to reach it. Either that, or it is just an illusion to provide me with false hope.
I'm fine with either one. Preferably the former.
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Day 8
I can finally stand for at least two, or so minutes before losing balance, but progress is progress. Not progress that I have enough patience for anyway.
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Day 16
I keep track of days through the use of my trusty brolic calender. It's rather painful though. I want a refund.
I think I can finally hold myself upright for a few hours, though I would get extremely tired.
Today, I'll practice wall jumping. I'll be a master in no time.
I hoist myself up onto two feet, and make a mad dash for the wall. As soon as I am close enough, I jump and... make my descent towards the ground, face first.
"Fuck!"
I get up once again, and wipe my nose checking for any leakage of blood. There seems to be none.
Sometimes, I forget that I am a toddler now, with incredibly weak legs. So, obviously, I wouldn't be able to jump the same distance I could before.
Well, no point in giving up. Just have to try again. And again. And again. You get the point.
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Day 32
I can finally stand normally, but the wall jumps are still difficult.
I can only jump off the wall in the opposite direction.
Maybe I should start with wall running first?
I'll do that.
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Day 69
I had great success with the wall running so far, but I think i'm getting too comfortable here. Is this Stockholm Syndrome?
I mean, sure, the daily sessions are painful, but isn't everything provided for me?
I might start losing my mind soon too. I should hurry. Unless i've already lost my mind. Did you know that I am horrible with writing the First Person POV of someone who lost their minds? Or any character in general? I'm even worse with sticking to their personalities.
Maybe I have lost my mind. No sane person talks to themselves after all. Or maybe they do? Who knows, and honestly, who cares?
I just want freedom. Is that so much to ask for?
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Day 128
"Take me down to the riverbe~nd. Take me down to the fighting e~nd. Wash the poison from off my ski~n. Teach me how to be whole agai~n."
Oh, I didn't see you there. What was I doing? I was singing. What song? Castle of Grass. By Sinkin’ Park. What were you doing? Oh, of course, you were watching my wonderful self sing.
How silly of me not to think of that earlier.
So, how's your day been? Good? Mine too. I've just been sitting here, sometimes running up the walls, and whatnot.
You know, I was visited by Bob earlier today. Bob is a rather handsome dark skinned man, with orange, serpent like eyes. I think he is about 6 feet tall.
He was just walking by through one of the walls, and stopped to say hi. He also told me to say hi to you. So, greetings from Bob.
My neighbour over there, you know, the Bicorn? Yeah, earlier today, he was farting skittles. It was pretty cool. They tasted likke shit though.
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Day ???
Hmm... I am still two years old? I thought for sure I would get older by now. Anyways, I got another visit from Bob today.
He came with his wife Marianne. I personally think she is a slut. There are a lot of rumors about her adultery, but everyone hides it from Bob.
Bob does some horrible things to people who betray him.
Well, the conversation went something like this:
"Hey, Bob! What's with the unexpected visit?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just came by to say hi. Also to collect your rent."
Did I forget to mention that? I am one of his tenants. He owns this place.
"You know, if you don't pay soon, i'll have to send Mr. Brolic over, right?"
"I know, i'll get the rent soon, so please, please, please don't!"
"Whatever. You know my wife Marianne right?"
I turn to look over at Marianne, a beautiful woman wearing incredibly skimpy clothes, with short straight red hair and blue eyes.
"Yeah. Hey there, Marianne."
Take note that as a toddler, my voice does not sound that pleasant.
"Hi Rick!"
She gave me a little wave while saying that.
"Well, anyways, we should get going now. There seems to be an unauthorised military escort heading towards this very nurturing area, so we have to take care of that. See you later."
"Goodbye, Rick."
"See you later Bob! You too, Marianne!"
I wave them off with a little smile and sit down again.
Soon after, I feel a wave of some powerful energy pass through my body, causing me to fall unconcious.
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Later the Same Day
I groggily open my eyes, still not quite ready to get up. Putting my hand down as support for my body, I feel a long, hard shaft. I curiously start to rub it, until I get to its base and feel a larger cylandrical portion.
"The hammer! I forgot about that! Though I don't know how, as it was used on me every day."
I mumble this under my breath, and in quick succession, I hear a muffled voice. I pick up the hammer and my eyes start to adjust.
"What.. happened?"
All around me are familiar faces. No, nevermind, I mean, all that can be seen around me is rubble, and occasionally another person.
But that dead Bicorn is a familiar face. Why is he dead? And why is he surrounded by shit rather than skittles?
Wait, aren't I free now? I must admit, I had a pretty poorly planned plot. I'm surprised that i'm still even alive. I wonder where Bob went.