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If you are seeing this then you may have noticed that ARCHIVE has been added to the end of this url. Odd huh?
Jack has been moved to his own blog under the old URL @subjectwyk
This particular blog is an archive so please go to the new one to interact with little Jack and with the adult Jack that used to be on wyk-result which is now @wyk-result-archive
All my best
Soooo.... Here’s a plan:
I’m going to move Jack to his own Main Blog. Combine him and the Adult Jack I have. And then.... be around to rp? I will have the same URL when all is said and done. For now what I’m using is @subjectwyktemp >.< It’s very creative isn’t it?
Eventually I’ll need to make it so this and @wyk-result auto-redirect to the new blog. So if anyone knows how to do that... please message me at the new one. I’d appreciate it. Cause I’m dropping in here only to grab things. While making that thing and doing rl stuff and such.
Anyhow, I miss you all Dearly and I hope to speak with you soon.
Oh, and suggestions on theme always great cause look at my blogs I suck. Anything good you see was not my doing I always have help from friends. >.<
All my best
Abigail smiled sympathetically down at the boy, stroking his hair softly. She felt awful that she hadn’t taken him out of that place sooner. She felt horrible that she knew about the experiment the whole time. But all that mattered was that he was safe with her now. She wasn’t going to let anything happen to him now.
“Don’t you worry about the tests, Jack. You won’t have to go through any of that again, alright? I promise I won’t let them make you go through that again.” Abigail spoke simply, looking down at him, wishing he never had to go through any of it for a man who didn’t care about what happened to him.
The boy tried to frown but his face didn’t seem to work. The world floated around him. Or was he floating in it? Either way the sensation was enough that Jack wasn’t sure he was capable of truly making any facial expressions. Was a little surprised to be speaking.
“Without the tests.... what will I do?” He was an experiment. That was all. He came from the money Mr. Fontaine provided and the science of Mama Tenenbaum and Papa Suchong. Without the tests he was nothing. A failure. He’d be taken care of and they’d start again with a new one. The tests were all he knew.
“You’re... going to make Papa Fontaine very mad.... M-m-miss Winters...”
do you have a happy memory?
The child giggled. It was wrong, coming from a boy his size. Nearly thirteen with the giggle of a boy half his age or less. It scrunched his nose and made his bright blue eyes shimmer with delight.
“Of course I do. I think everyone does. That was a weird question to ask.”
SEND ME ⚜ + A CHARACTER OR SHIP NAME AND I’LL MAKE A GRAPHIC OF THEIR AESTHETIC // @subjectwyk
— L A D Y A D E L E & J A C K ↳ ʙᴏʏʟᴇ ɪɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴠᴇʀsᴇ
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will f e a r noevilfor you are CLOSE beside me.
I accidentally started writing the prompt for @wyk-result for adult @subjectwyk instead, and I wrote enough before realizing the mistake that I’m posting it anyway.
The girls have done their best to make Jackie’s hospital room nothing like the cold white rooms of her memory. Flowers from C.J. and Masha bloom red, violet, and orange; nearly every other inch of the bedside table is covered with colorful cards. Vibrant yarns are piled high at the foot of her bed, and the steady click of her knitting needles is just out of time with the monitor’s beeps.
Not the worst hospital she’s been in.
Abigail’s smile faded quickly, and she stood up from the stood, looking over to the control room. “Leave him alone!” She screamed, throwing her stool at the window. Even though it bounced straight off it was the action that counted and not the damaged.
Fuck this. Fuck all of this. “I’m getting you out of here, Jack.” She said plainly, taking out all of the tubes and wires that were connected to him. “You won’t have to come to this horrible place again. As soon as he was disconnected from everything, she picked him up in her arms and walked out of the door.
She went into a bathysphere and lay him down on the curved bench, pulling the lever next to him to go to the Fleet Hall. It was one of the only places Fontaine hadn’t rigged up with all sorts of his own security equipment.
Distantly Jack was aware of being moved. He was very distantly aware of a lot of things. Of wanting to make sure they tucked in his new teddy before they went on the picnic. Of wanting to make sure Mama Tenenbaum wouldn’t be too mad. Of being worried that the test wasn’t over. Of being worried the test would never be over. That he’d died on that bed.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. Everything hurt. Every inch of him. His hands still shook. He noticed that first. And there was blood coming from some place. He could see it on the floor. Not a lot. But red in the light of the... the Bathysphere. He was in a Bathysphere. With Miss Winters.
“Did... D-d-did I do good?” Jack mumbled, worried as always that he’d failed the test and they would do it again. That the experiment didn’t work.
(Elisabeth): "OH BABY IM HERE AND IN A BLANKET FORT" "COME TO THE BLANKET FORT"
The child glanced either way over his shoulder. He should be practicing with the guns. Like he was told. But then. If they had wanted to make absolutely sure he’d do it they would have used WYK wouldn't they? They knew he hated the guns.
He grinned and dove toward the dark haired woman. She was nice. She always seemed nice at least. She had things like forts made out of pillows. And forts made out of blankets. And blankets.
“Hi Miss Elizabeth.” Jack whispered, crawling over to her as if it would help to hide his adolescent frame. “How did you make a fort out of blankets?”
Abigail smiled with him, giggling slightly at the sight of him. She loved being around children, and she hoped that she would one day have one of her own. Jack was a good substitute until then. Jack’s smile made her feel guilty about the knowledge of what he was being used for, but there was nothing she could do about it; it would get them both killed if she spoke up.
“I’m so glad you like it, Jack. I’ll get the results in a while. And once this is over, guess where we’re going?” She looked around before leaning closer to him, beaming at the boy. “We’re going to go to Arcadia and have a picnic.” She whispers to him, making sure no-one else can hear. “But Papa Suchong and Mama Tenenbaum can’t know about it, okay? Neither can Papa Fontaine. He’s proud of you, you know. Even if he doesn’t say it.” She reassured him, holding his small hand in hers and rubbing the back of it with her thumb.
“You can bring the teddy to the picnic if you’d like.”
Miss Winters was the best person in the whole wide world. They were going to leave the lab for a picnic. Papa Fontaine was proud of him. He could bring his brand new teddy with him out of the lab. Papa Fontaine was PROUD of him. He was doing good.
look if we rp, you are more than welcome to send me headcanons at ungodly hours, TALK IN ALL CAPS ABOUT OUR BABIES, and send me like ten memes a day. I honestly won’t be annoyed and I won’t mind. In fact, I want you to.
Abigail had stopped by one of the many shops in Fontaine’s Department Store and picked up a small teddy bear for the “subject”. She was doing this behind Fontaine’s back, because if he found out that she was being nice to the “subject” then he wouldn’t be too happy with her.
As she walked into the lab and looked around before noticing Jack in his bed. She took a deep breath and walked over to him, smiling brightly at the boy. “Hey, Jack, how’re you feeling, my brave lil boy?” As she asked him the question, she took the teddy bear out of her bag.
“I got this for you!” She chimed, putting the bear beside him on the bed and pulling up a stool.
The child beamed, more thrilled about the bear than a boy his apparent age should be. He clutched it to his chest with a happy little sound before remembering the monitors and letting it go. He tucked it in neatly next to him, still grinning. Miss Winters was the nicest grown up allowed to talk to him. She even called him his name.
“I’m ok. I don’t think they started much yet. It doesn’t hurt.” It usually hurt when the real science started. When they were aging him and growing him and adding phrases to his brain.
“Thank you for the teddy. I’d seen the Little Sister’s with bears and it wasn’t fair that I never had one. I really like him.” Jack just hoped that no one would take his new bear away. “Did you come for the results? ‘Cause I did better at shooting last time. Papa Fontaine will be happy. Right?” He wanted to never hold a gun again. But if he was going to be allowed to exist at all, he would have to be good enough to do what he was made to do. Much as he hated it.
