AIBAK - AROMANTIC / UNKNOWN - SINGLE (& NOT REALLY LOOKING)
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aibak, the puppet
Aibak is the soul of a Viscet that has been trapped into a giant wooden doll. They have not always been that way, indeed they used to be a regular male Viscet, living around the time of WWI. Back then, his name used to be Theo and he was a soldier. A soldier true to his country, willing to protect it with his very life. The only mistake Theo ever made, was to get shot and while in search for help, he came across Willow's hut. The dollmaker, of course, never had any intentions in nursing the wounded soldier back to health; instead, for him, the guy appeared just at the right time. Willow had just finished the creation of a life-sized wooden doll and the dying soldier provided just the last piece he needed: his soul.
When the wooden creature awoke, Theo was not anymore. Instead, Willow gave them a simple name: Aibak - slave. From a soldier, a slave to his country, to a living puppet, a slave to Willow. Aibak has no memories of their past life or their past self, the dollmaker knew just what to do, in order to break their spirit.
They still are a fighter in nature and appear to be a very feral creature. They do not think much for themselves, all they do is to obey Willow's commands. They do not speak for themselves either, although they are very talkactive. But should one happen to be around Aibak for a while, it is soon obvious, that anything they say, is a mere echo of what Willow once said - as Willow is mute, Aibak is once of his thousand voices, speaking for his master, when he can not.
They only ever leave Willow's side, when they are commanded to and when they have to take care of the monsters in the cellar. At night, they can be found watching over the grounds and attacking every possible intruder. Most townspeople that live in any way close to Willow do believe, that Aibak is some sort of a robotic creature. Of course they do... because, let's be honest. Who would even dare to think, that this mindless slave once used to be like them?
When the wooden creature awoke, Theo was not anymore. Instead, Willow gave them a simple name: Aibak - slave. From a soldier, a slave to his country, to a living puppet, a slave to Willow. Aibak has no memories of their past life or their past self, the dollmaker knew just what to do, in order to break their spirit.
They still are a fighter in nature and appear to be a very feral creature. They do not think much for themselves, all they do is to obey Willow's commands. They do not speak for themselves either, although they are very talkactive. But should one happen to be around Aibak for a while, it is soon obvious, that anything they say, is a mere echo of what Willow once said - as Willow is mute, Aibak is once of his thousand voices, speaking for his master, when he can not.
They only ever leave Willow's side, when they are commanded to and when they have to take care of the monsters in the cellar. At night, they can be found watching over the grounds and attacking every possible intruder. Most townspeople that live in any way close to Willow do believe, that Aibak is some sort of a robotic creature. Of course they do... because, let's be honest. Who would even dare to think, that this mindless slave once used to be like them?
Story
I think I have been shot. Or worse. Maybe it was a landmine. I don't know.
But I know one thing: I am dying. But I am not giving up yet.
Maybe I can find help. Maybe. Perhaps. I hope. There is hope. Is there hope?
I have come across a town, but nobody would let me in. I am one of them. Am I?
They seem to be afraid. But why? I need help. I am dying. "I am dying."
"I know." I look around. Has somebody else spoken? Or am I going mad.
It didn't sound like just one voice, either. Rather like hundreds or even thousands.
I guess this is just prove. For my mortality, you know? Perhaps the dead are talking. Welcoming me.
I have reached the end of the town, expecting a cemetary. The perfect place to die, I guess.
But what I see instead, is a hut, next to a huge tree. Did I find help or did I find misery?
A figure getting closer, I reach out for it. I feel a soft embrace. "Help me." I whisper.
"Of course." But I don't feel save. A shiver runs down my spine. If I could have, I would've ran. Away.
But instead, the whispering figure with the thousand voices drags me towards the tree.
Thousand eyes upon me. A sharp pain in my chest. Sweet whispers and promises in my ear. Darkness.
This is the last thing I remember of myself. Of whom? Who was I? Who am I?
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His eyes. Blood red. Resting.
His smile. Mischievious. Snarling.
His touch burns like fire and freezes like ice.
The creature rises. Slowly. And looks at him. All it sees is him. All it hears is him.
Master. Slave.
Aibak. He whispers inside it's head. Still smiling. A paw resting on the creature's shoulder.
"Aibak." The creature echoes. The word manifesting in its simple mind. It's the first word they ever learned.
Aibak. Their name and their destiny. "Aibak." They say again, growling. It sounds good.
The master grins. He looks satisfied. His work is done and he has succeeded.
He leaves the chambers, the creature right behind him. Like a shadow. Like an echo.
It keeps repeating its own name, whispering it, gnarling it, growling it. The eyes fixed on their master.
The creature does not think, but it knows. It knows to serve and to protect.
The master does not say a word, but he does not have to. The creature knows anyway.
When they are commanded to stand still, they do so. Waiting for their master's return.
Curiously, they look at the staff, that is put in their hands. It is wood, just like them.
The creature shows particular interest in the flowers. It nods. Their master does not need to tell. They know.
Next, they take the keychain, leaving it tangling from their neck. A short glance to the heavy iron door.
Then they step towards it. Open it. Step inside. They find themselves surrounded by monsters.
They don't mind. The staff keeps them away. They greet the monsters with a smile.
"They are my children." The master had said that. Aibak repeats it. They don't understand, but they know.
They wander down the tunnel, hands reaching out for them. Voices calling and crying.
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At night they gaze at the moon. Their ears flicker as they hear a distant howl.
A wolf, perhaps? No, not a wolf. The monsters. They know. They smile.
"Protect." They growl. "Protect the children." Their head moves towards the distant sound of footsteps.
The next day, the monsters are quiet. They have been fed.
"Nightly visitors are always welcome." Aibak growls. Their master's words.
They pluck another flower and put it behind their ear.
"Visitors are always welcome." They seem to smile, as a daily visitor steps towards the hut.
No need to step in now, they know. Their master will take care of them.
But I know one thing: I am dying. But I am not giving up yet.
Maybe I can find help. Maybe. Perhaps. I hope. There is hope. Is there hope?
I have come across a town, but nobody would let me in. I am one of them. Am I?
They seem to be afraid. But why? I need help. I am dying. "I am dying."
"I know." I look around. Has somebody else spoken? Or am I going mad.
It didn't sound like just one voice, either. Rather like hundreds or even thousands.
I guess this is just prove. For my mortality, you know? Perhaps the dead are talking. Welcoming me.
I have reached the end of the town, expecting a cemetary. The perfect place to die, I guess.
But what I see instead, is a hut, next to a huge tree. Did I find help or did I find misery?
A figure getting closer, I reach out for it. I feel a soft embrace. "Help me." I whisper.
"Of course." But I don't feel save. A shiver runs down my spine. If I could have, I would've ran. Away.
But instead, the whispering figure with the thousand voices drags me towards the tree.
Thousand eyes upon me. A sharp pain in my chest. Sweet whispers and promises in my ear. Darkness.
This is the last thing I remember of myself. Of whom? Who was I? Who am I?
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His eyes. Blood red. Resting.
His smile. Mischievious. Snarling.
His touch burns like fire and freezes like ice.
The creature rises. Slowly. And looks at him. All it sees is him. All it hears is him.
Master. Slave.
Aibak. He whispers inside it's head. Still smiling. A paw resting on the creature's shoulder.
"Aibak." The creature echoes. The word manifesting in its simple mind. It's the first word they ever learned.
Aibak. Their name and their destiny. "Aibak." They say again, growling. It sounds good.
The master grins. He looks satisfied. His work is done and he has succeeded.
He leaves the chambers, the creature right behind him. Like a shadow. Like an echo.
It keeps repeating its own name, whispering it, gnarling it, growling it. The eyes fixed on their master.
The creature does not think, but it knows. It knows to serve and to protect.
The master does not say a word, but he does not have to. The creature knows anyway.
When they are commanded to stand still, they do so. Waiting for their master's return.
Curiously, they look at the staff, that is put in their hands. It is wood, just like them.
The creature shows particular interest in the flowers. It nods. Their master does not need to tell. They know.
Next, they take the keychain, leaving it tangling from their neck. A short glance to the heavy iron door.
Then they step towards it. Open it. Step inside. They find themselves surrounded by monsters.
They don't mind. The staff keeps them away. They greet the monsters with a smile.
"They are my children." The master had said that. Aibak repeats it. They don't understand, but they know.
They wander down the tunnel, hands reaching out for them. Voices calling and crying.
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At night they gaze at the moon. Their ears flicker as they hear a distant howl.
A wolf, perhaps? No, not a wolf. The monsters. They know. They smile.
"Protect." They growl. "Protect the children." Their head moves towards the distant sound of footsteps.
The next day, the monsters are quiet. They have been fed.
"Nightly visitors are always welcome." Aibak growls. Their master's words.
They pluck another flower and put it behind their ear.
"Visitors are always welcome." They seem to smile, as a daily visitor steps towards the hut.
No need to step in now, they know. Their master will take care of them.