#96, Scars: An HONEST MISTAKE involving MIND CONTROL
Originally posted here on June 10, 2024.
Does your fictomere have any meaningful scars?
Boy, do I. First one, across the eye: one time I went on a trek around the planet when I was fourteen (long story, questionable parents who grew up only with other people their own age from the age of thirteen onwards, mostly uninhabited planet, ditched Sburb session, the works) I ran into A Bitch With Ice Powers and I tried to kill her for... some reason? Honestly my original source (the Homestuck OC offshoot) is weird and hasn't really been touched in, like, a decade, and most of it wasn't written down very well outside of the pesterlogs, so I have no recollection of who this was or why we got into a fight. Weird, right? I mean, I had this fear of winter for decades after, and the scar's seriously messed with my vision, so you'd think I'd remember, but, nope. Other sources have other causes for the scar, but it's usually winter-related and often me picking on someone I couldn't take and getting fucked up because of it. Damage to the eye caused my lightning powers (which come out of my eyes) to go haywire on that side, meaning uncontrollable lightning storms in my immediate vicinity when I get upset, and boy, when I was younger, I could get
upset. I was a really emotional teenager, and not an emotionally mature young adult. Middle age has chilled me out, but yikes, took awhile.
Second one, scar on my neck. One time when I was with my secret girlfriend, her dad tripped over us, and some jackass enemy of mine (again, remember, I was fourteen) decided to mind control him in his moment of Hey, What the Fuck Is The Lu'ann Kid Doing Kissing My Weird Shapeshifting Daughter and shot me in the throat. I'm quick and nearly got out of the way, but not quick enough--bullet grazed me in just the right spot to make talking basically impossible. Ended up mute for a loooong long time. It was an honest mistake involving mind control. I don't blame him at all, and my enemy eventually apologized and became my friend sometime after I got my voice back (I think? Hard to remember.), so it works out. Other sources, again, other origins for the damage and me losing my voice, but it didn't always happen, so whatever. Sometimes it's a big part of my identity--signing for a few decades will do that--and sometimes it's like. Oh yeah, that happened, didn't it? Time's not real to me, given how many sources I have of The Same Fucking Guy in Different Universes (I was the system's favorite OC for a while, can you tell?) , so my identity and how I deal with traumatic events is pretty fluid.