"Help's on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer." For the Twisted AU?
“Help’s on the way. You just have to hold on a little longer.”
Newt knows he’s dreaming. Because the precursors would never let him be so still in real life, not with people around him. These days it’s all ‘blaaaahh we’re gonna rip out your throats if you come in arms’ reach!’ with those guys. So, this can’t be real.
And it’s so quiet.
Nobody else in his head. That’s another tip off that this isn’t real, because for years and years and years he’s had things crawling around his head. That’s real. Quiet isn’t real.
“Newton, stay awake!” Clammy hands touch his cheek, but they don’t feel cold like they normally do.
“I know you’re setting me up.” Newt mumbles to the Precursors.
“What?”
“You can’t trick me. It’s a dream.”
“This is not a dream.”
“Sounds like something nightmare Hermann would say.” Newt forces his eyes to open. “All that’s left is for your eyes to roll back in your head and-”
“He’s delirious.” Hermann says, looking to the side. “I told you destroying the center hivemind would hurt him!”
“I’m not in pain.” Newt’s eyes close of their own accord, and his head lolls, threatening to fall off the nice soft thing it’s resting on. “You forgot that part.”
“...”
“The part where you hurt me?”
“I...”
“Come on, dudes, like, at least try to stay accurate in the sims! W-we’ve- Uh, you’ve...You gotta stay accurate if you wanna keep the suspension of disbelief...Suspended?” He’s so tired. Words aren’t working so well, so he gives ‘em up. They can dig around in his head if they want to figure out what he means.
“No, no, Newton.” Fake-Hermann is shaking him, but it doesn’t stop him from slipping into blessed darkness.
Weird. They haven’t let him fall unconscious before.
They’ve gotta be getting more realistic with their simulations.
