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This was probably the most confused Dust had been in his entire life.
Well- maybe not the most confused, but this was pretty damn confusing, to his credit.
He and the other two stooges were ordered by the boss to kidnap someone. A human from the stars’ help list, specifically. The operation went through without a single hiccup, and now they all had to take care of this random ass human in their dungeon.
Dust had gone to talk to them in person. There wasn’t a single thing about them that stood out to him. They were just some human the stars constantly kept around.
The human had this ditsy air to ‘em. Aloof, head in the clouds, ‘ a real space case’ , as Killer called them. Dust saw it for himself, and that’s not how he’d describe it.
The human seemed cheery, sure, smiling whenever Dust or the others went to give ‘em their daily dose of socialising, but they had a hollowness to them. Their eyes felt empty, glossed over and devoid of emotion. Their smiles never met those sunken eyes. Dust wasn’t the type to look too far into things, but that look reminded him of the smiles Axe used to give before he regained stability, and that unsettled him.
The boss wanted them to kidnap ‘em to set off the stars. Lure them out, rile ‘em up, freak ‘em, something . It’d been almost two weeks now, and they’ve heard jack shit from the stars. No uproar, no plan to recover their lost asset, goose egg, zilch, nothin’. It’s like those damn stuffed shirts didn’t even notice their friend got snatched up.
Said ‘friend’ had been in their dungeon, wordlessly complying with anything they’d been ordered to do, and not even complaining about their captivity. Not even a hint of an escape plan from ‘em. Every time Dust went to go check on them, they were sitting on the edge of their bed, impassive, looking more porcelain than human.
He wasn’t worried about ‘em. Dream and his lackeys would come and fetch the human when they wanted. They probably trusted ‘em on their own. If this was their version of self-preservation, it was definitely working. There wasn’t a scratch left on ‘em, as far as he knew.
Dust just hoped that the stars would come sooner rather than later. The human looked more dull each time he went to see ‘em.
He kept telling himself that he wasn’t worried. He was just annoyed that the stars were taking so long. They were taking long.
They’d come for the human sooner or later, and if Dust had any say, he’d prefer if it was sooner.