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BROKEN MEME

broken meme

You may once have been a great hero, or a modest regular person. But something has pushed you past the limit. There's simply no going back to who you used to be. To be seen now, your friends, your family, would they even recognize you? Your savior was too late. The pain was too much. The pleasure was too intense. You've been short-circuited.

You're broken.

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C. Probably some triggers involved here. Read at your own discretion, etc.

1. Pain.
You've been pushed beyond your limits and become light-headed, 'floaty'. The sight of your own blood doesn't provoke a reaction anymore, and seeing a friend might cause you to smile, or talk strangely. You might not even recognize them. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's alright now.

2. Lust.
No, no, no became yes, yes, yes. Dignity and self-respect have faded, replaced by an insatiable and alien feeling of want. You've reached a point where shame doesn't even occur to you anymore. Your eyes seem out of focus and your smile doesn't look right. Look, I've made so many friends who like me...! Do anything to me if it feels good.

3. Shock.
What has been seen cannot be unseen. A revelation about a friend, a loved one, an enemy- something has shocked you in a way you can never reverse. It may change not only the way you look at someone or something, but also the way you see the rest of your life. I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I saw...

4. Oppressed.
What's it like outside my cage? Your spirit of rebellion or confidence has been cracked, and your rescuers might not be there in time to salvage what's left of your spirits. You've long since accepted that getting away from this oppression is impossible- Perhaps you've even become attached to it as the only way to live life. Yes, sir. No, sir. Sorry, sir.

5. Corruption.
Something has eroded you. You're not like you used to be. You're obsessive, your face is darker. You may even see who you were before as weak or useless. Whether it's a magic ring or Phazon infecting your body, you're going grimdark and it's looking a little too late to pull you out of it. This power is far greater than what I had before! To think I used to believe in justice!

6. Hysteria.
When you talk, you don't make any sense. Pure Charisma Break. Maybe you were a god stripped of your might, or you've suffered a terrible defeat. Either way your ego has snapped, leaving you a total mess and unable to function. But how could this be? How could I lose?!

7. Desperation.
Where before you were airy, confident, in control of yourself, you're now a ragged and fuming pile of hopeless anger. As a fighter you may have been careful or even graceful; now you swing wildly, strike without precision. You simply cannot accept the situation, cannot accept your own fall. It's not over! I'm still in control! I can still fix everything!

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Dean frowned, now just looking confused. "Is what a real option?"

"You said..." Lindsey lowered his head again. "Being someone's pet." He was broken enough to consider it. It might give him a chance to recuperate, like what he needed.

Dean pulled away, looking beyond confused. He...must have misunderstood somehow. "I....yeah that happens but it's usually a punishment. It's degrating as fuck, you're pretty much treated like a hellhound. You don't wanna be that, just shut up and lets go.". He stood and waited for Lindsey to join him.

Lindsey didn't get up though, but stayed where he was seated on the ground. He was so tired right now, his mind was numb and his body still echoed with phantom pains of his tortures. For a while, he just wanted to hand over the reigns to someone else.

This was what he had been trying to tell the demon. He wasn't ready to do what he wanted him to. He might be, he could be, there was still anger in him enough for that if nothing else, but not yet. Not right now.

He looked up at Dean. "You'll take care of me... you won't hurt me?"

"You're not serious....nonono," he held up his hands and started to back off. "I don't need a puppy.". Cute as this one was. But the amount of shit he'd get from Sam wouldn't be worth it. "Demon pets are usually attack dogs or whores and always pathetic. At least pretend like you're better than that."

He laughed softly, his shoulders sagging around him. "I'm not pathetic enough?" While he was no longer a virgin, he wasn't a whore. He also was worthless for attacking. He couldn't even be either of those things, he had an abundance of pathetic.

"Give me a week..." He murmured, looking up at Dean with his eyes practically begging with how they shone. "I need..." A place away from this, somewhere to pull himself together, a way to redefine himself. "Just a week."

Dean growled in frustration. He couldn't give into this shit. "That's not how this goes! You break into a thousand pieces, we glue you back together into something useful and you go to work. You don't get breaks, you don't get to hide. You've been bitching for special treatment since you got here and I have to get yelled at about it every fucking step of the way."

As soon as Dean started growling, Lindsey cowered back and his mind shut down again. He wasn't even aware he was doing it, that he started saying "I'msorryI'msorry" as he tried to curl up against the wall and away from the angered demon. It was intuitive to get away from the creature that could hurt him the most. He even scrambled to get up, thinking that was what Dean wanted him to do, but he couldn't get his feet up from under him. "Please... Glue me back... Anything, please... I'm sorry."

Dean just shook his head, embarassed for the man and turned to leave. Lindsey could follow him or not, at the moment he really didn't care. This wasn't his job, this wasn't his business.

Lindsey eventually managed to get to his feet but by then Dean had already moved off ahead. He tried to catch up, but those demons that didn't dare to meet Dean's eyes had no such qualms about making a move on the stray soul. "Wait!" he cried out in genuine fright.

Dean turned around and snarled when he saw wild demons approaching the man. One grabbed at lindseysbarm but immediatly found in a million pieces. The other demons immediatly backed off, whispering desperate apologies as Dean grabbed Lindsey roughly by the arm and stormed away.

Lindsey latched himself to Dean afterwards, still whispering apologies and following close on his heels. "Don't leave me," he begged when they were at a quieter corner together. Leaning forward, he tried to rest his forehead against Dean's back as he fought to control his shaking. "I'll do what you want... I'll try. I'll really, really try. Don't... don't leave me to them."

"Ok, enough," he mumbled and pulled him off. "Rule one, enough with the groveling. If I want you to grovel ill let you know, so just stop now, understand?"

Lindsey honestly wasn't trying to grovel but had meant every word he said in hopes of keeping Dean pleased. However, rather than try to explain all that, he just nodded his head frantically. "...two? Rule two?"

Dean just stared at the man in shock. "You're serious....you want to voluntarily enter slavery."

Lindsey winced at the word. That... that wasn't what he wanted. "No..." he answered, looking confused and unsure and struggling to regain his sense of self. He was entering this too fast, making decisions when he hadn't been off the rack for more than an hour. How was he supposed to make a good choice when he could barely remember his own name? "I don't know... I don't know! I want... I want the pieces glued back together but I don't have all the pieces!"

"Thats because some of the pieces are gone, they stole them away and you can't get them back.". He moved forward, lightly brushing the man's cheek. "That's why you go train, make new pieces. You don't wanna be my slave Lindsey, be my little pet...tempting an offer as it is," he mumbled while looking the other man over. "It's degrading, it's dehumanizing."

Guided by the brush, Lindsey glanced up into the demon's face, nuzzling slightly against the hand in natural reaction. "I..." He didn't like the sound of those words that Dean was tossing at him, but, go train and... try to rebuild pieces? His mind kept cringing from that too. "...I like you." While it was probably Stockholm, he also couldn't pull together enough to care.

(( Tough decision... what to do with Lindsey. Any preference? There'd be a whole lot less interaction between them for a while if he goes away. He'll come back remade but not the lawyer he used to be. Stick around Dean and he'd regain some of his original personality since all the guy needs is a break to pull together. Though, not sure if Dean will take him in only for a short while then send him off again. ))

"You're insane, but I'll take it as a compliment," he smiled a little, he couldn't help it. The thing was cute.

((I'd honestly say its up to you since its your dude, which are you more interested in exploring? Crossroad Lindsey or puppy Lindsey? It's true Dean might get attatched, though I don't know if Sam would let him keep the thing. This is all weird because this story is sort of existing in an AU my Sam and I created so Dam knows about this because when Dean in thread says he's gonba go talk to the king about it, he actually has been....which probably sounds odd))

Lindsey sniffled back his tears and pouted slightly. He knew he was missing a few —a lot— of screws, but it would be nice to not be called insane. "What... what will being your pet be like?" He was honestly considering it. It couldn't be worse than being on the rack and he had suffered through that.

(( I'm assuming you an Sam-mun still keep ooc contact hence the ability to inform them of developments despite the lack of internetz? Or do you mean, something like this actually happened before in your AU? Either way, I do hope they get internet back soon... I really would like to meet Sam, assuming there's interest. Your stories sound awesome.

And, uh... let's play with puppy!Lindsey for awhile with the potential for him to go train later. Dean might want to let him go anyway when Lindsey starts getting his personality back and gets a bit more willful. He's totally Stockholming here. I'm also amused that Dean keeps thinking of him as a thing, and how we have two threads that are almost inverse of one another. ))

Dean frowned, confused again. "I don't know, I've never had one. You'd be my slave, you'd be whatever I want."

((Sam is my BFF irl, used to be my roommate actually. So my demon dean told her Sam about Linds.

Puppy Lindsey is fine with me, just hope Dean won't get too attached and punish him if he's willfull))

Lindsey should, if he was anything more than the broken quailing mess that he was now, turn away at this point. He used to be respectable, he used to valued, but Hell had ruined him completely of all that. Now even the thought of relearning all that had him shaking slightly.

Which meant to go with the choice of familiarity.

"...just yours?" He recalled the other demons trying to reach for him moments ago and he hadn't liked that. If he was going into this voluntarily... that meant he could ask first, right? He shouldn't... he shouldn't enter a deal without knowing all the rules. That was something he used to know.

(( Is that with or without the player knowing her Sam knows? XD ))

Dean seemed almost a little offended by the question. "I....well yeah. I don't share well...that's probably something you should know about me. Also my brother says Im insane..so there ya go."

((lol, yes she knows))

Lindsey nodded, looking somewhat reassured by that admission. "Don't want others," he agreed, feeling discomforted by the thought alone. "What's rule two?"

(( So when Dean says something about Sam, I'm guessing... he really meant what Sam said. XD Wait... seriously?! 10 years!? ))

"Seriously?". Dean shook his head. "If you'd be dumb enough to want to do this...I guess rule number two would be keep your mouth shut. When we're around demons you keep your head down and your mouth shut. You act up it looks bad on me and you get punished."

((lol, Sam just hated that dean got them involved, and once Lindsey was on the rack Sam said at least a decade. Now he doesn't care anymore, just likes dean distracted and not breaking things))

Haha, looks like he may get one

Just temporary. Maybe.

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