Interview Your OCs Meme

Scorn was used to being handcuffed. He was also used to being forced to answer questions. Yes... sitting in a hard wooden chair, hands cuffed behind his back, in a dark room with a bright lamp shining in his face, not even seeing the human right infront of him, asking him stupid questions about what happened to him, every month for as long as he could remember... it was all normal.

The thing was, he was pulled into the same room everytime. This time, Scorn was pulled into a different room.

They also brought Sweetie. Why her? Sure, Scorn had been asking the men in coats to bring someone else-- he was joking! Doing this for the past nine or so years got annoying but he didn't mean it.... maybe the humans think they could get brand new information out of the youngest of the five?

Scorn told them everything they needed to know. He was good enough.

And Sweetie was crying. Crying. She was afraid of what they might do to her in the lab areas.

Scorn, after kicking the men in the face for handling her so roughly getting her out of the house and being tossed in the back of the usual black car, had told her everything was going to be alright. The men were just going put them in a room and ask them a few questions. No needles, no samples taken, no harm, no more experiments.

He hoped.

On the way over, when Sweetie had calmed down some, Scorn had told her to be quiet. Let him do all the talking. She had nodded, sniffling.

Onced tossed into the chairs, the questions came instantly.

"Hey guys, I've brought you here for an interview, nothing major, it's not like you killed anyone, we just want to know about you. So can you tell me your names, gender, birthday. You know the basics information?"

Scorn rolled his eyes, or tried to. It was hard to do anything with your eyes but squint, dang lights blinding him.

"Who are you?"

The person asking the questions... it was the same voice, the same guy. For as long as he could remember, Scorn was always talking to the same guy. Some old man who obviously didn't care about him or his siblings.

This time, it was a different guy. Are they trying something new? Or did the old guy finally die off?

This was still a guy. Scorn guessed, he still couldn't see. Sounded like one.

He looked over to Sweetie, who had been shoved in the seat next to him. She had stopped crying but her head was lowered. She looked down, seated close to him.

Figuring he wasn't going to get an answer, Scorn asked, "Shouldn't you guys know our names by now?" oh, stupid. One question didn't work and now he wanted a different answer?

But hey, Scorn's been doing this for a long time. Everyone should aleast know their names. Wasn't that why there were here? Not just the room, but the lab area itself?

The five schepsels were either kidnapped, bought, or picked off the streets and brought over, along with a handful of others. The coaters poked them with a few needles, and killed off the older ones.

Now here they are, the children alone... and yet this new guy was starting from day one!

"Robinson." Scorn answered, "Sweetheart." he nodded over to Sweetie. "Boy, girl." he went back and forth, "Seventeen fifty-five? August the sixteenth. Seventeen sixty-two… February fourth."

"Cool," the man said, "so do you two know each other? If you do how'd you meet?"

“Are you serious?” Scorn drawled, “In the friggen house.”

Yep, day one.

But atleast this guy had emotion. The old guy just asked the questions. He didn't give a shit.

Scorn remembered the very first day of the dreaded questioning. He was so scared, he didn't know where he was, what was happening...

"Ok guys, I know we kinda um… brought you here quite quickly, but um…how do you guys normally dress? Anything of importance, like a lucky charm, or a funky cap?"

"Do we really have to---" Scorn threw his head back and huffed. Straightening back up, he slumped; didn't want his eyes to burn out.

Stupid light.

"What else can we wear?" a sigh, "The uniforms you guys gave us."

When the five schepsels were tossed in the house in the middle of the facility, they were told to wear the uniforms they were given. Each of them had different aspects as to what were given to them. They had no choice.

"Awesome," the man chirped, "well where about do you guys live? Some funky apartment? Or maybe a 30 story mansion?"

Is he wondering if we're sane or something? Stupid questions, the fuck?

The coaters have tested his sanity before. Many times. It got annoying. One time, just to see how they would react, Scorn tried acting insane. He went crazy, yelling and screaming, running around, bouncing off the walls; he expected to get tased. Once he was done enjoying everyone's terrified faces, he calmly walked back to his chair and sat back down.

During the nonsense, the humans had turned on the lights. The room was just a plain white room. One door on one side, where he entered, and another door on the other side. A desk and with a lamp, the old man sitting in the chair.

Scorn guessed this room looked the same.

"We live in the house," the boy sighed, "The one you guys threw us in oh so long ago."

"Sounds great," a laugh, "now let's find out how you think of yourselves. What do you think is the best and worst thing about you?"

Oh wow.

He blinked.

New type of question. Sounds great...

"Well," Scorn started. How was he supposed to answer? He didn't think of himself very often. "I eh..."

"I think Scorn's awesome." Oh. Hey. He must have took too long thinking because Sweetie decided to pipe up, "He makes sure we're all okay... I've never seen him scared or lost, he's always ready for anything. I think he was sent down to be our big brother."

The man sounded amused, "Really? Wow…that's a bit odd, but anyway, so what do you think is the best and worst thing about the person next to you? You heard what they think but what do you think?

... Was he talking to him? Stupid light.

"I'm awesome."

"So let's hear a bit about your history, what's your family like? Any siblings? Are your parents together? Got any girlfriends or boyfriends? What about old school friends? Come on tell me."

Oh, question after question...

"I got about four sibs." Scorn drawled, "Here's a sister sibling, right here." a nod over to Sweetie. "The other sister's back at the house. Along with my two brothers."

The boy grinned, eyes to the ceiling up above. He chuckled, "But nah, I'm an only child. Even before the adoption, way back when..." the guy knows that part, right? "My Ma was single, a good mother. She always used to..." no, no trips down memory lane right now.

Sweetie frowned.

"And there was this one guy..." Scorn shifted in his seat, "I don't know what you want me to call him... Andrew?"

Most of the time, the men in coats knew who the kids were talking about without their names...

"I think you guys... I think you guys killed him when you found out about it, though." a chuckle, "Haven't seen him in a while..." a frown, "But Flash was... oh man!" Scorn threw his head back, his eyes closing, smiling.

Oh, all the nights they spent...

"The downer was that you guys poked his brain with one too many needles..." he straightened back up his his chair. Was he rambling?

"We don't know about her," Scorn looked over at Sweetie, frowning.

She was an infant back in the day, no one knew anything about her...

Sweetie shrunk down in her seat, shrugging.

"And, eh, I don't remember school. I don't think I ever got there, too many bullets flying around." Scorn's brow knitted together in both annoyance and thought.

"Ok that's cool, do you work, go to school? Or are you an unemployed bum who lives on the street corner begging randoms for their spare change?" the man asked.

“I’m a bum!” Scorn exclaimed joyfully, earning a giggle from Sweety.

The boy smiled, but mentally rolled his eyes.

Totally wants us to understand we're nothings... or actually want us to go berserk. Give them a reason to put us down...

"Ah, ha ha, no." he sighed. “We’re just loser kids who don’t know what to do with their lives while living in a lab whose space takes up half a city, walled in. Sorry, no job.” school though, goodness, “People sit us down and give us homework, though. Education’s covered."

Kind of, they were given textbooks and three days a week the tutor comes in and shove them papers and tell them to do the work. All the teacher lady does is yell, good thing Scorn taught his siblings to read early on, they're supposed learn by just reading.

"Ok let's delve a bit deeper into your minds shall we?" the man suggested.

"We shall not." Scorn scoffed. What did he mean by that?

The lamp was turned to reveal the man's hands, holding a Ink Blot card. "What do you see in this, anything significant?"

"Eh..." Scorn glanced down at the man's hands. They were pretty young looking. Goes with the voice. "Anything, Sweetie?" he asked, trying to by himself time to see if he can peer throught the darkness enough to see this man.

"A..." Sweetie took a closer look at the card, "flower?" she looked over to Scorn, waiting for him so have a say.

Scorn, though, didn't even look at the card. He knew it was just an ink blot. The boy sat back, closed his eyes, and shrugged. "I think it looks like hmm that comes out of your hmm when you have hmm." he smiled.

And then a quick look at Sweetie. She didn't looked disturbed, instead, she was back to looking at the floor, quiet.

He censored it. At her age, he hoped she didn’t pick up what it meant. But who knew what she watched on TV. Sure, they lived in a bad place, but their TV had everything.

"Wow crazy, " the speaker chuckled, "now for a more random question. What's your favorite song, food, color, animal, book and movie and or tv show?"

More like questions.

The man put the card away and the lamp returned to burning Scorn's eyes.

The kids didn't really listen to the radio much, they had to choice over what they ate, no one of his knowledge were intrested in animals, there were only five books laying around, and they had over nine nundred channels of nothingness.

Both Scorn and Sweetie mumbled out a, "I don't know."

"So before I asked about if you had a girlfriend or boyfriend. What I was wondering is if you have experienced anything with the same sex. As in have you kissed someone of the same sex, done a bit of groping? Or maybe even more? Don't worry, it's not like there's a bunch of cameras around or anything."

Heart attack.

Face flushed, Scorn turned and quickly looked over to Sweetie.

She frowned and backed up, "W-what?"

"Nothing." he threw out.

Oh yeah, ask that to a little girl. I bet they're expecting her to say yes, to who? Her siblings?

Scorn turned back to where the man sat, but quickly shielded his eyes from the light, "And, eh, yes for me."

It was okay to say that infront of Sweetie. Everyone knew about him and Flash.

Of course the two didn't love love each other. They just wanted sex. Scorn would never even think about touching his siblings and Flash wasn't intrested in doing it with someone so young. So they were the perfect options for one another.

"We did many things." Scorn said quickly, "Many, many things. He was awesome."

"Ha ha ha nice," the speaker laughed, "What did you have for dinner last night? It can tell a lot about you."

No it doesn't.

“Chicken soup.” Scorn answered.

The cooks had fed them leftover soup from the night before. It wasn’t even good.

"Well, I was wondering what is the thing you are most afraid of. Heights, graveyards, spiders or maybe something a bit different?" the man asked.

"No, nothing." course they all had their fears, but Scorn didn't want the coaters to know that. Don't give them anything to hang over their heads, "We're not afraid of nothing."

"Do you know any other languages or maybe just a couple of words in French?" the speaker quizzed.

"Eh, yeah." Scorn shrugged. He lived with a mother of many words. "Tu es un âne. Vous et tous les hommes ici. Non," he hated ranting in another language,  "Vous les gars nous a pris loin de nos familles. Ceux trouvés dans des seaux aurait préféré mourir là-bas et pas dans cet enfer."

The boy sighed, "Je ne peux pas attendre de sortir d'ici." and he sat back, hoping this guy didn't understand any word of that, yet, hoping he did.

"What does that mean?" Sweetie asked.

"It means I love life," Scorn mumbled, "In French."

"So what is your obsession? Everyone has one or two and I want to know yours so spill."

Wow, almost like the last guy.

Almost.

"We have nothing to do all day; none." the boy shrugged.

"Ok this is the big one." the man started, "What is your deepest most dark secret of all time? The one that basically no one knows. Everyone has one and I know you two do. Just spill. Only you, me and the person sitting next to you will ever know, because like I said, it's not as we're being watched or anything."

Yeah... must be a new guy.

“We have no secrets.” again, nothing to hang over their heads, “We’re all clean.”

"Ok how would you like to die and why?"

What, do they want us to say it and have an excuse?

“We'd rather just live." a simple answer.

"So, if you had three wishes what would they be?" the man added, "You can't ask for more wishes, bring someone back to life or true love, those are the big no no's."

Scorn could almost see the finger of the man just wagging.

A nod over to Sweetie.

"I... don't know." Sweetie pondered, "but I'd probably use them to help out my family."

"If I could..." Scorn started, but shrugged.

Didn't she say not to worry?

Just thinking.

"What are the three things you would take with you if you got stranded on an uninhabited island?" another stupid question of the man.

“Um, a bottle of water, some matches, and some type of food.” Sweety answered.

“A good book,” Scorn drawled, “a teleporter, and the key for it.”

"Ok, another more slightly personal question." the man started.

Oh god.

"What do you like most in the opposite sex? Both appearance and personality wise."

No. Stop.

Scorn held a hand out towards Sweetie, stopping her from saying anything.

"I don't know." he mumbled.

Not infront of the child.

The man sounded entertained, laughing. "So what does your house normally look like? Super tidy or worse that a pig pen?"

The lower level of the house was generally a wide open space, anything left out wouldn't take up that much space. They kept the lower level neat and clean though, they didn't want any of the humans waltzing in and telling them they live in a pig pen.

The upper level though...

"Eh," Scorn shrugged, "Half and half."

Their rooms were upstairs. They could keep it however they liked.

"Wow interesting..." there was a pause from the questioner, "I'm running low on questions but I think I can find a few more... ah yes, if you could change anything about yourself what would it be?"

Scorn tilted his head at this. Let's see...

Sweetie looked at the boy and shrugged, shaking her head.

Neither of them knew what. So they sat, poundering over this.

"Um," until the man decided to move on. "This might be slight embarrassing but are you are virgin at all? Or have you already had sex?"

Scorn threw his head back and Sweetie grew red.

“No…” Scorn groaned, “What do you think she’s been doing in her short life?” he gestered to the girl beside him, “Stop asking the sex and personal questions…” he grimaced.

Scorn would be more than willing to share his answers to questions such as these some other time. Not when he was in the company of one obviously too young to be thinking about any of this.

Not to mention, also in the presence of his Sweetheart, Scorn couldn't go about his usual ways about the coaters. She'd find him... different.

"Well, do you believe in magic? Any sort of fantasy thing?" another question, "Or are you a total non believer?"

"Yeah!" Sweetie chirped with a small smile, "Magic's everywhere."

If there were magic, Scorn scoffed silently, pixie dust would've poofed us away.

Since the speaker said he was running out of questions, Scorn thought this session would be over shortly. He was right. The last few minutes were spent with a 'what if' type of game. Sweetie seemed fond of it, just like he was when he first played it.

Were the coaters planning to take each of the five in here atleast once? This has been the first time they got someone besides himself.

But if each of it ended up like this one, Scorn was okay with it. So long as he comes with.

Once told the questioning was over with Scorn jumped right up and waited for Sweetie.

Only to find out his butt was hurting.

Starting over from day one took a long time.

The seats were hard.

Oh oui,  j'aime vraiment la vie.