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Colorblind:
A cyoa by The Master and The Stray
Chapter 2!
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You decide to look at the old key more closely, master had a ring full of keys that made the door blocker stop being so angry and the doors would listen to him.
But this key isn’t like any of those, they were skinny and shiny, jingly too! This key is dull, with a thick round part, it’s teeth are extra big. The door blocker it’s supposed to fight must be extra angry.
There’s the door back into the kitchen, the door next to masters couch, and a window above the record player and table. The window is covered in bars, does it need to be kept locked away? Maybe windows are scarier than doors.
You head over to the record player, you do love music… master would sometimes play it for you and sometimes you think it might have played during your playtimes together. It takes a moment as you imitate what he would do, but after a moment the needle settles on the record and it starts to spin.
As the music start to play you head back to the couch, climbing up you come in close to look at masters boo boo. You put your hooves on his shoulder, “master? Master?” He really smells, “this might sting a little but it’s for the best.” You take the note and dab away the dark grey… blood, ‘it’s just a cut I’ve had them before’ looking at the spot you see it’s a tiny hole, only a little bigger than the key even.
“See that’s not so bad,” you hesitate before leaning in to give it a gentle kiss, “that will make it better… And with a band aid it will be good as new master.” You parrot back any things he’s said after clean booboo’s after your play times.
You lean against his chest for a second his hoof hanging behind the couch shifts some (slightly adjusting his drawn postion) and you here a jingle, but pay it no mind. His eyes look funny, wrinkly, and red; you close them for him. ‘It must be hard to sleep with your eyes open.’
After doing that you feel a heavy weight in your stomach, sad even though you’re with master… So weird. You climb down, close your eyes and sway and spin to the music. For a moment everything is normal again, when you stop he’ll smile tell you how beautifully you dance and hold you in his laps.
The music stops, the room still smells and master still lays silent and sleeping…
Going over to the table next to the record player you investigate the long little box, and discover inside is a row of little boxes, luckily they have no tiny doors. Inside the boxes are vitiams of different shades, at the bottom of each box is a letter, you can’t read but you know your letters! SMTWThFS that’s what they are and each box is full. Most of the bottles on the table are also full of pills, except… Two bottles of water!
You lick your dry lips, you’re really thirsty but it seemed like master might need water too…
You twist open the first bottle and drink it down, it’s room temperature but clean and fresh. It’s surprising how much better it is than the water master always brought in your bowl, that always was a bit cloudy with a hint of metal and bitter.
You finish so fast it leaves you panting a little, then you head diligently over to master. Climbing up you tilt his head back and open his mouth, the smells is even worse, ‘I should brush his teeth later.’ You put a hoof over his nostrils and start pouring the bottle in, your other hoof moves over his throat, the water starts to go down and he doesn’t cough or choke! You’re confused for a moment why you know to do something like this, or that you feel like praising him. “That’s a good master, drink it all down, that’s a good… Master”. It seems awkward and strange but sound familiar.
Half the bottle is gone before water starts to not go down and you let go. Looks like he’s drooling, he must be nice and refreshed now! You can give him the rest later. Now where to find some band aids or something. You’re feeling so grown up now.
Maybe the bathroom? Not the pads master put down in your room but the nice shiny white room with the swallowing water bowl master taught you to use! Oh and where you could sit in warm water with master in get clean, not like usual clean time with the hose, sometimes you even had playtime in there with him.
Yeah they would be there! You didn’t get to come out your room much but sometimes you got to go to the play yard, and one time you fell on some rocks, then master took you to the bathroom and he moved the part of the wall with the picture of you and the band aids were there!
In excitement you rush toward the room with the long hall, the bathroom is just off it! Suddenly you realize the door is right in front of you, towering above you! You give a squeak of a scream turning and bury your head into masters chest for safety, he gives a gurgling noise and collapses toward you, a clatter of metal from behind the couch. The smell suddenly ten times worse as you scream and retch struggling out of his reach.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Master I won’t go near the door I’m sorry!”
You’ve curled up under the table on the far wall as master is slummed half on and half off the couch now. You can’t help him, the door isn’t going to let you, and master doesn’t like you trying to go through doors. How could you get through…
You keep stealing glances at the door and shivering. Right now you can’t even stand to look at it.
Hiding under the table you fumble for the potion, it helped last time it can help again! You hurriedly drink another dose hoping it lets you forget what just happened too.
The world goes fuzzy, like you’re in fluffy white clouds. Master looks like he’s bent over so he can look under the table to smile at you. That gets you grinning too, you crawl back out when master is happy nothing hurts, you want to kiss him again kissing him is good… You shake your cottony head, ‘heehee, that feels funny’ and refocus you need to leave.
You approach hoof outstretched but as you near you freeze up. Shaking you stand wide eyed, the sight of it after what had just happened paralyzing you. The potion isn’t enough, you need something more to calm you or at least to stop you from staring into the door blockers angry eye.
You try to focus on Master, that he needs you. Slowly you start to steady your breathing and take long calming inhales and exhales. It’s not quite enough so you close your eyes and think of the good times with master, you settle on the non-forgetful after playtime moments where you’d lay with him as he stroked your mane and fall asleep listening to his breathing.
With your eye closed it feels like the world is swaying, but at peace and thinking of master you’re able to move again. Slowly you inch forward and feel your hoof on the doorknob, it doesn’t hurt you everything is okay. You turn it and pull the door shifts, now the scariest part the unknown behind it’s gaping maw! But you imagine master is leading you through, and knowing bandaids are on the otherside you slip through!
You open your eyes to the fluffy drug induced haze on the otherside, your heart is beating like crazy but you are completely fine! To your right the long hall stretches back to the play yard, along the way are the stairs and the bathroom, to your left is the scariest door of all with a bunch of different locks, THE FRONT DOOR! Still in this haze and after what you just did maybe it’s not so scary… A bang sounds behind you as the door slams shut again, you jump and scream running forward into the wall and knock yourself out.
You wake up sometime later, in the long hallway next to the Front Door, you jump up scrambling away from it. You don’t remember how you got in here and your head hurt but you feel a sense of pride about something…
You look down the long hall and notice dark gray spots that lead to the room you came from, were they from master? They lead over and up the stairs, but there across from the stairs is the bathroom door with the bandaids inside, and just further down at the end of the hall is the play yard door and that’s your favorite place in the world. A mix of emotions leaves you conflicted about what you should do and where you should go.
You let out a huff and puff out your cheeks angry you even hesitated, you are on a mission, and it’s a mission for master! Curiosity and fun can wait, it doesn’t matter how master got his booboo it matters that it’s fixed! Fun is never as fun as when master is not around!
Still wearing your puffy cheeked determination face you stomp your hooves over to the bathroom. You deflate as your old nemesis blocks your way, but somehow this door isn’t quite as terrifying… Your heart is racing and you don’t want to get any closer but something is different. What’s happening? What should you do?
Open the door?
No, no, no, no! It’s still too scary looking, things could be hiding right behind it, it could suddenly swing or fall or the knob could bite your hoof like when you were little! It might not terrifying but looking at it still fills you with dread.
Maybe the broom will help? You drag the handle up and down the door edge but it’s far to big to fit and prop it open. You rub it all around the knob but it won’t turn it and just slides off!
You start thinking more and more about master, starting to get anxious. It’s bad if a booboo is left uncovered too long, it becomes worse, right? Master always took care of yours right away, what if master’s is getting worse? What if you’re hurting him by sitting staring at the door?!
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