CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Charles Horse remembered when he used to have friends and they'd walk to school together. That was him, wasn't it? Not actually the him that existed now, but a much earlier version. He had the memories of that young Horse. It had been him. It was hard to feel the things that young Horse had felt now. It was hard to remember what feelings felt like in general. But he could remember the route they walked to the school. The street they cut through as a shortcut. The flats on one side of it, small, one bedroom flats. They looked ugly on the outside. He used to wonder what kind of a person would live in one of those flats. He remembered the man. The man who'd look at them out of the window of one of those flats sometims. He remembered him having intense eyes, but that could just be his memory doing some editing. He and his friends had noticed that man. They'd called him Pyscho Man. He looked like a pyscho, they'd thought, so it made sense. It had been cruel, probably, but it had been funny at the time. They used to look at him and laugh. Fucking Psycho Man. He remembered that one time they'd seen Psycho Man outside of that flat, at the nearby shops, walking home. He'd had a toothpick in his mouth. Who would go out like that? He'd seen them. They'd seen his psycho eyes. They'd ran away shouting "PSYCHO MAN!"
Charles Horse returned to the present day. They made him leave his home. It hadn't really been his home for the last few years, technically, but he thought he could stay there forever. They decided it was too big for him. He didn't deserve to be there. He needed to be stuck inside somewhere smaller. They'd found a flat for him. He hadn't wanted to go, but he'd been too anxious and depressed to speak. Too tired. Charles Horse was so, so tired. He hadn't even realised at first where the flat was. The outside looked nicer than he remembered. But, one day, he'd been standing in his new kitched, just staring out the window at his new view. Wishing he was somewhere else. Wishing he was in the past. He'd seen some school children walked by. This street, it was a shortcut to the school. He'd stared at them dumbly, as they'd pointed and laughed at him. And, in that moment, Charles Horse had realised what he was. What he'd always been destined to become.
He was Psycho Man.
Charles Horse returned to the present day. They made him leave his home. It hadn't really been his home for the last few years, technically, but he thought he could stay there forever. They decided it was too big for him. He didn't deserve to be there. He needed to be stuck inside somewhere smaller. They'd found a flat for him. He hadn't wanted to go, but he'd been too anxious and depressed to speak. Too tired. Charles Horse was so, so tired. He hadn't even realised at first where the flat was. The outside looked nicer than he remembered. But, one day, he'd been standing in his new kitched, just staring out the window at his new view. Wishing he was somewhere else. Wishing he was in the past. He'd seen some school children walked by. This street, it was a shortcut to the school. He'd stared at them dumbly, as they'd pointed and laughed at him. And, in that moment, Charles Horse had realised what he was. What he'd always been destined to become.
He was Psycho Man.