The Relaxation Room/Ending
once again i got this idea from an ask i'll post later-- so ty for the idea!
Narry can get too wrapped up in his own processes sometimes- too wrapped up in the final product to enjoy the moment. He often stresses himself out about "running out of time" to become a writer and lives his life like it's just a waiting game before he can finally get what he wants. This room is to help him relax, enjoy the moment for what it is, and take a break before he continues on his way.
It's a very nice room. There's a large pool, beautiful music playing, and Narry can request whatever he wants to help him relax.
Unfortunately, Narry and "slowing down" don't seem to get along. He hates stalling, and even more so being alone with his thoughts. He starts to think too much about his situation right now: about how he's in some weird extra-dimensional space, at the mercy of this "Director", and about his life back home. Oh no- right now, he was probably missing rent! Missing work! What if when he got back, he was homeless, jobless, and would probably look CRAZY because who the fuck would believe his excuse of "oh, sorry! just popped over to some other dimension for a bit for some R&R, you know how it is."
He's only getting himself more riled up, more anxious to get going and get out of here- it's nice, sure, but the unknown scares him. And so much of this place is unknown.
He gets up and requests to leave. The Director says no, not yet, you need to relax a bit. Narry starts pullling on the door. "Let me out!" He growls, futilely rattling the frame. The Director tells him that he can't bust it open- it doesn't work like that. Narry now feels trapped-- he rears back to yell at the Director when...
smash!
His elbow had knocked into a vase.
He stares at the vase for a moment, before breathing out. "Oh... I'm terribly sorry, I..."
"..."
But breaking that vase... was actually a little... relaxing?
He kicks it over again, it breaking some more. He smiles. Control.
He keeps breaking things. The Director is telling him to stop, but Narry doesn't pay the text any mind. Finally, The Director is forced to come down there.
"You're supposed to be relaxing in here." The Director says.
"I am relaxing, Director." Narry bites back, smugly. "I know you may not see it as particularly serene but this is genuinely relieving some stress for me."
"Couldn't you relieve your stress in a different way?"
Narry rants at him, gets angry- taking out all his frustration on The Director until finally The Director reminds him he can leave whenever he pleases. The Exit appears.
Narry takes a moment to check out his room- he missed it. He opens the window and looks outside to the world, breathing in the fresh air he longed for. He did it. He was home, and hopefully still well off. He checks his phone, breathes a sigh of relief that his rent isn't overdue, and jots down an excuse to tell his boss later.
But then... he starts thinking. And he begins to replay that argument in his head. He really was being childish, wasn't he? The Director made him a lovely room to relax in, and what did he do? Go crazy like a caged animal. Granted, he very much was a caged animal- but... he's having some regrets now.
So he opens the door to go back and talk to him.
(continued in reblog)
