World / Series: Steve Lab
Timeline: ????
Overall Feeling: Pure Angst :)
AU: Steve Lab
Characters: Prof. Favre, ????
Settings: ????
Word Count: 667

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Prof. Favre stares at his reflection in the mirror, it had been a very long time since he had even remotely looked at himself in the mirror like this. The first time was when he had first found the remains of the Red Kingdom and stolen some clothes from Goggles or as he's often known as, Prof. Red, former home. It was a strange miracle that their clothes fit him well, albeit larger than himself, but still.

And yet, he can't help but find himself feeling lost. So very lost, each time he even sees himself in the mirror.

Perhaps he never won or perhaps he was still lost in the sense that he wasn't entirely free from the control of the Puppet Master.

The Puppet Master that he and the other knows as The Writer of Tragedy.

And yet, looking at his missing eye that's been filled by the empty void itself, he wonders if he permanently lost it at the hands of The Writer of Tragedy. Was it part of their plans? Was he suffering so much part of the story they puppeteered as its master? He wasn't sure and the more he looked at it, the more he hated it.

He hated the sense of feeling Lost.

He hated how, despite no longer being in their grasp, The Writer of Tragedy still holds power over him as the Puppet Master that controls the stories, their lives for that matter.

No matter how much Prof. Favre runs, he can never escape the strings attached to him, even after he had managed to escape being erased from existence and managing to escape from being a scrapped concept, he had managed to survive it all. Becoming something that no others would have expected, especially for a Sabre.

He can't say he was the most traumatized Sabre in the FMS Community, but he will admit to being the Sabre that happens to be a scientist who knows more than he really should have. Even for a world hopper, he does have knowledge that he really shouldn't have. Sometimes such knowledge should have made him lose his mind a long time ago on top of an existential crisis, but...

Being who he is, what he has gone through, certainly doesn't make him any sane.

He wasn't even a full creation, he's still a scrapped concept that barely escaped the Puppet Master plans. With a reluctant sigh, he picked up the blindfold and stared at it, it was part of his former identity as 'Sabre' and yet, he didn't really care about that identity. He had long since discarded it when he had chosen to live as he wanted. Without anyone to puppeteered his life.

Oh how wrong he was to think that he would be free from that sadistic puppet master. He was never free and never will be, no matter how much he wished he was.

After all, every writer is technically considered the puppet master of their own creations.

And yet, despite it all, the fruit of his pain to escape left him with a missing eye, a mystical rainbow eye and a Otherworldly Star artifact embedded in his chest as a heart.

With one last look at the window, he covered his missing eye, buttoned his dress shirt, grabbed his lab coat and left the room.

It was about time he got work down, after all, for a self proclaimed scientist that reads the history and life of every world he had come across, he got research to do. Stories to grieve or laugh about, a lot to do for someone who can't have it all naturally, but that's fine.

He may have been lost to the Puppet Master, but he was still his own person. His own creation, so to say. 

Although it is a shame that he still can't cut the strings completely, but he'll figure something out, eventually. Hopefully.