Who: Shy When: Friday night, April 24th Where: Shy's room, Fischer's compound What: Shy is recovered enough to receive his punishment Shy's eye was twitching. It did not happen often, only when the boy was especially irate, and that just happened to be the case at this particular moment. The question of how to punish Shy for the chaos he had caused previously was truly a puzzling one. For one, the boy had so few things he genuinely cared about, deciding what to remove from him was a challenge.
Shy loved his electronics, he loved chocolate, and he loved his personal space. Removing his electronics was basically out of the question, the boy could and usually did single-handedly run Revolve, taking his computers away would increase Fischer's workload at least tenfold, that punishment was not worth the effort. Shy lived off of nothing but chocolate bars and IV drips, removing the chocolate would mean that he would need a daily IV drip. Again, more work, but not out of reason. Shy hardly minded having the VI's attached to him, and as he did not really move... ever, dragging the drip behind him would not be a true bother. Starving the boy was no good, and simply restricting his chocolate access simply did not seem severe enough on its own. All that was left was invading the boy's precious privacy.
Shy was forced to stand in the corner near the door and watch as guards searched his room, the cover for the exercise being that they were going to ration the boy's chocolate and wanted to hide all the bits that he had hidden. The truth of it it was that Fischer had wanted to pound it into the strange boy's skull that even he was not above punishments. Shy's breathing was slow, shallow and all but hissing as he glared at those who, carefully, moved his items, turned them over and found his secret chocolate reserves. The urge to shock them all for being so impotent as to invade his lair was almost overwhelming.
Almost. Shy could control himself, even if he resented having to at this exact moment. At long last they nodded, exiting the room and leaving Shy to his computer, his work. All except for one, and Shy ignored him to settle down onto his green and white polka dotted pillow on the floor, frowning as he found it was not right. They had changed things. Moved things. They were not exact as Shy had wanted them. Oh they would pay. They would all pay. They would pay for disrupting the life of the island's god, regardless of if they were under orders or not. They should know better, the foolish, worthless organics.
He was still there.
Shy turned quite suddenly, blank eyes narrowed at the one remaining guard, who had pulled out Shy's unused computer chair and settled down onto it, slouched down and resting his ankle on his opposite knee. The man lifted his brows as he calmly met that white-eyed glare. Shy's lips pressed into a thin line, his brows pulling together by a few millimeters, Shy was glaring, as much as he ever glared at anyone. Indignation smoldered inside the young recluse as he waited, as if expecting his glare to cause the man to leave. The man did not budge.
Exit.
Shy did not bother speaking to anyone other than Fischer, or perhaps Ribbon if he was not near a computer and she was not touching him. Those two were special, set apart. Anyone other than those two would have to read the over sized font he placed on monitors in order to communicate with the boy.
"Sorry, kiddo, can't." The guard drawled with a shrug. "Boss' orders, nothing personal. I'm to sit here and make sure you don't go haywire again, or sneak any chocolate. You only get those at the designated times, but I think the boss already told you all that."
Shy's jaw tightened, the rage within him turning from hot and smoldering to an icy cold anger. A week? He was to deal with this lazy organic in his space for a week? Someone was going to die. Perhaps not literally, but very soon there would be multiple false deaths reported, death certificates issued for the still living, as that was the kind of death that Shy's electronic abilities allowed for. He could not control his own life at the moment, so he would wreak havoc in the lives of others.
And Fischer would hear about it. Father would care, and he would eventually give in, he was sure. He always gave in for Ribbon, and Shy had never had any issues before this. A week was too long. Excessive. Unacceptable. No, this man would be gone within a few days or he would die. The effort involved in killing the man would very nearly kill Shy as well, so perhaps he could talk Sister into helping him? Shy did hate killing. The man did not really need to die, Shy simply wanted him to go away. Killing the people she disliked made them go away for Ribbon, so it should work here as well. So long as this one was not replaced by another, more intrusive organic.
Putting the question of to kill or not to kill aside, Shy prepared to overtake Fischer's computer and bombard the man he loosely considered his father with his cold, clipped logic to demand the intruder leave far sooner than planned. He did hope this would be a most inconvenient time for Fischer. This was excessive, unnecessary, over the top, as the organics said. He did not bother addressing the organic taking up the space in his room again, he had more important things to do, and he needed to consider just how he would kill the man if he chose to go that route. Much to do in very little time. Instinctively, he reached for a bar of the chocolates he kept piled beside Computer, wincing slightly as he found them missing.
"Forgot that they're gone, huh?" The man behind him chuckled, humor and sympathy in his voice.
Shy had made his decision. The man would die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day, he would meet with a strange electrical accident. And far away, within the safety of his dimly lit room, Shy would smile.