🧣☺️ for ben!
A Soft Blankie and Words of Reassurance.
Ben was home. He wasn’t in his cage, he wasn’t in Volkov’s bed with it’s horrible chains and restraint systems. He wasn’t at the hospital. He was home. In his own bed.
When he opened his eyes, if he were here and not trapped in some horrid flashback, he could see the spring light from his mother’s garden dancing its reflection on his ceiling. He could smell his family. It sounded odd to think about it like that, but it was true. His house had a smell. Not a bed smell, just a homey, comforting smell. It was candles and cooking and soap and aftershave and and essential oils and blankets and laundry detergent. A smell unique to their specific combination of habits.
Ben slowly let his eyes wander from the ceiling. It was safe to look at the ceiling. He looked at his walls - band posters and cheesy science posters that he’d put on the wall in high school and never took down. Lower still… His desk, Zoe’s ring still hopefully tucked away and hidden in one of the lower drawers. And Jake. Ben stopped. Jake was curled up in that stupid papasan chair that Ben, with his long lanky limbs, always felt like he was going to fall out of.
Ben quirked his head to the side. While it was rare for him to be left alone, it wasn’t usually Jake that was there. Jake didn’t live with them. Jake had been in custody. There was a lot that was still blurry and unexplained to Ben since he’d come home, but he remembered that.
A black reflection on Jake’s ankle caught his eye and he had to do a double take to make sure it wasn’t a black leather cuff. He felt a flash of the phantom cuff around his own ankles and wrists and was suddenly on the verge of being back there once again.
Ben squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on what was real. The smell of the house again, the feel of the blankets, the garden sunlight reflecting on his ceiling. As his breathing calmed again, he opened his eyes. Jake was awake now. He sat very still and looked at Ben cautiously.
Ben glanced at Jake’s ankle again. There was a black band there, but it was an ankle monitor, not a black leather cuff.
“Hey, Benny.”
Ben still hadn’t fully mastered talking again. He could talk, but conversation was hard, so he just nodded.
Jake slowly rose from the precarious papasan chair and crept over to the far edge of Ben’s bed.
“Sorry if I scared you. Just, they let me out last night and… and I needed to see you.”
Ben’s eyebrows knit together in a silent question. Why?
Jake reached out to touch his hair and then pulled his hand back. They all knew what happened if they did that. Ben was grateful he remembered.
“I… I just needed to know you were okay. That you were okay and really home.”
Ben didn’t know what to say. What was he supposed to say?
Jake reached down and snatched something off the floor.
“Also, I brought this.” He held out a soft pastel blue knitted blanket.
The edges were raggedy where there should have been a satin ribbon. Ben had chewed it off as a toddler. It was his baby blanket that his mother had knitted for him while she’d been pregnant with him. Somewhere Jake had a matching green one.
“It was… it was in storage and I… Well, I thought it might help so I went and dug it out of the garage for you.” Jake tucked it against Ben and the familiar sight and texture was instantly reassuring.
“Th-thanks,” Ben managed to croak out. He felt stupid pulling it against his chest and rubbing the delicate yarn against his face, but it was so familiar and soft and he couldn’t help but love his brother all the more for thinking of it. Jake looked down at the floor, his face red with shame and guilt.
“I… I’m so sorry, Benny. I… I should have come and seen you more in the hospital. They would have let me, you know. Agent Vaughn offered. But I… anyway I’m sorry. I’m… I’m…”
Ben reached out and touched the back of Jake’s hand.
Jake moved his fingers and brushed the scars that curled around Ben’s wrists where the leather cuff had been for fourteen long, hellish months.
“I can’t ever make this right.”
Ben could see that sadness on Jake’s face. His brother had aged, much like himself, over the last year and change. Ben saw Jake’s eyes flick to Ben’s neck and he knew he was looking at the similar scars that rested there, made all the worse by countless electrical burns from the shock collar. And the fucking slave tattoo. Ben's face reddened slightly with his own shame.
“I should go. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry. I’ll just…”
Ben’s grip on Jake’s wrist tightened and he shook his head at him.
“S-st-stay?” Ben asked.
“Why?” Jake whispered.
Ben tugged the blanket closer to himself. There were so many words that he would have to say one day. Good, bad, angry, loving. He was too tired for all that. They would have to be said, shouted, whispered, or cried at a later time.
“Family. Y-you’re my b-brother.” It was all he could really muster.
Ben saw the tears well up in Jake’s eyes. His hands flew to his face and he sobbed into them.
Ben let his own tears flow.
An hour later, when Ben’s mom poked her head in to check on him, she found both her boys sound asleep on Ben’s bed, his baby blanket tucked over both of them.
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Screw it, I know I'm never gonna actually have time to make this into an animatic, so let me brain dump for a minute about an animatic I would make about f!Pac and f!Cell if I had the time and energy.
Alright. So let's preface this with a little meta, and a very brief discussion about Fuga Impossível and QSMP.
For starters, we know that the lore of Fuga Impossível is (more or less) a canon backstory for Tazercraft and Cellbit (and, to a certain extent, Felps). We also know from multiple instances of him talking about it that q!Pac is still very afraid of Cell.
Cell. Not Cellbit. This is an important distinction.
Cellbit is no longer Cell— he's one of Richarlyson's other parents, he's one of the Favela Five, and despite the lingering fear Pac has, he still trusts Cellbit and has repeatedly shown it throughout the series. Very recently, we've also seen their relationship heal a little bit in the aftermath of the Federation drug arc.
(I don't have the clips on hand, but there's a moment before Pac gets drugged where he's talking with Cellbit about the plan, and Cellbit offers him a handshake and Pac gives him a hug instead. After the arc and after Pac is cured, Cellbit initiates a hug and hugs him. This, however, is a topic that I want to expand on another day, but TLDR they both got some hangups they're working on.)
Anyways, about the animatic.
I Know I'm A Wolf by Young Heretics is a pretty old song, and I've seen it get misinterpreted so many times that it left a bitter taste in my mouth and a negative association with the song for a long while. That being said, I remembered it out of the blue a few minutes ago and had a "Wait, actually—" moment about it. Like I said before, I don't think I'll ever get around to making this animatic (especially since I'm still hopelessly chipping away at that Bobby Jaiden and Roier animatic with a broken tablet pen and a dream), so despite my usual reluctance to share this stuff, I want to walk folks through my thought process and why I think this song is a fitting choice for Tazercraft (but mostly Pac) and Cell / Cellbit's past and present relationship.
I'd recommend listening to the song since just reading the lyrics doesn't capture the tone of the song as well.
The lyrics for the first part go:
Dear rabbit, my legs are getting weak chasing you
The snow fields wouldn't seem so big if you knew
That this blood on my teeth it is far beyond dry
And I've captured you once but I wasn't quite right
So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me.
In my mind, I'm imagining this part exhibiting the tension between Tazercraft and Cell in the prison. Tazercraft know Cell is dangerous, but they ultimately make an alliance with him.
Can they trust Cell?
Hell no.
"So I'm telling you, that you'll be safe with me" is the moment they strike the deal (ominous piano music and all). Yes, the blood on his teeth may be dry (for the moment) but the blood is still there. Pac and Mike know better to trust Cell, no matter how charismatic he may try to be, but the situation they're in in Alcatraz leaves them with few options.
The line "I've captured you once, but I wasn't quite right" could refer to Cell taking Pac's leg (though I'm still iffy on where I personally would fit that into the Fuga Impossível timeline, but regardless, it's a fitting line for that part of their history).
The next lines are:
Oh rabbit, my claws are dull now so don't be afraid
I could keep you warm as long as you can just try to be brave
In this section, I imagine Tazercraft witnessing all the terrible things Cell does in Alcatraz, and their reluctance to maintain the deal (though there's nothing they can do to get out of it now) so they just try and watch out for each other. The "don't be afraid" and "just try to be brave" lines I see being directed to Pac, who's already been hurt by the "wolf" that continues to offer them reassurances with blood still dripping down his chin.
The next section is a doozy:
Yes I know I'm a wolf and I've been known to bite
But the rest of my pack, I have left them behind
And my teeth may be sharp and I've been raised to kill
But the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill
So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with
me.
With this section, we move to Cell's perspective, and here's where we tweak the story a little. We know the ending of Fuga Impossível isn't 100% canon to the QSMP timeline, and we also know that Cell eventually was able to make the (frankly miraculous) transition from Cell -> Cellbit. But what was the catalyst?
Well, why not the Island, and the isolation he had to deal with after getting stranded there? Being alone with your own thoughts can really change a person... and sometimes drive them to the brink of insanity, but Cell was already well along his way to that.
Cell has done horrible, horrible things, and based on what CC Cellbit has said about his character and the things he's made canon, his crimes started long before he ever got to Alcatraz. According to Cellbit, his character fought in a war alongside Bad in his youth, and that was where he first began indulging in his fun new hobby: cannibalism. (Hence the line: And my teeth may be sharp and I've been raised to kill). We could argue that this originated as a survival response (hell, who knows what kind of conditions he lived in during that war, and q!Bad himself said he's eaten people, so Cell might've picked that up from him), but regardless of it's origin, it still happened.
I want to emphasize that I'm not bringing this up so we can say "Oh poor baby!" and excuse Cell's actions; I just think it’s interesting to think about his past and his perspective on this whole situation. But regardless of the circumstances that set him on the path he was on, he did some wildly messed up stuff, and if I were to actually do this darn animatic, I wouldn't want to sugarcoat anything.
Now let's contrast all of that with these lines:
"Yes I know I'm a wolf and I've been known to bite / But the rest of my pack, I have left them behind"
It's human nature to crave companionship, and no matter how many people Cell's killed or how many atrocities he's committed, it's hard to unlearn that instinct. At the line "But the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill" I think of that moment on the Island where Cell offers Pac an apple. Regardless of how you read that moment, it's an interaction that really stands out to me. Is it a power-play? An olive branch? An offer of friendship? (COPIUM, it's not). The contrast between “fresh meat” and the apple is very appealing to me though, both in the literal and metaphorical sense. I've got a lot of thoughts about that moment, but I'll save that analysis for another day when I'm not so tired, and when I have more reliable translations to base my analysis on. For now, let's leave that open-ended.
And then there's the line "So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me."
Here, the perspective is split between Cell and Pac & Mike, who are safe now. Not because of Cell — but because of each other. They leave Cell stranded on the Island, and survive the narrative of Fuga Impossível as well as the narrative of the song (where the "predator" is implied to eventually catch its prey). At the extended "me" part of the song, I imagine Cell sitting there in shock, alone on the island, realizing that even with all his threats and all his (imagined) authority, he still couldn't get what he wanted. (And what did he want? Well, he's certainly got a lot of time to think about that!)
Now, we have the final stanza:
So rabbit please stop looking the other way
It's cold out there so why not stay here
Under my tail.
We're back to the present. No more Cell, no more Alcatraz, just Pac and Cellbit dealing with the aftermath of Richarlyson and Mike vanishing and Forever being drugged.
Because I'm changing the narrative of the song, I'm also changing the tone. This time, the offer of safety in the presence of an old enemy isn't an empty promise. Time has changed both of them, and now Cellbit and Pac are both prey and predators (if we continue the analogy of the song). They're at the mercy of the Federation, but they know they can rely on one another in a way they weren't able to before, and together they can somehow find a way to overcome this latest hardship. I like the idea of leaving things on a hopeful / positive note, especially since we know these characters eventually become good friends and even family in the QSMP universe.
ANYWAYS! Those are my thoughts. There's a lot more I could say about this (and a lot lot more I could say about Pac and Cell / Cellbit) but I'm very tired and I think this covers the jist of things (though I may go back and edit things tomorrow). Obligatory disclaimer that I'm trying my best out here vis-a-vis the Fuga Impossível lore, but if I missed the mark on any of that, please know it is solely because I can't speak a lick of Portuguese lmao. I'm always reevaluating and updating my interpretation of characters and stories based on every new bit of information I get, so I might revisit this thought again some time in the future. Cheers.
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