#TW; Vague allusions to body horror and general dehumanization

[sixisnotaprettynumber]

"I can see the monster in you"

Ben knew logically that the words that were just spoke aloud were complete and utter bullshit - that wasn't how his powers worked! He knew that wasn't how his powers worked. There was no seeing anything, not right now, when everything was still locked up all tight and he was nothing more than a closed portal.

He almost wished Klaus were here, if only so he'd have someone else to point out how utterly stupid the statement was. Because it was - stupid, that is. A joke. A bad one. A really bad one. Like - worse than Luther's bad. It was so dumb, in fact, that he almost wanted to laugh! 

Still...something akin to fear (though still very seperate from it) rolled within the confines stomach - forcing the ever hidden disgust to slither out from where it was wrapped against his trembling ribcage. He could feel it then - in that moment - the way T̶͇̾̊ḧ̴̩́e̶̢͖̾ÿ̸̠́ restlessly pushed against the thin, pathetic cells of his skin, craving release from where they knotted themselves between his organs, pushing up against where tissue connnected to bone. He’d told himself he and T̶͇̾̊ḧ̴̩́e̶̢͖̾ÿ̸̠́ weren’t really connected - not like that - but it was hard to pretend otherwise when they surged up in all the ugly, vicious ways he wanted to himself.

That's not fair, he thinks miserably. This can't possibly be fair. How is this fair? Why are you always here when I need-

"I...it's not...I'm...that's...don't be ridiculous. That's not even how it works. You're just-"

What? - Ben wants to ask himself - Trying to hurt me? Clearly it's fucking working. Maybe that's what they saw - that pathetic uncertain thing that Ben had to look at everytime he glanced in a mirror. T̶͇̾̊ḧ̴̩́e̶̢͖̾ÿ̸̠́ were a mindless being but he...all the things he let it do - that wasn't instinct. Not for him. Maybe he was the-

Crossing his arms against his stomach, Ben turned away with a scoff. He didn't have to listen to this - ₒⲏ 𝑑ₒ𝑛'𝑡 𝑦ₒᵤ 𝑡ⲏₒᵤ𝑔ⲏ? 𝑑ₒ𝑛'𝑡 𝑦ₒᵤ? - he didn't want to this to this, quite frankly. Taking a step towards the door, Ben threw his next words over his shoulders in a (pathetic) attempt to restabalize his place in the conversation (and maybe the world, but who's buisness was that but his own? Huh?)

"I'm not going to stand around and listen to this. Come find me when you're done spouting weird cryptic bullshit that no-one cares about. Or maybe don't - since clearly you see everything."