Eight's Literatures
this fic covers some sensitive topics, which i have done my best to handle as respectfully as i can. so warnings for - CSA (never outright described, only implications of what happened in the past), mentions of self harm, brief suicidal ideation, anger, nightmares, PTSD and panic attacks, homelessness, drowning, attempted murder, shame and self esteem issues, trust issues
Hatchet has spent the past years preparing to take up arms against the vile AI that created her and made her life into a living hell. Finally able to start enacting her revenge, the drawback is being forced to work with the other people involved - and the things she'd like to forget from her past catching up to her. Between facing the AI and the ever-growing reminders that she can't shut out forever, she's going to have to learn how to rely on the people around her whether she wants to or not.
No memories or idea of who you are isn't particularly conducive to feeling confident, and Henry feels a lot of uncertainty without them. Still at a loss for what to do with his life now that he's conducting the performance, he doesn't feel particularly at home anywhere in this new world. With a little prompting from Eight and Lavender, he learns to be a little more at ease.
In the aftermath of Agent 8's battle against Commander Tartar, the phone on the Deepsea Metro has shut down... along with another facility lurking deeper beneath. Subject One's entire life has been spent alone there, taught by the speaker, but now, left with open doors and without guidance, the experiment is free to explore the world outside the test centre - and discover what it means to be alive.