My favorite Christmas story omg, res :0
user; Breado
name; Charles Hackett
gender; M
prompt: what was their turning point? (min. 250 words / max. 1000 words)
"You dare wake me at this hour?" - grumbled the disgruntled and tired Charles as he went to open the door. When he opened it, the first thing he noted was the cold.
Winter was always freezing in these parts of the country, but they rarely had storms.
The second thing that caught his eyes though was the figure in front of him whose paw was still on the doorbell. The figure appeared to be leaning on said doorbell like their life depended on it.
Charles brought the candle in between them to see who the pesky rascal who dared to wake him at this hour was.
"
Thomas?" - said he, - "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night, you should be-"
But he didn't have time to finish his sentence as Thomas, finally giving in to whatever, fell forward.
Had Charles not caught him in time, he would have hit his head hard on the ground.
Carrying him into his livingroom, the grey viscet gently sat his shivering and freezing partner down into one of the armchairs in front of his fireplace, then wrapped him up in a blanket.
"You're as cold as ice!" - said Charles as he went to start a fire in said fireplace, - "What the bloody earth were you doing out there?!"
"Y-You won't believe wha-what happened, Charlie!" - stammered the freezing viscet.
"Try me." - said the host as he started walking towards the kitchen to bring him a cup of hot cocoa.
"Was about to. So," - started Thomas, - "about our experiment. It was a success after all!"
Hearing these words Charles stopped midway into the kitchen. He froze, a warm feeling of happiness filling him, yet some doupt behind it lingered.
"Oh really?"
"Yes!" - Thomas nodded with enthusiasm. "But..." - he decided to add. This raised the concern of the other viscet.
"But?" - Charles asked. He was now a bit certain the younger one had done something other than just succeeding with their experiment, but he didn't have an idea of what that other thing might be.
"But... I realized," - continued the younger one, - "that the reason for it not working before was... that its real effect only shows when it's consumed by... a viscet."
Any happiness regarding the success of the experiment left Charles as those words left Thomas's mouth, dread and worry filling in its place. He slowly made his way to his partner, taking a better look at the viscet.
From what he could see in the light of the fire and the candle beside his friend, Charles could see that the viscet now had another color in his fur besides red, black and white.
A grass green color seemed to be creeping into the red on one side, while it had almost completely overtaken all the reds on the other.
"And the effect...?" - asked Charles, worse and worse ideas flashing through his mind.
"It's... just what we've aimed for." - after a short pause, he continued, - "I think I finally managed to separate my soul from my body."
The words of the younger viscet left Charles with a feeling of coldness. Suddenly, a hundred questions started ringing in his head, each trying to break out and find their answers, but the grey viscet just stood there silently, his countenance showing a mix of disbelief and fear.
"So far, I can only separate and connect the two with the potion we've developed (and I finished), but who knows! Maybe I'll be able to do it without the use of that liquid in the future!"
The excitement of his partner didn't seem to transfer to Charles, only anger the grey 'cet.
"How could you have been so foolish?!" - he shouted, - "Do you even know what your body does when your soul, your conscience, your feelings aren't in their rightful place?!"
"It seems like it's... like a shell, an empty vessel; it's alive and animate, it too has a conscience, in fact, I can hear what it's thinking and sometimes see what it does... like the soul and body are not totally separate... yet."
"I think it is quite enough of playing with your being." - growled Charles, - "You must stop this before you hurt yourself! Or even others."
The younger viscet seemed to be taken aback.
"No. No, Charlie, this is my life! This is what we've worked for for at least two years now, we can't just abandon this when we're at the brink of success!"
"Believe me, boy, science is my life, but I know when one should give up! And that point is now!"
Thomas had none of this. He threw the blankets off of himself and started angrily on his feet.
"You'll see, my friend." - he hissed at his older partner, - "You'll see that this experiment will be successful. With, or without your help. Come and give me a hand if you want to, stay away and don't bother me if you don't, but until we see meet again, I've got work to do."
And with that, Thomas walked out the door, leaving his long time friend alone in his home with the fire and one question in his head:
What should he do now?
He knew leaving his friend would be a mistake, yet he left Thomas and his whole interest for science behind after that night, fearing he might become as corrupted as his friend became. He still longs for all the experiments and undiscovered things, but he made a promise that night to never touch anything that has to do with science. Having Thomas as his only friend, he basically became an introverted grumpy viscet, and hearing worse and worse things of his old friend doesn't help this.
He wants to help him, but he can't. Not anymore. Not after abandoning him for so long and letting him get into more trouble with his experiment.
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