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Untitled Bob Bryar fic summary
Okay, so it turns out that there's this psuedo-government group thats been scanning DNA for decades now, copying certain genetic codes, and creating a genetically superior group of clones (they're all based on one specific person's dna, but aren't exact matches, because of genetic manipulation), training them to be soldiers, assasins, etc.
So Bob was one of these kids, and it turns out that he was psychic, and all the psychic's are incredibly valuable, because they can find out tons of info that would be impossible normally, can force info out of minds, brainwash those that start trying to rebel, etc. And so Bob had spent 17 years of his life like this, being seen as government property that can talk back, not as a person. But he still had free will, and like most of the kids, only did what they did because it was all they had ever known, and as a psychic, he knew what happened to those that didn't obey.
But it turns out that there's this underground railroad kind of group that's made up of former members of the evil org., and they have some infiltraitors that are trying to help get the kids that want out out. And Bob is so sick of hearing people scream as he forces his way into their minds, and all he can feel is fear, anger, and power-hunger in the place, and he had to learn how to play the piano for a mission, and he misses it so much he hurts.
So Bob gets out, and heads to Chicago, where he's given a name, family, history, and taught how to blend in. But he never is able to stop hearing every noise, or pinning the person that woke him up, and he can't forget all the things that he did, so he turns to music. And working as a tech is great, because there's so many people, and they're constantly moving, there's not much paperwork trail, and with the crazies in the bands, Bob is seriously one of the least weird people there, which is a first.
And so Bob is able to distance himself from his past, even though he can't forget, but he learns to stop hurting people when he uses his mind, and even if he still canvasses every room he enters, and catalogues everything that can be a weapon, he doesn't pin people when they tap on his shoulder anymore.
And then one day, long after he joined MCR, they're on the Black Parade tour, and it's cold and icy, and they're all in the parking lot, smoking and doing other shit, when a car skids on some ice, and heads straight for Frank. But Bob is 50 feet away, there's almost no time, but just as Frank closes his eyes, he hears a crunch and feels arms around him, and Bob is shielding him, and there's this huge dent in the car from his arm, and Bob's not hurt at all.
And nobody believes their eyes, and everyone starts freaking out, because when did Bob become superman, seriously? And Bob just looks into Frank's eyes, and knows that there's no way he can cover this up.
And that? Is when the truth comes out.
Untitled Bob Bryar fic summary
Okay, so it turns out that there's this psuedo-government group thats been scanning DNA for decades now, copying certain genetic codes, and creating a genetically superior group of clones (they're all based on one specific person's dna, but aren't exact matches, because of genetic manipulation), training them to be soldiers, assasins, etc.
So Bob was one of these kids, and it turns out that he was psychic, and all the psychic's are incredibly valuable, because they can find out tons of info that would be impossible normally, can force info out of minds, brainwash those that start trying to rebel, etc. And so Bob had spent 17 years of his life like this, being seen as government property that can talk back, not as a person. But he still had free will, and like most of the kids, only did what they did because it was all they had ever known, and as a psychic, he knew what happened to those that didn't obey.
But it turns out that there's this underground railroad kind of group that's made up of former members of the evil org., and they have some infiltraitors that are trying to help get the kids that want out out. And Bob is so sick of hearing people scream as he forces his way into their minds, and all he can feel is fear, anger, and power-hunger in the place, and he had to learn how to play the piano for a mission, and he misses it so much he hurts.
So Bob gets out, and heads to Chicago, where he's given a name, family, history, and taught how to blend in. But he never is able to stop hearing every noise, or pinning the person that woke him up, and he can't forget all the things that he did, so he turns to music. And working as a tech is great, because there's so many people, and they're constantly moving, there's not much paperwork trail, and with the crazies in the bands, Bob is seriously one of the least weird people there, which is a first.
And so Bob is able to distance himself from his past, even though he can't forget, but he learns to stop hurting people when he uses his mind, and even if he still canvasses every room he enters, and catalogues everything that can be a weapon, he doesn't pin people when they tap on his shoulder anymore.
And then one day, long after he joined MCR, they're on the Black Parade tour, and it's cold and icy, and they're all in the parking lot, smoking and doing other shit, when a car skids on some ice, and heads straight for Frank. But Bob is 50 feet away, there's almost no time, but just as Frank closes his eyes, he hears a crunch and feels arms around him, and Bob is shielding him, and there's this huge dent in the car from his arm, and Bob's not hurt at all.
And nobody believes their eyes, and everyone starts freaking out, because when did Bob become superman, seriously? And Bob just looks into Frank's eyes, and knows that there's no way he can cover this up.
And that? Is when the truth comes out.
