Doors

"Doors" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
==Summary==
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Indigo sat peacefully in his cell. From what he remembered, he'd been in there a month. His mind was again elsewhere, his gaze empty and lost.
Inside his mind he was staring at the wall of his mind, pondering which door to go into. There were a few around.
There were always doors.
Some were harder to get into, others were easier. Sometimes he had to work to pry them open. Other times they were broken. It was always interesting to go inside them. Lately, however, the same few doors appeared every time.
A brown one with goldish patterns on it and a small crack in the frame.
A rose colored one with a similarly flowery pattern, although it was not entirely clean.
A grey reinforced one with spikes along the frame. Not easy to get into. He'd tried a couple times.
Right now, another door was there, a somewhat plain one. He'd been in there a few times. He turned in the physical world to the guard sitting across from the bars, who spooked slightly at his movement, reaching for his sword as if Indigo would leap at him.
"Oy, now, don't spook me like that." He yelped. "You're kinda creepy when you wanna be."
Indigo gave him a toothy grin. "Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you, Copper."
The guard shook his head. He was a lanky fellow, but good with a sword. He liked gardening, and baking. He had a thing for several of the ladies in town. He was very loyal to Chief Grey. He had a Gronkle named Roller.
Indigo, surprisingly enough, hadn't learned all of this from Copper's mind. He'd actually been talking to the man, but the fellow was understandably unwilling to open up at the moment. So he sometimes went in though the door.
That's when another door appeared, as another man came into Indigo's range. Spikey, as Phantom liked to call him. The grey door. The man came into the prison about a minute later.
"Hey, Copper. Shift's over. Go home." He sniffed, motioning to the door.
Copper looked relieved. "Oy, thank goodness. This blighter gives me the right creeps. I'm outta here." He grabbed his stuff and left, and Indigo had a strong hunch he was heading to the pub.
Spikey sat down in his place, watching Indigo intently from under his helmet. Phantom gave him a little wave, but there was no reaction.
"So, how was your day?" Indigo asked. "You're punctual as usual."
"I don't talk to murderers." The large man huffed in reply. "Shut up."
"Rude. I'm making an attempt to change for the better, and you won't let me get a foot in the door." Indigo sniffed.
No response.
Indigo shrugged and leaned back against the wall. Doors it was.
He walked in his mind right up to it and gave it a good pull. It opened a smidge.
Gateway into people's minds... boy, could use some oil there buddy. 
He chuckled at his little joke and managed to squeeze his way in, looking around at the mind that wasn't his own. Always a marvel.
This man was very closed off. Kept to himself. Probably collected swords. Had a temper. Had been in battle. Indigo knew he could still harm the man easily if he wanted to, but chose to slip back out, already bored.
Everyone he'd met on Haligan was either boring, or a demon. He longed for the intrigue of Farris, or the company of a dragon. He could almost feel the faded presences of his dear friends.
Their doors were too far away, out of his immediate range, but even at this distance he could just make the minds out.
Loyal Storm and Tael, among others, off in the woods.
Kind and gentle Song, wiggly little Bouncy, snarky yet soft Scoot, the ever distrustful and independent Furi, the brave and determined Shadow, all flying together.
So close, yet so far.
Indigo sighed, trying not to start freaking out again. He'd done that enough. He peered in the corner where he'd gently folded Farris' letter to him.
Perhaps he'd reply when the words came to him. He very much wanted to support the man. But he didn't know what to say, at least for now.
For the moment he chose to drift off a little, dozing and daydreaming.
He dreamt of his mother.
And of a day he could be happy.
And of doors, many, many doors.
Including a door, deep purple in hue, and burnt and splashed in blood, a large crack running straight up through the middle of it. His own.
He figured that's what the demon saw when she entered, if she saw doors like him.
Maybe she hadn't.
Who knows.
His thoughts muddled into nothing as his mind drifted into silence.
Ever lost and lonely, broken and sad, Indigo stared at the wall, his gaze distant and elsewhere, slowly falling asleep.
Maybe someday a door would open for him.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act I
Category:Indigo Phantom