Post by newwwwusername on May 22, 2023 6:44:57 GMT
Full title : Even Death Wouldn't Spare Him from the Worst of His Days
Chronology : Post-canon
Headcanon : Ricky is chronically ill (like apart from the disability he canonically has), Noel has chronic pain
Ricky had always been a pretty physically unwell kid. Karnak had labeled him as the most creative boy in town, but the people living in that town always labeled him as the sickest.
In their defense, he was the only visibly disabled person at St Cassian's. However, this treatment wore on him over time. He got sick and tired of everybody looking at him like a burden or like a Make-a-Wish kid. But, he figured he couldn't really do much about that, so he made the best with what cards he was given in his lifetime.
But then, his lifetime came to an unexpected end when he and the other choir kids got on the Cyclone. Suddenly, he was no longer the mute kid, the cripple, the lost cause. Now, he could speak to them on his own terms with his own voice and they would be forced to listen to him just as they were always forced to listen to each other.
So, he told the other choir kids about his religion- The universe he's created in his mind to cope with the isolation. After that, they all respected him a hell of a lot more. They saw him as his own person rather than just another body to fill out the choir, existing only to show that they had diversity.
He's always been closer with Mischa than he was with the others, but they still didn't hang out much prior to their deaths. Why would they? Mischa was the Ukrainian bad boy with 50 SoundCloud followers whose name and Ricky was just the kid with the crutches. That's how it looked to the outside world.
But they were no longer in that world. They were in Karnak's- Or at least what had been his before he exploded.
After Karnak exploded and Penny returned to the world of the living, the rest of the kids were doomed to stay there, forever in the limbo that the machine had created for them.
They adjusted. It's not like they had much of a choice. Besides, it could have been worse. At least they weren't alone in it.
Despite having the full use of his body back, ripples of his illness would still seep through the cracks from time to time. He suppose it must have been a cruel joke from Karnak- Even in death, he could not escape the endless pain of living in a broken body.
"You okay, Space Jesus?" Mischa asked one day when Ricky was looking especially worse for wear. The space cat savior chuckled.
"Bad pain day" he responded automatically. It was a phrase all of them had grown very used to from both him and Noel, who also struggled with chronic pain, though obviously not to the same extent that Ricky did.
"Anything I can do?" Mischa asked. He always liked to ask, because sometimes there were little things he could do to help ease the man's struggle. Other times, all he could do was be there. This particular instance fell under the latter category.
"I just gotta ride this one out" Ricky told the Ukrainian weakly as he lied on the ground in the fetal position. Mischa nodded sympathetically, took a swig of his latest bottle of vodka (they just seemed to appear at his beckoning in this place), and grabbed a blanket from behind one of the crates.
"Here" Mischa said, draping the fabric over the ill boy. "So you don't get too cold down there"
Ricky just smiled.
Chronology : Post-canon
Headcanon : Ricky is chronically ill (like apart from the disability he canonically has), Noel has chronic pain
Ricky had always been a pretty physically unwell kid. Karnak had labeled him as the most creative boy in town, but the people living in that town always labeled him as the sickest.
In their defense, he was the only visibly disabled person at St Cassian's. However, this treatment wore on him over time. He got sick and tired of everybody looking at him like a burden or like a Make-a-Wish kid. But, he figured he couldn't really do much about that, so he made the best with what cards he was given in his lifetime.
But then, his lifetime came to an unexpected end when he and the other choir kids got on the Cyclone. Suddenly, he was no longer the mute kid, the cripple, the lost cause. Now, he could speak to them on his own terms with his own voice and they would be forced to listen to him just as they were always forced to listen to each other.
So, he told the other choir kids about his religion- The universe he's created in his mind to cope with the isolation. After that, they all respected him a hell of a lot more. They saw him as his own person rather than just another body to fill out the choir, existing only to show that they had diversity.
He's always been closer with Mischa than he was with the others, but they still didn't hang out much prior to their deaths. Why would they? Mischa was the Ukrainian bad boy with 50 SoundCloud followers whose name and Ricky was just the kid with the crutches. That's how it looked to the outside world.
But they were no longer in that world. They were in Karnak's- Or at least what had been his before he exploded.
After Karnak exploded and Penny returned to the world of the living, the rest of the kids were doomed to stay there, forever in the limbo that the machine had created for them.
They adjusted. It's not like they had much of a choice. Besides, it could have been worse. At least they weren't alone in it.
Despite having the full use of his body back, ripples of his illness would still seep through the cracks from time to time. He suppose it must have been a cruel joke from Karnak- Even in death, he could not escape the endless pain of living in a broken body.
"You okay, Space Jesus?" Mischa asked one day when Ricky was looking especially worse for wear. The space cat savior chuckled.
"Bad pain day" he responded automatically. It was a phrase all of them had grown very used to from both him and Noel, who also struggled with chronic pain, though obviously not to the same extent that Ricky did.
"Anything I can do?" Mischa asked. He always liked to ask, because sometimes there were little things he could do to help ease the man's struggle. Other times, all he could do was be there. This particular instance fell under the latter category.
"I just gotta ride this one out" Ricky told the Ukrainian weakly as he lied on the ground in the fetal position. Mischa nodded sympathetically, took a swig of his latest bottle of vodka (they just seemed to appear at his beckoning in this place), and grabbed a blanket from behind one of the crates.
"Here" Mischa said, draping the fabric over the ill boy. "So you don't get too cold down there"
Ricky just smiled.