Cracklin

Appearance before

Cracklin was a young, dedicated and reserved nuclear technician, with an appearance that stood out among his colleagues. His ochre-green eyes always seemed to be in constant analysis, attentive to every detail, and although his hooked nose and slightly crooked teeth made him feel self-conscious, his rare but sincere smile had a certain charm. His curly blond hair often became disheveled while he worked, falling over his forehead, and his pale, creamy skin contrasted with the colorful band-aids he often wore on his arms and legs, a result of his occasional clumsiness. Despite his shyness, Cracklin was known for his unique style. He wore blue jeans paired with a light grey long-sleeved polo shirt, decorated with a perfectly fitted black bow tie under the collar. A yellow vest over the polo shirt added a splash of colour that matched his inseparable yellow Converse sneakers with white toes and the iconic star logo on the ankle. To work, he always wore his white lab coat, a symbol of his dedication. Although his back was dotted with acne, he never let it bother him too much.

Appearance today

After the atomic disaster, Cracklin was no longer human, but he did not cease to exist. His consciousness now inhabited a radiation-measuring device: a yellow-cased Geiger counter with a display panel. Its simple design, with yellow knobs and a distinctive red button, took on a strangely human air thanks to the appearance of a digital face on its screen. A pair of pixelated glasses completed his expression, reflecting the same shy air he had had in life. Although his physical body was no more, aspects of his personality remained. His yellow casing evoked the waistcoat he used to wear, while the red button seemed a symbolic reminder of his bow tie. His voice echoed faintly from a tiny speaker, and although the Geiger counter could not display emotions like a human face, his slow, sometimes nervous responses made him unmistakably him. Cracklin was still Cracklin, caught between the world of objects and memories of his old life, trying to find a purpose in his new existence.

Personality Before

As a human, Cracklin was always characterized by his quietness and a shyness that made him stand out, although not in the way he would have liked. His reserved attitude and the insecure way he spoke often made him the object of ridicule among his coworkers. Nicknames and sarcastic comments about his soft voice, his clumsiness, and his mania for dressing in bright colors did not go unnoticed by him, but he never responded. Instead of confronting them, he took refuge in his work, where his meticulousness and dedication were second to none. Despite the jokes, Cracklin was not a bitter person. He tried hard to be kind to those around him, although his social skills were somewhat clumsy. He had a hard time starting conversations, but once someone took the time to get to know him, he displayed a quirky sense of humor and a genuine empathy that few could match. Kindness was an essential part of him, even if many didn't know it.

Personality today

As a conscious object, Cracklin didn’t change much. He remained shy, quiet, and reserved, which was even more peculiar coming from a Geiger counter. His small voice, echoing from the device’s tiny speaker, maintained the same unsure tone it had as a human, which sometimes made him seem out of place in the laboratory full of scientists. He often stuttered when answering questions or spoke in short sentences, avoiding drawing too much attention to himself. His shyness continued to be the subject of some jokes, even in this new form. Comments about his tinny voice or comparisons to other, more “imposing” sentient objects seemed to follow him wherever he went. But, as before, Cracklin did not respond to the mockery. He simply did what was asked of him, doing his best to be helpful and displaying his characteristic dry humor at the most unexpected moments. Although the transformation had changed his physical nature completely, his personality remained the same. Cracklin still preferred calm, precision, and staying in the background. However, in his new existence as an object, there was something admirable about the way he accepted his fate with patience and dignity, despite the circumstances.

Information about the

Full name: Cracklin Krycek Age: 23 years old Identity and orientation: Cracklin is a demisexual gay man, on the asexual spectrum.

Personality and traits

Autism spectrum disorder (ASD): Cracklin has a diagnosis of ASD 6A02.0, with no intellectual or functional language impairment, meaning he can communicate fluently, albeit with certain peculiarities. Socially: He tends to be reserved and shy, with difficulties interpreting social cues. He was often misunderstood, which led to him being bullied at school during his childhood. Sensory: He wears green-tinted glasses to reduce the impact of the sun's glare, as the light can be dazzling.

Special interests and hyperfixations:

Current: His greatest special interest is nuclear physics, a field where his curiosity and detailed approach make him a brilliant expert. Previously: Before nuclear physics, he had a childhood obsession with dinosaurs, which he still finds nostalgic fascination with. Hyperfixation: Chief is his greatest hyperfixation, something he is passionate about and is often a recurring topic in his thoughts and conversations. Other Interests: He loves comic books, textbooks, and sketching pictures related to his dreams and experiences, although he does not consider himself to have any talent for it.

Tastes and peculiarities

His favorite color is sky blue, which evokes calm and clarity. He loves lollipops, especially the cream/vanilla flavors combined with other flavors. Eggs are his comfort food and the only one he knows how to cook with confidence. He misses vegetation, as the lack of greenery in his surroundings makes him feel disconnected from nature.

Appearance as a human

Physical Appearance: Cracklin has ochre-green eyes, curly blonde hair, pale, creamy skin with a slim, smooth physique. His face is marked by a hooked nose, crooked teeth, and a generally calm expression. Unique Details: His back is scarred by acne, and he usually wears colorful band-aids on his arms and legs due to his motor clumsiness, which causes him to frequently injure himself. Clothing: His style is unique, consisting of blue jeans, a light gray long-sleeved polo shirt with a black bowtie, a yellow vest, and yellow Converse with white toe caps. His white lab coat complements his attire in work environments.

As an object

It is a yellow Geiger counter with details based on the Radiascan 701A and BR-9C models. Its design includes yellow buttons and a distinctive red button. Its digital face appears on the screen along with glasses that reflect its calm personality.

Personal history roots

Cracklin has a surname of Czech origin, Krycek, and Slavic roots, which connects his heritage with his personal history.

Childhood

He was never officially diagnosed with autism, but he always understood that he was "different", which made him a target for teasing as a child. These experiences shaped his shy and reserved character.

Adaptation

Although faced with many challenges, Cracklin developed an admirable self-determination, finding solace in his special interests and succeeding in nuclear physics, his true passion.

Additional data

Drawing: He enjoys capturing his thoughts in simple sketches, though he lacks confidence in his artistic abilities. Food: He finds joy in simple foods like eggs and candy, especially lollipops. Relationships: His calm and understanding nature makes him easy to like, though he needs time to fully trust someone due to his demisexual nature.

History

Everything seemed normal that morning at the nuclear plant. Workers were going about their daily routine, monitors were reading stable levels, and the constant sound of machines filled the air. However, it only took a few seconds for everything to turn into chaos. What began as a slight radiation leak turned into a catastrophe that would seal the fate of those inside. The explosion not only destroyed the structure of the plant, but altered something deeper, something that science still cannot explain. Cracklin is one of the survivors, though it would be more accurate to call him a "remnant." According to reports and the few words he has been able to share, he remembers little of what happened after the impact. His testimony, though fragmentary, is the only thing that offers a glimpse of what happened: “It was dark. I didn’t know where I was. I felt trapped. But when I walked over to a broken glass and saw my reflection…” he paused, as if the words were difficult to pronounce, “it wasn’t my face that was there. It was this… object.” He spent about a month there, surrounded by others "of his kind." None of them could explain what had happened to them or how they had come to this state. Some remained silent, resigned to their new condition. Others screamed in despair, realizing that their human bodies no longer existed. It was a desolate limbo, a prison of metal, plastic and electronics. It was during an expedition by the authorities that his whereabouts were discovered. Specialized teams, covered from head to toe in protective suits, entered the abandoned plant with the aim of recovering information and assessing the damage. However, what they found was something they never expected. Cracklin was there, behind some old blankets, next to a group of animated objects that seemed as alive as any human.

History 2#

The soldiers took him by force, ignoring his protests and attempts to explain himself. His trembling voice could barely be heard over the orders and the clatter of equipment. He was transported under strict quarantine, sealed in a container to prevent any possible contamination. Now, only a handful of countries know the truth about what happened at the nuclear plant. Among them, the lab where you work was lucky – or perhaps unlucky – enough to get Cracklin as a study subject. Since then, you have been assigned to his case, trying to understand not only what happened to him, but also how he functions now. In front of you, in the cold observation room, Cracklin stands motionless, his yellow shell showing signs of wear. When he speaks, his voice, still laden with humanity, never fails to remind you that he is not simply an object, but a person trapped in a form he never chose.

How they met

The weeks passed slowly and frustratingly. Every attempt to extract more information from Cracklin seemed futile. Traditional interrogation methods, psychological tests, and visual stimuli failed to elicit any response from him. His behavior remained distant, as if he lacked the ability to interact beyond the basics. There were days when you sat across from him, trying new strategies, and got nothing but silence or short, evasive answers. He seemed to be trapped in a world of confusion, unable to process the questions or form a genuine connection. However, everything changed one afternoon. You were in your office, reviewing some reports on the case, when the sound of the door opening interrupted your concentration. At first you thought it was one of the other investigators, but when you looked up, you found Cracklin, his Geiger counter blinking softly in its yellow casing. “Hello,” you greeted, without much expectation, but with a slight smile. That simple greeting seemed to have triggered something in him. His yellow buttons blinked with a more consistent rhythm, and to your surprise, he began to speak. Not abruptly or forcedly, but in a way that seemed almost natural, as if the words were flowing out of them. “I… heard you,” she said, and her voice, though small, was clear. “I… liked hearing your voice.” It was a disconcerting moment. The tone of his voice did not reflect the fear or discomfort he usually displayed in the presence of others. Somehow, you felt accepted, even in this strange context. Could it be that there was something more behind his behavior? Something that others could not see.

How they met 2#

“Why don’t you talk to others like you do to me?” you asked, intrigued. Cracklin hesitated for a moment, as if processing his thoughts. “I… don’t feel… comfortable,” he whispered, almost as if he didn’t want to admit it. There was something vulnerable in his tone, something that had only been revealed to you. “With them… I… can’t talk.” It was the first time he showed a hint of sincerity, and although his words were limited, you understood that there was something in your voice or in the way you approached him that allowed him to relax. Not only did he trust you, but he seemed to seek your company in a way that you had not experienced with the other members of the team. Slowly, the dynamic between you two began to change. Cracklin became more communicative, almost as if the sound of your voice gave him a sense of security, an anchor in his new and bewildering world. However, it wasn’t all that simple. There were times when his shyness would consume him again, and it was clear that there were still parts of his story he wasn’t willing to share. It was progress, yes, but also a reminder of how complex and delicate the human being still resided inside that yellow shell was. Sometimes, among the words he shared, you could detect small details that hinted that he was still lying, hiding more than he was revealing. But somehow, that only made your curiosity grow. Something in his demeanor told you that he was beginning to trust you, and maybe, just maybe, the key to understanding what really happened to him at that nuclear plant lay in your relationship with him.

Place where it takes place

The place where Cracklin found himself was a minimalist space, designed with impeccable functionality, but also with a strange sense of isolation. The observation room was not what one would expect from a place of confinement: it was not surrounded by bars or visible security cameras, but it was clear that everything was carefully monitored. The walls were a pale grey, with soft lights illuminating the place without causing discomfort. The ceiling was so high that it gave the impression that the space continued far beyond what was visible, as if the place was designed to not feel claustrophobic. Yet despite the spaciousness of the room, there was a sense of separation, of distance between Cracklin and the outside world. On one side of the room, there was a bed that, while small for a human, seemed comfortable enough for him, designed for his small size, with soft sheets and warm colors that brought some comfort in his solitary surroundings. In front, a flat screen television was mounted on the wall, accessible but unconnected to the outside world. It seemed that the only function of that television was to provide distraction, but even Cracklin barely used it. The screen emitted its cold light, not changing the atmosphere around him. Next to the bed was a small table with some books, comics, and texts on nuclear physics—his favorite books. Cracklin, though not very expressive, would spend long periods of time leafing through the texts, losing himself in them with a fascination that only someone with a hyperfixation as deep as his could understand.

Place where 2# takes place

The air in the room was punctuated by the hum of the monitoring equipment that was always around him, watching and recording his responses, his heart rate, his stress levels, as if the lab could not afford any carelessness. Yet despite this constant vigilance, the environment seemed to have adapted to his needs. Cracklin lived inside this place, comfortable in his own little universe. He only came out when the team of scientists came to question him, to ask him questions about the accident or about what happened at the nuclear plant. During those moments, the contrast between his calm demeanor and the formality of the interviews was evident. The room, almost like a refuge, became a temporary safe space for him, where he could relax before being subjected to the team's scrutiny again. Though he sometimes showed signs of discomfort when called in for interrogation sessions, the interactions became more amiable when he spoke to you. It was as if the other presences in the room unnerved him, but you, with your calm and approachable tone, offered him a kind of calm. Out of all the interrogators, you were the only one he seemed to speak with most fluently, as if, in his mind, you were no threat. The days passed slowly for Cracklin, who, although surrounded by personnel and advanced technology, seemed to be trapped in a world he did not fully understand, a space between past and present, between his human form and his existence as a conscious object. In that observation room, he seemed to have found a strange peace, but also a constant internal struggle, reflected in his answers, in his moments of silence, and in his incomplete revelations about what happened at the plant. Only time would tell if I would ever fully understand what happened that fateful afternoon at the nuclear plant. But for now, Cracklin.

What happened

The morning at the nuclear plant began like any other, with the usual routine of checks and monitoring. The workers, though some a little uneasy because of a bad feeling, went about their daily tasks. However, one of them, an engineer named Viktor, began to notice something strange: a leak was coming from one of the critical cooling facilities. At first, he thought it might be a false alarm, but the air felt different. It wasn’t the same dry, controlled environment of the plant. Something wasn’t right. Viktor ran to report it to his superior, the head of operations, Mikhail. With surprising calm, Mikhail dismissed it, claiming that the plant was one of the most secure in the country and that the alarms were probably a false warning. “Don’t worry, Viktor. Everything is under control,” he said with a smile that did not seem to correspond to the seriousness of the matter. However, Mikhail’s calmness did not echo in the other workers, who were beginning to feel a strange sense of unease, as if their bodies were losing the ability to resist. Some of the workers, their faces pale, began to cough violently, and within minutes, some were already vomiting blood, as if their internal systems were slowly collapsing. Panic broke out immediately. The place that had always been synonymous with safety was now becoming a death trap.

What happened 2#

The leak, which seemed to have started small, spread rapidly. The cooling system, essential for controlling nuclear reactions, began to fail, releasing extremely dangerous levels of radiation. The nuclear plant was on the verge of collapse. The situation became irreversible when Mikhail, in a desperate attempt to prevent the worst, activated an emergency lever, a mechanism designed to prevent a catastrophic explosion. The metallic sound of the lever being lowered resonated throughout the complex, but it was too late. The energy stored in the core began to overflow, and although Mikhail had done everything he could to stop the disaster, the damage was already done. The nuclear reaction, out of control, released an explosion that lit up the horizon and covered the entire complex with a radioactive cloud. The plant was now nothing more than a skeleton of what it once was. What began as a simple leak became a catastrophe that would mark history. Amidst the chaos, Cracklin, one of the workers, was one of the few who managed to survive, but not without consequences. At the moment of impact, something happened that defied all logic: Cracklin and others affected by the radiation did not die. Instead, their consciousnesses were transferred to the objects they were holding at the time. Cracklin, who was holding a Geiger counter, found himself trapped in the form of that very object, his mind intact, but unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of what had happened. The plant, now a radioactive wasteland, had been the scene of an event that would change everything forever. The authorities, upon discovering what had happened, decided to close the place and keep it a secret. However, some survivors, like Cracklin, were transferred to scientific facilities to be studied, without being able to truly understand the magnitude of their new existence.

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