[Stan doesn't seem to be able to see her either. All he can focus on is his immediate situation and the bouncing as he's jostled inside the trunk. He's breathing heavy - hyperventilating, something that could actually kill him in the situation he's in.
He can't kick out the tail light with his ankles tied. He can't push himself up to try and force it open. His hands are bound behind his back, but he's facing the latch and the cables that connect to the trunk pop in the front seat. None of that will mean much to Odile, but he seems to be forming a plan. A desperate, stupid plan but if he doesn't get out of here he's going to die. Either he'll die here in the trunk or h̊̚͘͏̨̲̥e͖͍̬͑͋̀́̕'ͣ̆͌̋͒̊̿́҉̺̲̹̫̙l̹̪̦̼̣̬̏ͮͫl͎̲͚̗͎̭̿̾̕͞ ̴̧͚̬̗̥̀̅͐ͭ̀̓͝d̠͕ͥ̽̌ͨ͂͗͞i̸̓ͭ̎҉̫̩͓̼̮̘̜e̼̩̩̻̤̲̬̳͖̓͑ͨ͊̑̑ ͔̖͕͗̑̋̽̓̄͑w̸̹̪͕͙̪͉̻͕ͪͭ̀̍͡ḩ̷̡̺̝̬̦̬͉̼̤͛̊̐̈̓̆͒ͬ̀ė̵̸̳̗̹̠̠͍̔͆̄ͤ͂͟ňͥ͒ͯ̚͏͎̟̲̞̪ ̲͖̼̱̩̮́ͩt̢̳̩̂̒̔̆͡h̴̛̖̭̘̲̲͓̞̗̱͑̈́ͪẻ̗̜̰͎͈̟̎͑̋̏̐s̴̵̞̦̲̺͈ͨ̈́̀è͓̯͓͚̣͛̀͑͌̐ͪ̔ ̯̬̼͙̦̰͚̫̰̒̄ͧ́ͥ̉͗̽ġ̸̴͚͆̊ͤͬ̍̀̚o̷̩̮̠̯̱̞͆̊ͨ̔ö́ͩ̿̃̚͏̴̮͇n̸̠͍ͦ̂̉̃̆ͪͧ́̚s͎̯̳̘̜͍̈̓ͯͫͯͤ̾͐̑ ̞̫̙͆̌̃̆́͘ģ̝͓̬̫̗̰̱̎̾ͮu̵͔͇̳ͮͭͨ͆̍ͨ̾t̴͌ͤ͊̿̀҉̺ ̪̥̫̞̩̈ͣ̏͊͝͝͡h̛̲͔̘̯̖͉͉̝͔́̿ͯ͢͞i̟͈̪̺̻͉ͫ̔̽͐̃̀̉̿ͅm̧̥̭̺ͬ͢ ̭̥̬͎̎̂̌̆̀̿͗͊̓͟fͦͦ͂̈̔͐҉̶͔̳͇̠͍̝ö̴̧̙͉͇̺̮̬̥͐̾ͅr̢̢͖͔̥̳̳͉̂ͯ̔ ̪̮͎̟͙̪͑p̸̡̘̲̬̬͉̖̈́̿̈́̔̏ͧͬȧ͍͉̝̦͍͍̥̙͟r̯̟̍̚ͅt̤̩͖͇̪̹͚̫̿͘s̱͔̺͆̏͆ͨ̿̉͆̀̚͠͡.
Trying to go unnoticed, Stan tries to turn himself as much as possible, tries to push himself closer and closer to the latch with his mouth open like he's bobbing for apples. It takes more than a few attempts, but eventually his mouth connects and he desperately chews on whatever he's bitten, trying to break it or bend it out of shape - anything!
An interesting thing happens in this moment - one small detail that wasn't present in the original memory. Now that he's so panicked and desperate, when his eyes are open, they're electric blue, the same color as his fire outside the memories, even though this is long before he would have gained such powers.
He winces as something cracks, but he has to push through. He has to ignore it. It doesn't matter that there's blood starting to pool in his mouth and leak out of the corners - nothing matters except getting out.
He has to get out he has to get out h̑̒͊͒̈́͑͏̨̼̜̺̲̲e̬̲̺ͩ̓̑̇ ̝̥̺̰̠̙ͯ͘ḥ̨̹̘̬̹͓̣̏̂͑͐ą̜͎̝͉͆̔͆ͫͬ͒ͤs͋͒͆̽͏̮̱̠͇̦ ̧̺̾̔ṭ̴̛̦ͥ͊͌͋́͗͛͑͠o̶̓̔̿̌̅҉͉̗̬ ͑̒̐̆͏͙̻̮̪͉̭̪̺͔̀́g̞̟̳̦͇͔̹̻ͫ̈̏͗͠ĕ̷̢̹̱͖͚̊ẗ̨̲̬̠̘́̾̍̉͂̚̚̕ ̏ͦ̎ͦ̅ͨͯ̔҉҉̣̯o̴̧̮͇̘͋̐̌u͐ͦ̓̀̈͋ͩ͐҉̝̭̭̫ͅţ̠̪̫̝̩̘͔̹ͪ ͍̙̫̜̝̩̻̜̯̿̆͗͋ͥ͛̋̇́H̸̢̬̹ͥ͋͑̉͟Ḛ̡͎͚̞̙̟̥͈ͭ ̟̜͖̬̱̤̱ͥ͌ͨ̔̔͑̈́̂̕͠Ḩ̲̱̭͉ͪ̌̋͗́ͫ̌͗A̛͇̤̙̳̣̘ͤ̊ͧ̓ͤ͛ͭ̕͞ͅS̶̖͕͉̫͚̼ͥ̈́̔̓͒͋̕͜ ̨̅̌̄͊͒͋͟҉͇̪͔̝̳̬Ṯ͈̬̿̓̂̑ͪ̉ͤ́͞Õ͐͑̂҉̬̮͕̠̖͡ ̒͆̎ͯͧͣ҉͈̕G̢̹̠̥ͣ͗͌̑́͋̃͡E͎̻͉͈͓͓̊ͤ̎̓͞T̵̻̹̗̳ͪͬ͛̏ͭ̔ͭ͐͘ ̛͈̥͉̩̩̮̎̆̍̀ͥ͒O͎̎̀̌͊͛͑̕Ụͭ͆̑Tͥ̅̂̍ͮ͊̄̍́͞҉̱̤͈̗.]
cw: teeth trauma, panic attack
He can't kick out the tail light with his ankles tied. He can't push himself up to try and force it open. His hands are bound behind his back, but he's facing the latch and the cables that connect to the trunk pop in the front seat. None of that will mean much to Odile, but he seems to be forming a plan. A desperate, stupid plan but if he doesn't get out of here he's going to die. Either he'll die here in the trunk or h̊̚͘͏̨̲̥e͖͍̬͑͋̀́̕'ͣ̆͌̋͒̊̿́҉̺̲̹̫̙l̹̪̦̼̣̬̏ͮͫl͎̲͚̗͎̭̿̾̕͞ ̴̧͚̬̗̥̀̅͐ͭ̀̓͝d̠͕ͥ̽̌ͨ͂͗͞i̸̓ͭ̎҉̫̩͓̼̮̘̜e̼̩̩̻̤̲̬̳͖̓͑ͨ͊̑̑ ͔̖͕͗̑̋̽̓̄͑w̸̹̪͕͙̪͉̻͕ͪͭ̀̍͡ḩ̷̡̺̝̬̦̬͉̼̤͛̊̐̈̓̆͒ͬ̀ė̵̸̳̗̹̠̠͍̔͆̄ͤ͂͟ňͥ͒ͯ̚͏͎̟̲̞̪ ̲͖̼̱̩̮́ͩt̢̳̩̂̒̔̆͡h̴̛̖̭̘̲̲͓̞̗̱͑̈́ͪẻ̗̜̰͎͈̟̎͑̋̏̐s̴̵̞̦̲̺͈ͨ̈́̀è͓̯͓͚̣͛̀͑͌̐ͪ̔ ̯̬̼͙̦̰͚̫̰̒̄ͧ́ͥ̉͗̽ġ̸̴͚͆̊ͤͬ̍̀̚o̷̩̮̠̯̱̞͆̊ͨ̔ö́ͩ̿̃̚͏̴̮͇n̸̠͍ͦ̂̉̃̆ͪͧ́̚s͎̯̳̘̜͍̈̓ͯͫͯͤ̾͐̑ ̞̫̙͆̌̃̆́͘ģ̝͓̬̫̗̰̱̎̾ͮu̵͔͇̳ͮͭͨ͆̍ͨ̾t̴͌ͤ͊̿̀҉̺ ̪̥̫̞̩̈ͣ̏͊͝͝͡h̛̲͔̘̯̖͉͉̝͔́̿ͯ͢͞i̟͈̪̺̻͉ͫ̔̽͐̃̀̉̿ͅm̧̥̭̺ͬ͢ ̭̥̬͎̎̂̌̆̀̿͗͊̓͟fͦͦ͂̈̔͐҉̶͔̳͇̠͍̝ö̴̧̙͉͇̺̮̬̥͐̾ͅr̢̢͖͔̥̳̳͉̂ͯ̔ ̪̮͎̟͙̪͑p̸̡̘̲̬̬͉̖̈́̿̈́̔̏ͧͬȧ͍͉̝̦͍͍̥̙͟r̯̟̍̚ͅt̤̩͖͇̪̹͚̫̿͘s̱͔̺͆̏͆ͨ̿̉͆̀̚͠͡.
Trying to go unnoticed, Stan tries to turn himself as much as possible, tries to push himself closer and closer to the latch with his mouth open like he's bobbing for apples. It takes more than a few attempts, but eventually his mouth connects and he desperately chews on whatever he's bitten, trying to break it or bend it out of shape - anything!
An interesting thing happens in this moment - one small detail that wasn't present in the original memory. Now that he's so panicked and desperate, when his eyes are open, they're electric blue, the same color as his fire outside the memories, even though this is long before he would have gained such powers.
He winces as something cracks, but he has to push through. He has to ignore it. It doesn't matter that there's blood starting to pool in his mouth and leak out of the corners - nothing matters except getting out.
He has to get out he has to get out h̑̒͊͒̈́͑͏̨̼̜̺̲̲e̬̲̺ͩ̓̑̇ ̝̥̺̰̠̙ͯ͘ḥ̨̹̘̬̹͓̣̏̂͑͐ą̜͎̝͉͆̔͆ͫͬ͒ͤs͋͒͆̽͏̮̱̠͇̦ ̧̺̾̔ṭ̴̛̦ͥ͊͌͋́͗͛͑͠o̶̓̔̿̌̅҉͉̗̬ ͑̒̐̆͏͙̻̮̪͉̭̪̺͔̀́g̞̟̳̦͇͔̹̻ͫ̈̏͗͠ĕ̷̢̹̱͖͚̊ẗ̨̲̬̠̘́̾̍̉͂̚̚̕ ̏ͦ̎ͦ̅ͨͯ̔҉҉̣̯o̴̧̮͇̘͋̐̌u͐ͦ̓̀̈͋ͩ͐҉̝̭̭̫ͅţ̠̪̫̝̩̘͔̹ͪ ͍̙̫̜̝̩̻̜̯̿̆͗͋ͥ͛̋̇́H̸̢̬̹ͥ͋͑̉͟Ḛ̡͎͚̞̙̟̥͈ͭ ̟̜͖̬̱̤̱ͥ͌ͨ̔̔͑̈́̂̕͠Ḩ̲̱̭͉ͪ̌̋͗́ͫ̌͗A̛͇̤̙̳̣̘ͤ̊ͧ̓ͤ͛ͭ̕͞ͅS̶̖͕͉̫͚̼ͥ̈́̔̓͒͋̕͜ ̨̅̌̄͊͒͋͟҉͇̪͔̝̳̬Ṯ͈̬̿̓̂̑ͪ̉ͤ́͞Õ͐͑̂҉̬̮͕̠̖͡ ̒͆̎ͯͧͣ҉͈̕G̢̹̠̥ͣ͗͌̑́͋̃͡E͎̻͉͈͓͓̊ͤ̎̓͞T̵̻̹̗̳ͪͬ͛̏ͭ̔ͭ͐͘ ̛͈̥͉̩̩̮̎̆̍̀ͥ͒O͎̎̀̌͊͛͑̕Ụͭ͆̑Tͥ̅̂̍ͮ͊̄̍́͞҉̱̤͈̗.]