Tweak says, "Are you trying to Scully me?"
Robbie Fontaine is a dork. He's always been a little socially awkward, a little nerdy. He's felt like a loner, an outsider most of his life. He still feels like an outsider. Robbie has gone through a lot in a short amount of time - hell, he's gone through a lot in a long amount of time, too. He covers up some of that discomfort, some of that desperation for love and belonging with bad jokes, with talking too much and never knowing quite when to shut up and putting his foot in his mouth a little too often.
He's a caring kind of person - his love runs deep, and to his core he is kind. He loves friends, he loves people, he loves kids. He was known in Caswell for being a favorite to the kids, and he'd always take the time to play with them. He never played favorites (even if he secretly had them). He's good with people, generally a social kind of butterfly even if he's a bit awkward about it. It's just endearing, really.
This Robbie, though, he's a little different. Guarded. Unsure of himself. He's lonely, he's so lonely and he feels nothing but blue all the time, and he's confused and he's angry. He doesn't know if he's safe he doesn't know if others are safe around him. He misses his home but he doesn't know where that is. He's lost, and he can't remember who he is. He's scared of himself, terrified to know what he did and what he's capable of. What he could do. What lingers in his head, lying in wait. He doesn't always know what's real, now, even if he doesn't voice it out loud. He doesn't feel the bonds of his pack, any pack, there is no pack and there are no bonds and he has nowhere to belong and it makes him uneasy, it makes him so, so sad.
He's a desperate sort of fellow - desperate to be loved, desperate to belong. He wants to be funny, he finds joy in making people laugh because that might mean they like him. If they like him, they could love him and if they could love him they could be his home. They could be his family. Robbie isn't a shy person, he's willing to share things about himself - sometimes using that to test the waters, like if he tells them some personal things, and they don't leave, maybe they will care, maybe they can accept him. He lives in a world of uncertainty, before his memory loss too and especially after. That uncertainty clouds most of his interactions.
Robbie Fontaine was born to a werewolf mother and a hunter father. His father was not a good man - he wasn’t a hunter who fell madly in love with a werewolf and changed his mind. No, no he fooled her and tried to use that from within to tear it all down. He did not love her, or Robbie, and when he was still too young to hear it, his father told him he was a monster. That a monster was growing inside of him and he’d have to learn to control it, suppress it, or then he’d be the monster. When he was still young, they had to run away - he had tried to attack his mother, and she stole him and they went on the run. They slept in the forest, in the car, sometimes in a cheap motel. They were always on the move and always together. She was his world.
When he was six, Robbie’s father found them. He’d had the most stable home that he could remember, living in a pack of women. A small pack, five wolves in total not including himself. When his father came for them, he slaughtered them all. His mother hid him in a tree, telling him to quiet as a mouse like they had practiced, not to come out for anyone. He didn’t, either, even when his father called for him. He was there for three days before someone found him - and everything he knew and had grown to love was gone.
He stayed with the new pack for a long time - mostly out of necessity, not because he totally felt like he belonged there with them. When he got older, though, he roamed. A lone wolf. One of the few that could be entirely without a pack and not go full Omega. He had his mother as a tether, the memory of her. He wandered, he traveled, and eventually he found himself at Caswell, a town full of werewolves who lived with the Alpha of All.
This lead to his eventual assignment to the Bennett pack, leaving Maine and the east coast for Green Creek, Oregon. It was here that he’d find his true family, and his true pack. Even when his assignment ended - when he could have left and gone back to the place he’d called home for a few years already, he didn’t. It had never truly been his home - this was. He stayed and he fit. He belonged with the Bennett pack.
He’d be with them for years, too. Several years before it would all be taken away from him. They were the best years of his life - he had a family, a mate, the beautiful feeling of packpackpack. He’d do anything for them, and he knew they’d do anything for him. Until Robert Livingstone. He’d gone on a quick assignment alone - it was just a few hours away, a drop off. Robert Livingstone stepped out into the road as Robbie drove home, and took him. He stole all of his memories, and put a trigger in his mind.
He went back. He went back to Green Creek blank and not under his own control, and he attacked his own pack. He killed the Omega they were just going to rescue. He killed his human packmate, and almost killed the other. He was moments from attacking his own mate - when some, small part of him screaming no no no no no made him turn and run. He woke up in the trees, unsure of where or who he was. Robert Livingstone, disguised as an old man named Ezra, brought him back to Caswell.
Robbie lived at Caswell for thirteen months with Rober Livingstone, masquerading as Ezra, and as a beta - and eventually second, to the Alpha of All, Michelle Hughes. He thought he really had something there. He had kids he played with and who loved him, he had wolves who smiled at him when he walked by. He thought he was happy, but it wasn’t real. As the Bennett pack tried to reach him in his dreams, they started to leak into real life and Robbie thought he was going insane. Ezra tried to keep him under control, taking more and more of his memories away from him so he was missing days, forgetting things.
It was the lies, the visions of alphas and packs and the smell of grass, lake water and so much sunshine that drove him to eventually leave - following the instructions of a woman who said they’d met just a week ago who he couldn’t remember and found himself kidnapped by the Bennett back and taken forcibly back to Green Creek, where they told him everything. He spent days locked in their basement behind a line of silver, unable to truly believe what they were telling him.
It turned out, though, it was all true. It took a long time and a lot of healing in the group - from everyone, for Robbie to get his memories back. It was a struggle, and what he found out hurt nearly as much as losing everything he'd lost, but getting to remember his pack, his family, Kelly was more than he could have hoped for. GAME ENTRY. Things were okay, for a little. The looming question of omegas, what happened with Robert Livingstone, was still weighing heavy on the pack but for a moment, things were quiet. Things were calm. He'd just gone out for a little bit of fresh air, when a mist surrounded him.
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