Stanley was confused and scared.
His hands were tied by the old man Sam and they had somehow suppressed his powers enough so that even his body had grown weak. It was only then that he truly realized just how overworked his body was.
It was dull and painful. His muscles cried in spasms while they burned from the pain. Stanley felt like he couldn't even move it at all and had a hard time stopping himself from falling to the ground.
He hadn't realized just how much he had been relying on his powers.
'So I did have powers,' he thought. All this time, he had believed he was powerless, and yet the truth was that he really did have power at all this time.
He wanted to smile knowing that, but even smiling was a pain for him right now. All he could do was tear up in silence.
He wondered why the powers never showed themselves to him as they did to the other people. Why did he have to go around believing he was a Dull for the longest time?
