Starting to really break Faber down now and it's like oh buddy, how long you think that pure dissociation is going to save you for?
*stares at him so hard*
Hey Faber, get back to work, this is the hell that you made for yourself, remember? Go on, that's the pear wiggler you hand-crafted, my friend.
*quietly cackles all the way to "forcible breakdown followed by forced comfort" bank.*
yessss, give it to us, break that boiiii, break him!!!


















