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//”It doesn’t matter,” I respond immediately, knowing in the back of my head that at this stage it probably doesn’t. It takes me a second to realise I probably shouldn’t have said that but then again it’s not like you would understand it.
I rub my eye, before rolling my eyes and continuing, “I mean I just took it off to get something to eat, No big deal,” I mutter in monotone, folding my arms.
Entre squints an eye. “Well, you should put it back on after you’re done. I told you, the air can infect you too.”
“Anyways, what’d you come in here for? I hope Swag’s dumb prank didn’t bother you too badly,” he says and rolls his shoulders. “He’s just an idiot. He’ll eventually get himself actually killed one day, and that’ll show him.” Beneath his mask, he huffs out the barest of snickers.
//”What? Leaving? I already said I wasn’t going to, idiot,” I retort, narrowing my bagged eyes as I take a breath, tensing my eyes shut to block out the headache as I try to focus on the conversation, eyes finally making their way back to the other’s. Â
“That’s no–” Entre stops himself, feeling no need to push the non-issue. He looks Bitter over for a moment. He pauses on his face. Then asks, furrowing his brows. “Where’s your mask?”
//”Yea whatever,” I murmur not even sure as to what I feel right now. I didn’t get bit, so OBVIOUSLY I’m not stressed about that, or distressed. Yet the entire thing made me almost lose track of my emotions.Â
“… I’ve just had enough.”
“We’ve all had enough, I think,” Entre says, shrugging his shoulders. “But what’s there to do, but keep going?”
He pauses for a moment before realizing there actually was a way to… “opt out.”
“I’m not gonna let you choose the alternative.” He frowns at Bitter, meeting his eyes with his own.
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// “What? No,” my eyebrow twitches, “I stayed around here grumbling over what a complete fucking… shit-” I can’t even finish that sentence.
Brows furrowing, Entre steps up to Bitter. “I’m sorry, I…should’ve told you I kinda…” he pauses and averts his eyes with a wince. “Already knew Swag was immune.”
“B-but! I didn’t know for sure! Well…I did, but…” he tenses his shoulders and chews on his lower lip. “I didn’t wanna believe it…”
“It’s not fair,” he hisses under his breath.
...
Entre starts and looks up from where he was sharpening his axe. He stares at his friend for a moment before speaking up as he stands. “Bitter…are you okay?”
“I’m glad you didn’t do anything rash after I lost contact with you… You didn’t, right?” He smiles uneasily.
[Update]: 3 of 3
// “Hey pipsqueak. Come on…
HEY N- WHAT ARE Y-“
….
…
“Pip..!”
I yelp, attempting to grab onto him, but soon after he’s off again.
He doesn’t remember me…
…
It’s not so bad… No, just a nip…Â
eh…heh…
heh…
[Update]: 2 of 3
// In the mess I’m in, I still am able to freeze and look, all panic finding it’s way to stiffen my posture, my stance unmoving as the shadowed figure makes it’s way from behind the tent.
I don’t even think to grab a weapon. I just stand there, finally returning my tremble. No. Fuck I… I hate this so much. The fear, and stress, the knowledge that nothing is going to get better. It’s not.
When the figure reveals itself, my expression falls, tears repooling at the corner of my eyes. It’s familiar but not part of any world I ever knew but the world I am in now.Â
That familiar brown buddy of mine.Â
“Pip…”
He growls. ACTUALLY GROWLS.
“No. No no. You don’t growl. You’re just acting on impulse. You don’t remember me do you? Come on don’t you forget about me…”
I move a step closer, reaching my hands outwards, but not too close.Â
“Come on buddy…”
[Update]: 1 of 3
//I am a mess right now. Of anger, frustration, stress, depression all meshed into one aggravated lump. Slouching, I walk, tossing the mask in my hand to the side. I’m not going to leave though, because I’m not a fucking stupid childish moron who enjoys stressing others out, AKA Entre. I’m just wandering the camp.
It takes no less than four minutes of silence (although that is quite a bit because silence only occurred after I’d ceased my grumbling), for me to pause, hearing something behind one of the tents. Shit. It’s another one, isn’t it…
stowedawayinbitterness replied to your post: stowedawayinbitterness replied to your post: … I’M…
I ruIN EVERYTHING I - I can’t //sniffles————————————————————————— //dead line//
BITTER! BITTER!!
ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW, BITTER!
God. DAMN IT!!
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IT’S ALL MY FAULT IM TERRIBLE, I SHOULDN’T BE HERE
SHUT UP!!! You belong here more than him!
-rips off his mask to speak clearer-
I have this suspicion, okay? Stop freaking out!
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