❝ Who the fuck said that ? You’re great . ❞
— @e34t
THEIR FACE LIGHTS UP AT THE CASUAL COMPLIMENT . Widened eyes full of stars , a soft giggle leaves them as they squish their cheeks , smiling brightly at Paloma in glee . “ You real- you REALLYYY th- thi- think soooo !? Thaaanksss ! ” They did not think anyone nearby would hear their rambling about this particular person’s disrespect to them , their will in making make them feel disgusted of their own delightfully fucked up vessel . Though there is Paloma ! They like them ! “ Ah , no worries - no worries about THAT ! “ They assure the other , furiously shaking their head as to let the question slide to the unknown . “ I - I - I only care about the fact tha- that - that yoouuu made me - you made a ve- very , very , V-E-R-Y happy glitchie ! IIIII think you are - you are great toooo ! “ Giggling more , they take Paloma’s hand and shake it , never mind the dried blood on their revealed skin .
❝ I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving
you what you need, but not in the form you expect. ❞
— @codeshe
❝ Like... life giving me a family? You? Dad? ❞ Paxton’s innocence question falls in sweet softness to Red, born from a childhood forgotten and unfound as scattered mirror shards everywhere— with xyr inner child forever lost in the unknown, the darkest dark, lights slaughtered. [ It would keep weeping, hoping to be taken in open arms, though, it only grew still unwanted and unloved, wailing more then until it could finally walk and speak, clumsily, terribly. ] ❝ Since my en- my entire life, I - I - I never thought I would— could have a family, but... ❞ Without thinking, while Paxton has been sitting beside Red on the bed ( on my bed, in my room ), xe leans against her side, making xemself smaller, xyr inner child silently asking for light, light, love. ❝ I really hope life had finally given you what you needed and you - you are - you are fully happy now... like me, Mom. We deserve to be happy. ❞ With a small smile, Paxton clings onto xyr soft blanket and tightly embraces Red then.
TEETH : sender bares teeth at receiver . // @hidesbody
THE UNKNOWN STARES DOWN AT HIM , FINDS THE THREAT HELD BETWEEN HIS CLENCHED TEETH . Fear , it lingers around his shaky presence and they find themself itching to remain perfectly still , make him almost believe that he is staring at an ungodly image , what is forever nameless and misunderstood when they are the itch in the brain , the extra weight on the shoulders , the ceaseless burning at the back of head . ( Though where is the fun if horror does not know how to move like us while being of darkest memories and dead galaxies ? How to speak in our language as God is hung all bleeding in its terrible teeth ? ) They take a step closer to him and when a cackle leaves them in this unholy night , the world begins to pray . " What - what is - what is the matter ? Cat got your tongue ? “ The unknown bares their sharper teeth back at him and there is only red on them ; better hope it was not a human that they just consumed .
IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN AND AGAIN AND A G A I N . They can not remember what led to this moment , but they know that they are not the entire cause of it . [ There is blood leaving their shaken hands from the running water , a spoiled sign of life falling to the sink drain . There is an abandoned knife on the floor , beside their feet , now unsharp and unloved . Then there is you , staring at the mirror that does not bear your face but a MONSTER’S . ] Their eyes are shut as they grip on the edge of the sink , their knuckles turning white with tears rolling over their cheeks . It’s happening again , it’s happening again , it’s happening again ; why , why , why are you repeating this line , I get it , Mori — Stop it , stop it , LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE —
SOUNDS OF FOOTSTEPS OCCUR BEHIND THEM . Quickly , they turn over to see Christine [ @shadysider ] standing at the doorway , her expression full of shock at the terrible appearance they bear , and their hands now grip on the roots of their hair . Dread begins to tear across their raw throat , despair bleeds through their rushed words . ❝ Zig , plea- please , let - let me - let me ex- ex- explain , ❞ Desperation holds them by the neck while the choked sounds expel from them . She’s there, she’s here , and she’s going to leave me alone like everyone else — ❝ I - I - I can’t remember why I am - I am here . . . Why . . . ❞ They gesture at the sink , the knife , themself [ all in blood that they are too afraid to seek answers on who it belonged to ] . I can not remember what I did . I am afraid of what I will do now .
❝ But I know I am - I KNOW I was being controlled by an entity . ❞ They try to explain to her in more pained tears , even though part of them feel like she will not believe them anyway just like everyone else . ( But they have to try , Christine has to understand . ) ❝ Someone who can make me - who can make me anyone , do anything , be in anywhere . And tonight , I - I - I think they made me do something horrible and I . . . I hate that - I hate that I don’t know WHY . . . I don’t . . . I don’t . . . ❞ [ Mori , Mori , Mori , are you reading this ? I hope you will leave this moment guilty in your dreams , in your awakening. ] Th- they- I feel my knees buckling . My throat becomes sore already , even though I swear I was only speaking to her in only softness , fearing how easy I can destroy the world with just a loud voice , with raging thoughts .
THOUGH EVEN WHEN I - I - I - APPEAR / SOUND HELPLESS TO HER , I fear she will only think that I am a liar — a MONSTER . After all , who can trust me ? [ no one , nothing , no where . ] Who can love me ? [ no one , nothing , nowhere ] Her silence is violent , it cuts through the reality and pierces through me . Part of me just wants to leave this place — leave her , so I won’t have to be left alone first . Yet this whole time anyway , I still look at Christine , as much as I want to look at anywhere but her eyes , because she is all I have now . [ Not anymore soon , not anymore soon . She won’t believe me , I know she won’t . She won’t believe me — ] ❝ I believe you , ❞ is all she says to them , quietly , yet with all of her heart and soul put into those three words.
I SEE MYSELF IN HER THEN , telling her that same line after she explained to me about the Camp Nightwing massacre — her sister’s death , and after she told me that no one would believe her words of how Cindy died , despite everything . I believe you was all I said , quickly , but my words were louder than the rainstorms , clearer than sea untouched by sanguine death . Now , to be told the same with genuine emotions , I fall on my knees and the sudden sobs leave me . I bury my face into my hands and I don’t know why am I still crying so terribly . The weight in me doesn’t go away while my breathing become only more heavier when I realize I am so overwhelmed of being believed in for once in a lifetime . Without thinking , I pull Christine into a hug in terrible hope that she is real and not an illusion .
BUT REMEMBERING HOW SHE IS NOT FOND OF TOUCHES , I try to push myself away from her presence , profusely apologizing to her for invading her space , yet she only keeps me closer to her and my entire body aches from the reminder that I am not alone . [ That I am never alone . ] I close my eyes and at last after a very long time , I can breathe better again . ❝ Thank you for - thank you for believing me when no one else does, Ziggy, ❞ I hear my words are now more quiet , weaker , yet I know it is still full of great gratitude for the returned promise made by my friend .
