#a-nickits-den

[ariadosanon]

I look away for a couple of days and you've changed significantly. Lmao.

@a-nickits-den

Oh hey Bee.

Yeah I got tired of being ‘nice.’

[battle-subway-ghost]

You receive a dream.

It does not belong to you.

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// Response to this.

Heed the tags of the original post, (read the tags,) + vomiting and panic attacks.

It burns.

It burns. It burns, it burns it burns everything burns-

F̴r̴o̴s̴t̴ Flames scorch his lungs, the smoke and soot rendering them useless as he attempts to gasp for air. His breaths come in short gasps- violent coughs punctuating each one afterwards.

The cushions are squeezed onto for dear life as he flails around- ash and smoke blocking out his vision. Something's loud- screaming. Something's screaming.

Screams fill the surrounding area- louder and louder as the seconds tick by. He thrashes around, trying to reach out, grasp at someone- something- himself, his throat- anything to make the burning stop-

A frozen claw wraps around his arm, the frigid, icy claws of Death itself, about to tear him away from his own f̴r̴o̴z̴e̴n̴ charred body...

...

No.

It was metal.

Paris stills, hacking once again before taking a deep breath. The first one he had managed. He blinks a few times, hot tears clouding his vision further...

Gilgamesh stood above him, chattering anxiously as he gently lowered Paris' arm. Paris stared up at the Bisharp, his senses starting to clear. The screaming had stopped, his own mouth closing. Was he- had he been screaming?

The nausea hits him like a wave. He lurches forward, a burning sensation rising up his throat-

...

He realizes why he couldn't see earlier.

Paris groans as the pain in his head finally registers, recoiling almost instinctively. His temples throb as he lays back down, slightly propping himself up against the armrest.

Paris feels something warm press up against his chest. Bringing a hand down, he can feel a familiar softness. A welcome comfort, especially after what he had just witnessed- dreamt..?

He takes deep, stuttering breaths. His lungs still burn, but he can properly breathe again despite it. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore or dull the incessant throbbing of his skull. It's like he had hit something- hard, at that. He knows there's pain medication somewhere in the house, but he doesn't trust himself enough to stand up and get it.

...Plus, there was no reason to move. He absentmindedly stroked the soft fur, slowly distracting himself from everything going on around him.

...

When had he fallen asleep in the first place? It was dark- too dark. It must've been late at night, already...

He can't even begin to imagine how late he is to work. But he's still in too much pain- he couldn't go even if he wanted to.

...

"...why do I even bother..?"

[battle-subway-ghost]

You have one (1) Mystery gift from [Fox Fauna] !! Open it? >YES A large block 10KG of minerals ground up into fine powder with a plastic wrap to protect it from One (1) Message: Hope this finds you well. This is much more bearable in my opinion, you can't feel the sound in your teeth for hours after, with the consistency of this being closer crumbly 'cookies' than literal rocks. You can carve off chunks as needed.

[PICKUP PENDING.]

Beedrill holy shit?? You didn't have to do this, thank you though. Where did you even get this?

I'll have to pick it up tomorrow. Thanks again, arcdamn.

[battle-subway-ghost]

Find her.

@a-nickits-den

I'm trying to

[battle-subway-ghost]

How is grungle?

@a-nickits-den

Oh. Beedrill, you made an account

I don't know. My back decided to hurt so that took me out for the day. couldn't go to the lab. fuck me I guess.

I think Mylah fucked up. pretty badly. I dont know, she's my friend and usually I trust her, but everything with Grungle has been... bad. To be completely blunt.

I hope he's okay. I really do, I'm attached to this bald baby and I feel fucking awful that things went so wrong. Bad timing or something, I guess.

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