-> @blaedes
Something is really, really wrong.
The anxiety, the fear, the dread — it’s creeping up their throat, twisting around their neck.
Something about these flowers are wrong. They have to get rid of them. Chara doesn’t know how or why they’ve done this, but they —
They bring all of Chara’s true feelings up to the surface, and what’s worse, makes them spoken aloud.
The child is hunched over in the grass, trying to take deep breaths. The flower crowns have spilled out of their bag and into the dirt. Considering how hastily Chara had shoved them in their bag, they retained their shape incredibly well — a testament to their sturdiness, or perhaps Chara’s talent for crafting them.
They don’t see him behind them. They feel his presence, though, and turn their head around just to catch a glimpse of —
The sad man.
“Do n — don’t come closer.”