@bleedsloyal sent // knock knock, its a thrown hand axe missing its mark of sebastian's head by a harrowing few inches to stick itself deep in the wall. not to worry, though, he has another one. surely, he won't miss twice.
‘ holy fu-- ‘
a sharp whistling in the air was the first thing he had heard. the second, stumbling and jerking away by what instinct deemed to be impending danger, was the resounding thunk of metal greeting plaster. sebastian should have very well been thanking his lucky stars that it had not instead made introductions with his head, but perhaps it was a moment in future hindsight he could look back upon and be grateful for. for at present time, his concerns rested elsewhere.
‘ joseph, what the fuck-- ‘
sucked out of his lungs in a sharp, bone-bruising vacuum, the words remaining upon his lips died in a sudden lack of air. speech was a difficult thing, after all, when such shock came crashing down upon seeing the best friend he had only so recently regained after losing warped into a monstrosity. the bubbling white skin that marred the faces of so many others he hadn’t thought twice of blowing the brains out crawled up the expanse of the left side of his neck, and through the thick lenses of his glasses, sebastian could not mistake the unnatural glow of eyes fixed upon him.
the undeniably murderous intent brought his stomach to a sickening lurch.
it was just like---it was like---
‘ oh joseph, joseph no-- ‘ soft and fumbling, sentences fragmented and incapable of completion, sebastian only had the capacity to quickly move to not end up gored by the axe twirled about in a gloved hand. how? he had been fine mere seconds before, in the documents he had read, there had been signs, signals that warned of the impending mental breakdown that led to this state--
in a sharp, shaking exhale, sebastian noted with a sharp chill to his spine that he could see his breath clouding the air that had begun to be tinted a frigid shade of blue.
‘ fuck, fuck, no, not now-- ‘
