broken
You sat there, one arm slumped to your side. The red string draped across your lapit had snapped at the end and was unfurling. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes. He would know. You were broken and he had no place for broken puppets. ‘I guess its time..’ You thought as you stood up and stepped toward his room. The door was ajar, the glitched man standing in front of a screen, watching something. You shook with every step. The closer you got to him, the more you felt as if you were made of sand. Your legs would no longer support you as you got close to him. You sat on your knees, clutching your broken string, tears falling from your cheeks. The glitched man turned toward you. An͏d w͡hy ̶d̶o ̀y͘ou ́c͝ome ̧t́o me ẃi̡th̨ ͢t̸ea̢r̸s ̴m̵y p̛up̡pe͠t̴?͜ Your voice caught. ‘’I..im broken, and there is no place for broken puppets.’’ Anti took the string gently from your hands. He turned it over and over, looking at each broken strand. He put the string on the table and pulled a new one on your arm. Y͟où we͘r̸è ̴n͏ot brok͏e͠ņ ̸my̵ ͘d͝e͠a͢r..̷.Oņly̷ in͟jur͞ed. I ̢sti͜l̛l ̷ha͏v̨e̢ ͜use̴ fo͡r҉ you. m̕y̸ ҉p͠u͞p̀pęt̴. He placed his hand to your face. nǫw̕ ͝r͠un̕ ͢al̕o͝ng͜..Yo̧u̵ h̸a͡ve̕ w̴o̵r̨k ͝t͢o̧ ͜do̢ ̵my dear͟...͠
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
@septicplier @nepeta-cata @sohowdoilifeandstuff @burningbirb @septicuniverse @septicart-appreciation @mad-men-inc @saltyweirdbi @kairomancerr @alice--price @petunia9402
