@donthug || plotted !
🌈 He can barely move. There's not much point in moving though, is there? Where is there to go? He knows this place. This is where all the unloved people go, isn't it? What did he do... wrong? He tried so hard! Is it because he had those silly thoughts about....
Well, he must accept his fate without protest! Remain faithful. Wait for his king to lift him up and... reattach his leg... and his eye... and take him back to the happy place! Hours pass. He opens his mouth to sing a song. He can't quite... remember the words. Or the melody. It hurts his head to think about it and the sounds he makes aren't quite right. He opens his hands to try to make magic! Anything to see but the blackness and the checkered floor. Something colorful!
It works. Just barely. Cutting through the darkness is the vibrant pastel pinks and blues of Shrignold's illusion magic, lighting up like a distress signal in the air for a short burst, a four letter word spelled in glitching, distorted letters.
❤️ H E L P 💕
