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Asriel hadn’t moved in DAYS.
There had been a break in his sickness, a small time where he managed to roam the city and get out to get some food. However, the moments where time seemed to speed were returning once more. What felt like a day of laying on the couch had turned into a WEEK of hugging a pillow and staring. Dissociation for days, reality nothing more than colors on a screen.
The TV was blaring some mindless cartoon, candy wrappers littered the floor, bread heels were piles in bags. There was a mug full of tea bags on the coffee table, used and dried up. He felt disgusting, he WAS disgusting, but Asriel didn’t plan on moving. Time was moving on without him, once again, and he couldn’t find a will to CARE.
There was no reason to care.