“A- ah–” A-ya attempted to speak, attempted to cry out,
but the fear squeezed at his throat and flung itself at his
chest, rendering him unable to focus as he felt himself
begin hyperventilating.
He backed away – he didn’t want to die, he didn’t want
C-ta to die, he didn’t understand why this was happening –
only to hit his bedroom wall, sliding down it, head in his knees,
hands grasping the sides of his head, he just wanted it to
STOP. But it wouldn’t, that THING was after him, it was after
all of them…why, why, WHY–
“S- stop it– stop it already—”
C-ta frowned, looking down at A-ya. He was so scared, so helpless. He sat down next to A-ya, pulling the boy into his arms, He wasn’t going to let A-ya suffer by himself like this. C-ta hadn’t been expecting to have to deal with this upon reaching A-ya’s house. But he was glad he was here to comfort A-ya at least.
Well, try to comfort A-ya.
{✘} ---- “A-ya, please focus on my voice! Y-You’re seeing things... “