Stitch wasn’t supposed to be up here. He wasn’t supposed to leave Indian Hill in general. Dr. Strange had forbidden him to do so on more than one occasion, had given strict instruction that ARKHAM ASYLUM was off limits to his experiment, but still, that same experiment wandered through the halls. He couldn’t help himself. He was CURIOUS. He wanted to know more about the world his creator tried so hard to keep him from. Bare feet pressed silent steps against the cold, marble floor and uncertain gaze drank in the various sights. People in strange uniforms. Bright, coloured pills being forced down their throats and loud noises echoing all around. It was BEAUTIFULLY CHAOTIC, everything Stitch craved to be near. Body collided with another, startled glare meeting the gaze of a boy with red-hair. ❛ Move, stupid head. ❜
STARTER CALL // @insxnuss