((okay before you start reading this fair warning for a somewhat colourful description of two people dying in an explosion and a detailed 'monologue' of a panic attack (or at least how they feel to me lol i can't speak for everyone) that does shift into second person You can just scroll to the end if you don't want to read that, everything past "system shutdown" is safe. okay let's go))
* Pink's standing against a wall. He peaks around the corner of the building. A girl, around fifteen years old by the looks of her, is carrying a box. She approaches a door and rings the bell. A distressed looking man opens the door. He seems to get all the more panicked at the sight of the box. The man starts to close the door, but just as he pushes it, the girl shoves the box between the door and the doorframe, and then... It all goes so fast. The flash, the ringing in his ears, the shrapnel flying at him, the desperate gasps for air only shoveling his lungs full of thick, sickening smoke... Slowly opening his eyes, blinking, blinking adjusting to the light. Then the shining collage of red and black on the sidewalk and the concrete walls, the realisation that that collage used to be people, the people he'd just been watching. The girl he'd talked into this mess, reduced to minced meat. He did this. This is his fault. It's all his fault it's his fault it's his fault it's his fault it's his fault it's his struggling to breathe again, stumbling backwards, leave, leave, leave, leave like you left your brother to rot in the garbage, you scum. Always running away, that's what you do. Running running running. Coward. Coward. Coward. Coward. Coward. Coward. Coward. No, stop. Breathe. Breathe okay just keep breathing god you do not want to pass out here no no they'll steal your kidneys, you need those. You don't deserve them though no no. Child murderers do not get kidneys. No no. God you killed that kid that's your fault you killed her you killed her you killed her you killed her Stop. Breathe. Okay look at your hands, calm down. God. That's a lot of blood. Is it yours? No it's not it's the blood of the girl on your hands you killed her she's dead because of you you did this to her she-
[system shutdown]
* Pink passes out in the middle of a sidewalk, a large gash in his stomach from where the shrapnel hit him.
* Whoops, sorry, wrong scene.
"Hey flamingo, how's the weather up there? Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you!"
"What's up?"
"..."
"Oh.... Hi?"
"You know, I never thought I'd actually meet you in person. I'm Kamille, but you might know me as Klondike."