🌀 (i WILL MURDER THEM)
Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up - hoNESTLY ACCEPTING
He had messed up, he had messed up so badly. He wasn’t sure what he had done, he did every tiny thing World asked of him no matter how much it hurt or scared him, but it seemed something had gone wrong. He had said something wrong and he couldn’t remember what.
Thin bruised hands shook as they fluttered over his cracked, dislocated jaw, lips tightly clamped shut but still freeing a long, hysterical whine racked with sobs. Mr. Wood’s slashes across his face burned as tears trickled into them, worsening Apple’s building panic attack. Finger nails piercing into his skin as his jaw was gripped...
You’re just chatter, kid. You’re a constant din. No, no, calm down. Calm down, shhh. This is just to remind you to be more careful about what you chatter about. Won’t take a minute, shhh.
No more talking now. Not for a long time.
Gingerly Apple touched his face and a muffled howl sounded through the street. Legs uselessly thrashed as if to try and climb away from the pain. He wanted his brothers. He wanted Media. He wanted-
The whimsical Technical Boy violently flinched when he heard someone approaching, snapping out of his hysteria and mental pleas to raise his arms up in defense.
Only to drop them again.
He shielded his mouth with one hand, hiding away when his attempt to smile sent blinding pain through his entire head, and used the other to pitifully wave to Sweeney.