*Large Wysp makes her way through tunnels, struggling to fit in small spaces. She tries her best to keep out of the way, but is clumsy an unagile, her needle rendered near useless, being the length of one of her horns. Eventually she trips, and gets herself stuck, legs pushing futilely as she is wedged pretty firmly where she is.
"̵̧̬͕͖͗̄̌̄̾̚͝W̵̞̦̞͙͇͝͝h̸̛̝̎̏̀̇̾͊y̴̹͗.̵̨̛̼͕̋͊̒̍͛̀̋.̴̥̱̪̖̠̳̼̅̎́.̷̢̥̗͍̤̹̬̦̿ ̵̡̠̞̟͖͎̯̀̀̑͂͒͗̇͘Ś̶̲̹̟ȍ̴̰͖͂̈́͛̒̊̾͆m̷̯̣̫̹͙̤̿͒͜ẽ̵̪͕̪̘͊̈͜ȏ̶͜n̷͕͓̘͎̔̇͛̿̌̊e̴̢̪̞̙̻̮̋ ̶̢̡̢̛̲̩̦̎̄͒ĥ̶̘̫̔̃̋̔̾ͅe̶̛͙̦̖͂͂̽̐͜l̷̼͇͈̜̓̈́͂̿p̸̮̲͖̑͋?̸̺͇͙̤̹̬͓́̓̾̇͠ ̶̢̨̢̬̤̮̭̍̅̀̍̑̔͒͜P̵̹̫͕̪̘͉̦͛͒l̵̼͊̏̋̋ȩ̴̱͈̓a̷̤̥͔͍͍̝̐̊͗ͅs̵̡̮̈́̒͜e̵̖̥͔̦̞̞̅͒̐̃̓͝.̶͓̣̼̅.̷̛̗̈̈́͋̌.̵̟͔̀̎̓?̴̧̘̭̲̫̤̱̫̏̆̓̀̐́̚͝
Pʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ…? I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sʟᴀʏ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ, I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴀsᴋ, I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍs. Wʜʏ ᴀᴍ I ᴇᴠᴇɴ… ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ.
I ɢᴜᴇss I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴍ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. Uɴᴘᴜʀᴇ. Nᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғɪxᴇᴅ.
*The void rolls down her mask and she makes a laughing, sobbing sound, her thoughts echoing, the world fuzzing in and out.*
I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴡᴇsᴛ, ʜᴜʜ? Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.
*She closes her eyes, hanging her head, still and quiet, and sighs.*
