Well, it's too late. HE'S behind you anyways.
“GAH--HE’S WHAT??”
Whitty turned around, genuinely believing the words and reacting...well...
“L-LISTEN, Y-YA LEMON F-FREAK--IF YA EVEN THINK O’ GETTIN’ CLOSE T’ ME, I--”
...Wait, huh? What was he--
[M!A: Guilt - 15/15 - M!A OVER.]
--The feeling of intense guilt seemed to leave the bomb’s body...finally. He blinked a few times, wiping tears out of his eyes inly to realize no one was there. He was still shaken up, thoughts swirling around in his mind.
“I--I-It’s Ok...! H-HE’s nOt hErE...UpdYkE wIll stOp sEndIn’ hIm AftEr mE...h-hE Isn’t hErE t’ hUrt mE AnYmOrE...!”
...What did he mean by that...?












