#phantom prison

[stp-minimum-cage]

Spectre approches Cage, her expression twisted in an odd smile.

"...Cage."

"I'm sorry."

ohmygod-

Again, Cage tackles Spectre in a hug. She doesn’t seem angry at all, just worried.

…She got to you again, didn’t she? Don’t apologize, wasn’t your fault.

[stp-minimum-cage]

"Hi Cage!"

Spectre calls out to you, her voice higher and faster than usual.

"It's been a while since we laste talked, how have you been?"

Many new scars have appeared across her body.

The corpse runs at Spectre as if to tackle her, but gently hugs her instead.

Specky- I heard what happened- are you okay-

[stp-minimum-cage]

"Cage? Are you alright?"

The spectre asks, voice soft.

She’s sitting on a table by the break room. The corpse is nowhere to be seen.

they didn’t lie this time.

hi

A tired smile flickers across her face.

[stp-minimum-cage]

A voice is calling for you.

"CAGE? CAGE!"

If Spectre were to enter the meat kitchen, she’d see a decapitated corpse sitting against the wall. A slightly singed head is on the floor nearby, staring blankly at the tiles.

There’s a note in the corpse’s hand. It’s hastily written, but the contents are legible.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you again. Please understand. I care about you so much. I was scared. You don’t deserve to see this.”

[stp-minimum-cage]

"Hiya, Cage."

"...Why's your head back off?"

The corpse shuffles over and tries to wrap its arms around Spectre. It’s a bit hard due to the whole incorporeal thing. And because it’s shaking like it’s going to have a breakdown. But it’s fine. She’s fine.

It keeps trying and failing to hug her.

[stp-minimum-cage]

The spectre sees Cage on her drink fridge.

"There you are! Are you feeling okay...?"

i- i dont know what happened- one second i was with you, and then-

Suffocation.

i couldnt-

Darkness.

dont know why-

Asphyxiation.

[stp-minimum-wage-spectre]

Cage back

"Where."

[stp-minimum-wage-spectre]

Do you think even if you wanted to, that anyone liked you enough or trusted you enough to let you possess them? You’re not leaving here like that, you have ruined your chance

"Cage might. But I wouldn't dare to make her go through that."

A sharp chill spreads across his body. It starts in our his chest, a freezing numbness flowing out from his heart, all the way down our his limbs, our his mind growing cloudy and confused as it settles over his very soul. The numbness gives way to a stabbing pain, our his muscles twitching and convulsing violently, each involuntary movement causing more waves of agony to ripple across our his body.

How dare I be so selfish as to cause someone so much pain over something as volatile as my freedom? And in the end, it was all for nothing. Not that I deserve anything better. This is what I deserve this is what I deserve this is what I deserve this is what I deserve I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry.