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“What’s it like to not know who you are on a visceral level? Also do you smell fire? I think something’s on fire. Everyone today has been saying they know you, isn’t that crazy? Anyway you look super fucked up”
- me trip sitting you
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“What’s it like to not know who you are on a visceral level? Also do you smell fire? I think something’s on fire. Everyone today has been saying they know you, isn’t that crazy? Anyway you look super fucked up”
- me trip sitting you
We need someone to teach Chat GPT to go "nightmare, nightmare, nightmare" when it detects someone is using as a trip sitter.
Falling Down the K-Hole
Author: Deathinasmalltown
Rating/Warning: Explicit
Chapter Count: 1/1
Description:
What happens when Chrissy gets her chance at that ketamine?
A silly and semi-plotless AU one shot that explores #thosehaters obsession with making Eddie out to be a bad guy (and feign moral superiority) when it comes to corrupting Chrissy Cunningham with sex, drugs, and a little rock ‘n’ roll.
Tags: Alternate Universe- no vecna, fluff, smut, consensual infidelity, trip sitting, hurt/comfort, lil angsty, Eddie is a sweetheart, idiots in love, Chrissy POV, one-shot, status: Completed
tip for trip sitters : bring lollipops or hard candy with you. theyre great for noisy trippers
Tripsitting with 'God' While we were cleaning up today, I made friends with a person looking for a spare needle to repair his rig; I gave him some new kits I had stashed in my pack for just such an occasion. He told me he had just been assaulted by police and kicked out of his home. I asked him if he wanted me to clean any of his wounds (he had some minor cuts on his hands and face) but he declined. As he sat down to prepare his hit, he told me that there was some bad smack going around, and that his friend had just OD'd on half. The little syringe made no pause when I asked how much he was injecting right now; he swiftly replied "half". It seemed to hit him pretty hard, and what he told me made me worried, so we decided to stick around to keep an eye on his breathing. He went through a full spectrum of emotions, crying out in joy-terror when asked how he was feeling. He eventually passed out, and we sat over him for 2 hours before departing. I made the mistake of asking his name after the hit; of course he replied "God".
Everyone's tripping but me so why not break out the wine and watch.