[pm] Do you remember what it's like to lo
Cricket, are you in there somewhere, I can't do
[user stares at the unanswered text messages, from before she found out that Cricket was no longer Cricket. She sits, typing and retyping, then moves to look at Not-Cricket's online interactions. She knows Cricket would be angry. She knows that Cricket cared most about having control, and now there's a parasite feeding off of her friend. She knows that it's only a matter of time before death comes for her, or the parasite does, and there's no saving Cricket, there's no saving her from anything. Cricket might already be gone, because she's been preoccupied. She's lost everything, and she keeps losing, and Darcy doesn't know what to do. There's no fear, just stagnation. She's frozen in place. There's no moving forward, not in the way she wants to. She's stuck. What does she do?]
I miss you, please don't be
I'm calling an exterminator for your ass, soon.
[pm] Dear Darcy,
Why are you trying to remove my ass? Without it, I shall not be able to sit.
Concerned, Cricket.
