therapist-spiraling-up

All we can do is aspire for a better future.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

Good Day (or Night)

I've finally decided to make my blog open to the general public. I suppose there may be a few questions? I've cleaned everything up, and I will try to catalogue everything that happens every day. If there's a pause, it usually means I've been working on something else or needed to keep details private. My askbox is always open. Please behave. OOC Below! (Updated Nov. 1st, 2025):

Yoooo my first ask blog! I don't really expect it to go anywhere but it might be fun! Asks are open for everyone!

Tags for asks: #skinasks Tags for RPs: #skinRPs Tags for OOC/unrelated: #skinooc

General Rule of Thumb for Asks:

NSFW is allowed, but I don't tolerate actual threats toward me in my inbox! If I feel uncomfortable or unsafe, I'm probably not going to respond, and I block liberally. (I'm 22 and on the ace spectrum, so also keep that in mind!)

NSFW asks from minors are not allowed!

This is NOT a safe space for proshippers! I check bios frequently!

Other than that, have fun!

[underlying-warmth]

OOC: Any NINAH RP Blogs that are active, reblog this and I will make a list of all the active blogs so as folks know who they can rp with

OC and Canon, crossovers, any NINAH RP blogs. Let's try to make the community active again!

[therapist-spiraling-up]

(Hoping to revitalize this somewhat; I still have things yet to be finished here u-u)

[the-pale-on3]

I'm glad you're back to this blog again. I... I think I can't hold on much longer. My bones are starting to ache, and my head is pounding. I tried to sleep, but I can't. Please... is this what it feels like? I don't even feel concerned about the pain. I feel terrified, but in a way that those frightening movies I've shown you make me feel. I don't want to disappear without saying goodbye... especially not to you. -Skin Anon

I'm.. more than glad you have returned once again. I shall admit, I was.. a bit scared, for the first time.

And I do not think I like these feelings.

You will feel pain like no other. No matter what, I will be there to guide you along the way. That... is what I am here for, after all.

You will still be you. Not in the familar sense.

...

I will still hold on to you if so.

@therapist-spiraling-up

[therapist-spiraling-up]

I am here for you, even if it feels so agonizing to keep so much within. To think, it was only a while ago that we felt this way for each other! There is no reason to dislike the knowledge that you are scared for someone. I've been scared for you for the longest time. I feel my pulse all over. Please, I would love to be held. At least one more time before it's complete. @feathers-sticks-and-bones, you are welcome to help, too. All the help would be appreciated.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

"Skin Anon, what happened?"

I'm finally back to kind of catch everyone up about why I disappeared so abruptly. There's a lot to go over, and it's a bit triggering, so I'll put a lot of it under the break. [Content warnings for NINAH dev drama, online friend issues, arguments, and emotional distress] What I WILL say for those who just wonder if I'm returning, I am. It's a soft return for now, mostly to tie up loose ends and finish a fic involving Skin Anon and the Intruder. I'll clear my ask box as well, but I can't guarantee I'll stay long term, unfortunately. If anything comes up, I'll announce it here. I've had a lot of fun with Skin Anon and I don't want to retire him, but I'm not going to lie and say I'm fully back. Tl;dr for this whole post: Took a huge hiatus; I'm returning to clear my inbox and finish any unfinished plotlines, but I don't know if I'll be here afterwards. Also a fic is in the works for those wanting to see everything in fic form.

Section One: NINAH Dev Drama

I'm not going to dissect everything here, it's old news and makes me physically ill to reread what went down. When I learned what went down, I needed a break from the game and fandom once I realized Skin Anon was associated with this type of drama because he's a NINAH OC. I used to have dreams of adding him to a spin-off version of the game where he's the Homeowner, but I don't want that for him anymore. I feel horrible for the victims and innocent fans who just wanted to have fun with a cool game. Section Two: Burnout I'll fully admit, I bit off FAR more than I could chew in the background. If I recall, while I was working on this blog, I still had my main blog, several fics for other fandoms in the works, jobhunting, and other friends to talk with, and I didn't have the best time management skills to do it all at once. It quickly led to me getting burnt out with trying to make sure everything was done, and I stepped back to take a break that I assumed would only be for a week or two. This brings us to the main culprit... Section Three: Online Friend Drama Again, I'm not going to spill EVERYTHING that happened, but within four months, I went from having a decent friend group in a fandom I will not mention to almost everyone leaving due to infighting in the group and more drama. This took up a LOT of my time, and this is why my planned week or two of rest suddenly became as long as it was. The basics of it was we had someone who was beyond toxic to everyone, tried to emotionally isolate one of the most sensitive members, guilttripped anyone who dared call them out, and gave severe threats when their guilttripping didn't work. Their behavior was so out-of-hand, there was some new huge drama or argument happening on average twice a day. This led to several big arguments which slowly whittled people out of the group until they were kicked out for illegal activity and making everyone uncomfortable being online when they were. By then, the toxicity whittled at everyone until it finally collapsed the group about two months later. I've been an emotional wreck over this issue, and it really stung to know so many people I considered as friends had to leave on their own terms or weren't who they said they were. I've been slowly trying to recover, but it isn't easy. I still have friends from the group, but it's obvious they won't talk to each other anymore. That's most of everything! If you want to scroll up to see what's becoming of this blog, you can do so now!

[therapist-spiraling-up]

[A triple knock on the door and quiet, laboured breaths signalled the arrival of a familiar Visitor at the Therapist’s door. Her wavy black hair was frizzy and messy, her chest heaved with every word, her beautiful blue eyes were wide as she tried to compose herself. She managed to pull together a false, toothy smile as she delivered the news as calmly as she could manage]

Hi… I… my partner is missing. They have been gone for a few days now, I need help finding them…can you get… Him? I… found a spot with their scent… too faint for me to track it myself… he’s better at tracking… than I am… you should come too…

[She leaned forward, hands on her knees as she caught her breath, her face twisted with a poorly masked worry.]

-@feathers-sticks-and-bones

Luckily, the Psychoanalyst was the first to get to the door. He opened for her, looking distraught at the news. The way his eyes widened, the look in them... he went to go fetch @the-pale-on3 right away! I'll be back very soon, don't worry! Hopefully, he'll be understanding. The home's host ran to the basement, looking for his lovely sweetheart!

Sweetie! Please, you have to help us! Our friend has gone missing, and we need to find them before the worst happens!

[therapist-spiraling-up]

start digging in yo butt twin

No. Just... no.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

Pardon the intrusion, Therapist, but how has your path been on becoming us? Any aches in your head? Pain in the joints? Back problems?

• 🪳👁️‍🗨️

I've definitely noticed a gradual path I've not been deviating from since I've accepted what will happen. I can't say why it's been so slow, but perhaps my body is more scared to change than my mind is, if that makes sense? It knows something is very wrong, but I'm not doing anything to stop it. Pink has said something about trying to hold out until they, my sweetheart, and I have time to come together and fully allow the sequence to happen. In the meantime, I've come to enjoy what I used to cook and eat less and less, even when I power through what tastes bland and "off". My dear's cooking, meanwhile, is getting a lot better, and it pierces this strange aversion. I also struggle with sleep, and for what little time I am asleep, my dreams are vivid and feel realistic despite the content. My most recent was one I shared with my sweetheart over a week ago, and I fear, eventually, I won't sleep or dream at all. Sometimes, after sleeping, I do feel some traces of a headache around my eyes, but it fades after some time. My joints are remarkably fine for my age, and I only get backaches when at my desk for too long, as usual. But, the strangest signs, in my opinion, is the stress I sometimes feel when the basement isn't as full. It's especially bad when there's no one with me, and I'm entirely alone for a few short moments. I've kept it under control; I don't want to scare the others. The relief when I know my friends and darling are safe is wonderful, though! I'd not want any of them to be hurt by the outside world! Those are the main abnormalities I've noticed, but nothing else. Of course, I can't reveal everything... I'm content with waiting for Pink and my dear to watch this unfold, even if the progression isn't as fast as I anticipated.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

Hey!.. I know we only talked once, but you've been kind enough to help me out when I was feeling low.. despite some things. Still, thank you for that. And.. Merry Christmas?.. I know I'm very late to this. It could be the equivalent of wishing you a nice day, if you'd like. I guess I just wanted to say thanks.. and, I might consider your words.. despite being a bit much to take in

- 🧀 Cheese Anon

//ooc guess who's back 😈

Not me struggling to come up with stuff btw

Nuh uh

Good to see you return again! I'm delighted to know you've come to wish me a (late) Christmas, and I'd like to wish you one, too! It's entirely understandable to be nervous when thinking of a new idea, so I don't recommend jumping into it right away. My sweetheart is wonderful, and there are many other Visitors here with me if you want to slowly get used to the idea of befriending them. Please, do mind that it's still dangerous to travel outside, though.

[feathers-sticks-and-bones]

I’m not answering thissssss…… find out my mental sssssstate the hard way…… kids these dayssssss……

[therapist-spiraling-up]

Reblogging this as a professional psychoanalyst! While I have studied with this quiz in the past, I don't recommend to use these types of tools as a diagnostic for those you aren't sure about, anon. There are far less invasive ways to understand what parts of someone may need assistance or acceptance of, depending on the severity of the condition. (Remember the four "D's": Deviance, Distress, Dysfunction, and Danger. These should be self-explanatory, but if you're confused, there are resources out there to better explain this!) Also, have you attempted to read this blog? There's already more than enough information here to make several educated guesses about whatever you hope to look for!

[therapist-spiraling-up]

Happy New Year's Day!

I would like to apologize to those hoping I would make a Christmas post. I've been working hard on a gift for the people who read this blog, and to those who have come to ask me questions through thick and thin. I hope to finish it very soon, at least before Pink and my dear sweetheart witness my transformation. I have no set due date, as my condition could vary as the date comes closer. Now that many of the festivities are over, I do hope this next year will at least prove fruitful and greater than this one to my friends @carrying-coins, @feathers-sticks-and-bones, @cheese-tape, @theominousguest, and, especially, to my wonderful, darling, dear @the-pale-on3. Cheers to all! OOC///

Wow I did NOT expect this blog to get that much attention but I'm GLAD IT DID! THANK YOU ALL FOR STICKING AROUND! I swear I'll be picking up the upload schedule now that the holidays are mostly over, hopefully there won't be long periods of seemingly no activity happening anymore

As a gift, Pink Anon and I have found a voiceclaim for the dear Therapist/Psychoanalyst! Take a good listen!

[feathers-sticks-and-bones]

- Damn ! Sick cosplay, my friend ! Who are you supposed to be ?

*A very stupid young woman admire your face/mask/beak... Thing, trying to see the human face behind. She is fortunatly for her clearly a visitor, with red eyes, bleeding nails and rashed hands. She wears a red headphone blasting new wave music, and thus speaks a bit loudly.*

- Never saw you there, or did I ? Who is it inside ? Whao, it is so amazing ! How are you so tall ? A hidden prosthetic ? Ah, you might be scarier than the pale man like this !

- 🪼

[The Visitor’s pink eyes narrowed with irritation as they were gawked at like some sort of Halloween decoration. This woman clearly wasn’t human, she reeked of Visitor smell even from a distance, but that wouldn’t keep them from threatening her if need be.]

It isn’t a cossssstume…… I’m wearing thissssss because I’m ugly…… so you don’t look at me……

[Their tone doesn’t hide their annoyance, as they took a step away, hoping she would get their message… DO NOT LOOK.]

[tie-girl-lucie]

*Aw, poor thing ! It was so shy...*

- Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I think you look very cool. And not ugly at all !

*Do they have pink eyes ? Oh sweet !*

- I'd trade my red eyes for pink in a blink. It would go well with the purple of my skin, don't you think ?

*Trying to be polite, Lucie crosses her arms behind her back and make her absolute best effort to look away. It's been a long time since she went outside. She took in every little detail of nature she could, before being stuck in the attic some more.*

- Do you hide in the night because you dont want to be seen ? Or is the sun too much even for you ?

[therapist-spiraling-up]

It seems the Psychoanalyst, having the urge to spend time with Pink, didn't exactly approve of this self-destructive language. Please, don't dress yourself down like this. You aren't ugly, and to believe something like that isn't good for your mental health. Perhaps, instead of using such a label, you could say that you aren't comfortable showing your form to this person at this time? Even if the sudden advice seemed out of nowhere, it's clear he had good intent behind it. Besides, even if he would become a Visitor soon, that didn't mean he had to brace himself for a less than ideal appearance!

[the-pale-on3]

//OOC I JUST HAVE BEEN INFORMED SOMEONE WROTE PALE VISITOR X SKIN ANON FANFIC?!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!?!? ITS ANONYMOUS I DON'T KNOW WHO WROTE IT BUT THE OWNER OF SKIN ANON SHOWED ME Holy shit HOLY SHIT

ITS HERE ON AO3 GO SUPPORT THEM!!!

I still am so surprised a lot is aware of me and skin anon's lore it makes me and Gera @awfullygerakobittsu so happy.. and to think this all started because he was a frequent labeled anon🥹

[therapist-spiraling-up]

OOC/// Skin Anon's owner here! I'm so glad that this fic exists, and I'm grateful someone sat down and wrote this fic when I've been struggling with irl issues personally. It's brought me a tear to my eye to even see this ship being acknowledged at all THANK YOU AUTHOR ANON

[therapist-spiraling-up]

can you throw it back oiled up in dare to dream lace strappy triangle lingerie in the colour jet black by victoria’s secret for scientific research thanks

Erm... I don't think I'll be honoring your request. But I have a feeling I know who it is that's asking me this question. I may have to ask my sweetheart to come with me and do a mental wellness check-up on you if this is normalized.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

<with the man’s help they drag they hefty visitor back to his residence- it’s a relatively slow and grueling process, but they make it there eventually.>

—🪙

@feathers-sticks-and-bones

(Ooc// splitting off from the main thread so pax & the homeowner can continue their side of the to without things getting cluttered!)

OOC/// All good! The bloodflow had been somewhat staunched, and as the night dragged on, he hurried with his close friend in his arms. He couldn't know if they would be okay, or even if this would be fatal. It took almost all of the bandages just to stop a good amount of the blood, too. All he could hope for was getting them to Pearl. "We're almost to the basement. You'll be okay, I promise. I won't let go. Not for you."

[feathers-sticks-and-bones]

[The Visitor, while they weren’t bleeding much anymore, seemed to be steadily getting worse in their state, their eyes occasionally staring off, their breathing hitching, their attempts at movement rarer. By the time they’d gotten back to the Therapist’s home, Pearl had returned, presumably having been let in by Guest or the Intruder.]

You’re back! I-

[Her smile fell at the sight of her partner, covered in blood and half dead, instead replaced with a steeled expression]

Gunshot wound. It happens. Leave them in the bathroom, I’ll be back.

[She dashed out of the front door with superhuman speed, off to get… something. Pink had little reaction, only vaguely nodded in response with the little muscle that remained.]

@carrying-coins

[theominousguest]

|| late, ignore that, can I help 🙃

• Guest was pacing, scratching at his vest anxiously. Nerves shot from fear.

“What…happened? Fuck..”

He had his own med kit, generously given by them, but he had never treated bullet wounds! Maybe the Therapists had some manuals on how to fix it. God, Guest hoped he did.

[carrying-coins]

<they watch uncertainly from a distance, as Pearl, Guest, and the Therapist crowd around pink. Really there’s nothing they can do in order to help them, so they simply watch quietly. They watch Pearl leave, contemplating following her outside, and walking back to the homeowners house from there. Likely a poor idea. The homeowner probably won’t be all that keen to have them back, though he doesn’t know they aided in Pink’s escape- he’d been pulled up to the basement before he could see it happen. The sun would be up soon anyways… only enough time for a trip to the hermit’s home. If they’re denied entry they won’t have time to get back to the Therapist’s home. They sigh, sinking to the floor near Pink’s resting place in the basement.>

<in addition to their uncertainty over going back to the hermit’s house, his entire body aches. Pink had leaned on his injured shoulder, but he hadn’t pushed them off previously- it hurt, sure, but if he didn’t help carry pink along, chances were that they’d die.>

<they sigh, exhausted and aching, wanting desperately to leave to find their missing bag or go back to the homeowner’s place or… anything. To do anything at all. They couldn’t even sleep- They’d tried the prior night, and managed with some difficulty, only able to drift off thanks to Bee, and they figured it wouldn’t be possible to reach rest tonight without the comforting presence of anything or anyone familiar. No Bee, no bag, no chance at sleep. It’s as simple as that. The most they can do to soothe their restlessness is bite their lips, and sit anxiously in the corner.>

// holy fucking yap alert sorry gang.. anyways I think it’s @therapist-spiraling-up’s turn to go next?

[therapist-spiraling-up]

He nodded at Pearl's words, though knew if she didn't get back very soon, she might be incinerated. His whole body hurt, but he had to power through. He looked for @the-pale-on3, wondering if he'd be here to help. Besides, he had something to fulfill if Pink wouldn't last much longer. I'm sorry... I... I'm still here. Guest, I've patched them up, but we'll need to keep a close eye. Pearl will be back soon. A resounding feeling of leadership came over the therapist. Even when things seemed grim, he couldn't abandon the Visitor who saw him for what he'll be!

Besides... I've been selfish. I should've let myself transform before you got hurt. If you make it through this... I'll go ahead with whatever has to happen. You didn't deserve this to happen to you.

[feathers-sticks-and-bones]

[The Visitor looked around at the people surrounding them… all the friends they’ve managed to make while being on a mission to kill and little more… their body felt heavy and the world distant… for the moment, they shut their eyes, and reached out their mind, hoping She would hear their words]

Lady Death, I ask you not to take me now…… they will not know the truth, but I…… they can’t watch me fall, and think they failed me…… I will return to you soon, but allow me another day…

[They heard no response, but as they opened their eyes again, their partner had returned, a body slung over her shoulder, which she set down in front of Pink, sitting on her knees in front of them.]

I’m back! They’ll be okay, everyone.

[It took a significant amount of energy for them to pull free a piece of meat, more to chew it… but even with that little bite, something interesting happened… the raw site of the wound immediately scabbed over, as if their body had replaced their missing flesh with their prey’s. The next bite came easier, as they cut off a bigger piece, their muscle starting to reconstruct itself with stolen material, though it would be a while before they could speak again, it seems]

@therapist-spiraling-up @carrying-coins @the-pale-on3 @theominousguest

[theominousguest]

• Seeing the pink one start to recover makes Guest sigh in relief. It’s clear in his eyes that he’s curious about their healing abilities, but he doesn’t ask. Not this time.

“What is…what happened?”

He’s just worried and confused, looking between the Therapist, the Coin Collector, before finally locking his eyes with Pink’s.

“Please, what happened out there? How did this happen?”

[carrying-coins]

<they rise from their seat on the floor unsteadily with a huff, to approach the rest of the guests, and the homeowner who are all still crowded around Pink.>

I’ll tell you what happened! Pink attacked the fuckin’ homeowner an’ got themself shot! Stupid ass call if you ask me. An’ then Mr. therapist here and I had to drag their bleedin’ ass home.

<Theres a weighted sharpness to their tone. Clearly they’re at least mildly frustrated.>

@therapist-spiraling-up @feathers-sticks-and-bones

[spiraling-thoughts-and-hope]

//I was doubting wether I should pitch in or not so uhhh yea

“Wh-what’s going on..? I hear noises..”

(she looks around panicked before her eyes landed on pink and the wound)

“..ah! Oh god.. Ok ok ok ok ok… uhm.. hold on! I can help..! Just.. argh..”

(she once treated bullet wounds before, but to do it NOW? She didn’t have proper supplies or anything! She quickly grabbed a small cloth from her belt bag and dabbed it with water to clean off the wound)

“shoot… I’m not even gonna ask.. medical school experience don’t fail me now.. wait- how.. how can I help..?”

@therapist-spiraling-up @feathers-sticks-and-bones @carrying-coins

[carrying-coins]

<they wave one hand dismissively>

they’re pretty much fine now. Pearl fed ‘em, so they’re not bleedin’ or anything anymore… you don’t need to help I don’t think. I dunno ask Pearl.

<they huff lowly, going back to their corner and sitting down again.>

@therapist-spiraling-up @feathers-sticks-and-bones @theominousguest

[theominousguest]

“Hey,” Guest quickly grows irritated at their…rudeness? Apathy towards Pink’s condition? Whatever they were mad about.

“I get that you’re upset about something, Coin Collector, but they’re hurt. They must have some type of reason for attacking the hermit…usually no visitor would dare attack him so openly.”

No visitor except what, the pale one? It was by far one of the stupidest idea they could’ve had…unless it wasn’t on their own accord. Why did they do it? Why?

[carrying-coins]

I’ve got a name… and of course I’m upset. How the hell am I s’pposed to go back when I helped the hermits attacker? He’s not gonna let me back in. Everyone I know- it’s- fuck! <they sigh loudly through their nose.>

It was stupid on Pink’s part! I’m not wrong! An’ of course I don’t want them hurt- if I did I wouldn’t have dragged their ass back here… but it- they- it was a dumb fuckin’ idea!

<they sigh wearily, looking around at the people in the room. Of course they care about Pink, but their little stunt could very well mean Artie wouldn’t be able to return to the hermit’s house. A vast majority of the people they care about reside there. Really, it was stupid to get too close to anyone during the equivalent of the apocalypse anyways. They rub their bruised face with one hand, sighing wearily. They need to be quieter about their frustration- they’re practically surrounded by visitors- ones who clearly care about pink. If the group around them get the wrong idea, chances are that they’re no better off than a sheep surrounded by a pack of wolves.>

[therapist-spiraling-up]

Please, let's calm ourselves, if not for Pink, then for maintaining the peace in this home. He himself felt upset at the arguing, let alone letting someone in he for sure hasn't gotten to introduce himself to! What a horrible way to greet a guest! Oh, if only his sweetheart was here... but he had to think of something else for now. Anything else. The therapist watched in awe, his friend seeming to mend themselves by just eating flesh. It was something he didn't think about much... if he became a Visitor, how would he go through with killing humans? Sure, he's strong enough, he knows how to use weapons... but the idea made him deeply upset. He's fought so long to help humans achieve peace and wellbeing, and soon, he'll be ending the very lives he swore to help up. So many people, all with their own complex lives and stories... murdered. No, this was a bad train of thought, too... Artie, you may stay here for as long as you need. It's too dangerous to wander out there and cross your fingers. If that hermit comes here to settle anything, it'll be me who deals with them, whoever they are. He almost grimaced at the idea of dealing with an armed gunman at his door, but he had to keep his friends safe, even if it meant putting himself at risk. Once the dawn starts to break, we'll all hide in the basement. All I ask is for you to please, please be patient with the other guests. Times are tough, but tearing each other apart isn't the answer. His focus went back to Pink... the Visitor who'd help him stay true to his word.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

<with the man’s help they drag they hefty visitor back to his residence- it’s a relatively slow and grueling process, but they make it there eventually.>

—🪙

@feathers-sticks-and-bones

(Ooc// splitting off from the main thread so pax & the homeowner can continue their side of the to without things getting cluttered!)

OOC/// All good! The bloodflow had been somewhat staunched, and as the night dragged on, he hurried with his close friend in his arms. He couldn't know if they would be okay, or even if this would be fatal. It took almost all of the bandages just to stop a good amount of the blood, too. All he could hope for was getting them to Pearl. "We're almost to the basement. You'll be okay, I promise. I won't let go. Not for you."

[feathers-sticks-and-bones]

[The Visitor, while they weren’t bleeding much anymore, seemed to be steadily getting worse in their state, their eyes occasionally staring off, their breathing hitching, their attempts at movement rarer. By the time they’d gotten back to the Therapist’s home, Pearl had returned, presumably having been let in by Guest or the Intruder.]

You’re back! I-

[Her smile fell at the sight of her partner, covered in blood and half dead, instead replaced with a steeled expression]

Gunshot wound. It happens. Leave them in the bathroom, I’ll be back.

[She dashed out of the front door with superhuman speed, off to get… something. Pink had little reaction, only vaguely nodded in response with the little muscle that remained.]

@carrying-coins

[theominousguest]

|| late, ignore that, can I help 🙃

• Guest was pacing, scratching at his vest anxiously. Nerves shot from fear.

“What…happened? Fuck..”

He had his own med kit, generously given by them, but he had never treated bullet wounds! Maybe the Therapists had some manuals on how to fix it. God, Guest hoped he did.

[carrying-coins]

<they watch uncertainly from a distance, as Pearl, Guest, and the Therapist crowd around pink. Really there’s nothing they can do in order to help them, so they simply watch quietly. They watch Pearl leave, contemplating following her outside, and walking back to the homeowners house from there. Likely a poor idea. The homeowner probably won’t be all that keen to have them back, though he doesn’t know they aided in Pink’s escape- he’d been pulled up to the basement before he could see it happen. The sun would be up soon anyways… only enough time for a trip to the hermit’s home. If they’re denied entry they won’t have time to get back to the Therapist’s home. They sigh, sinking to the floor near Pink’s resting place in the basement.>

<in addition to their uncertainty over going back to the hermit’s house, his entire body aches. Pink had leaned on his injured shoulder, but he hadn’t pushed them off previously- it hurt, sure, but if he didn’t help carry pink along, chances were that they’d die.>

<they sigh, exhausted and aching, wanting desperately to leave to find their missing bag or go back to the homeowner’s place or… anything. To do anything at all. They couldn’t even sleep- They’d tried the prior night, and managed with some difficulty, only able to drift off thanks to Bee, and they figured it wouldn’t be possible to reach rest tonight without the comforting presence of anything or anyone familiar. No Bee, no bag, no chance at sleep. It’s as simple as that. The most they can do to soothe their restlessness is bite their lips, and sit anxiously in the corner.>

// holy fucking yap alert sorry gang.. anyways I think it’s @therapist-spiraling-up’s turn to go next?

[therapist-spiraling-up]

He nodded at Pearl's words, though knew if she didn't get back very soon, she might be incinerated. His whole body hurt, but he had to power through. He looked for @the-pale-on3, wondering if he'd be here to help. Besides, he had something to fulfill if Pink wouldn't last much longer. I'm sorry... I... I'm still here. Guest, I've patched them up, but we'll need to keep a close eye. Pearl will be back soon. A resounding feeling of leadership came over the therapist. Even when things seemed grim, he couldn't abandon the Visitor who saw him for what he'll be!

Besides... I've been selfish. I should've let myself transform before you got hurt. If you make it through this... I'll go ahead with whatever has to happen. You didn't deserve this to happen to you.

[therapist-spiraling-up]

<with the man’s help they drag they hefty visitor back to his residence- it’s a relatively slow and grueling process, but they make it there eventually.>

—🪙

@feathers-sticks-and-bones

(Ooc// splitting off from the main thread so pax & the homeowner can continue their side of the to without things getting cluttered!)

OOC/// All good! The bloodflow had been somewhat staunched, and as the night dragged on, he hurried with his close friend in his arms. He couldn't know if they would be okay, or even if this would be fatal. It took almost all of the bandages just to stop a good amount of the blood, too. All he could hope for was getting them to Pearl. "We're almost to the basement. You'll be okay, I promise. I won't let go. Not for you."

[therapist-spiraling-up]

<there’s a frantic knock at the therapists door- upon looking into the peephole, he’s greeted by the sight of the person who’d given him a coin a few nights ago. They seem slightly frenzied, pale in the face, hair slightly mussed up.>

-🪙 ( @carrying-coins)

He seemed shocked to hear the once nervous Coin Carrier pounding at his door, as if they'd been chased. He answered right away. There was a pit forming in his stomach... Pink hasn't come back yet.

Good to see you again! Is something wrong? Please, tell me everything you're comfortable sharing. I'm here to help!

[carrying-coins]

Pink- they got shot at …the- his… at the- his house… fuck, I’m sorry I can’t think straight. Pink got shot and they’re at that hermit guy’s house still. I couldn’t move ‘em alone, but th- hermit isn’t- they’re fuck… I need you t’ come with me so we can pick them up an’ bring them back here.

<despite their incoherent rambling, the point gets across more or less.>

(Ooc// and then they frolic their happy way to the hermits house guys trust 😍)

[therapist-spiraling-up]

His eyes widen in shock and horror as he heard the news. He still hasn't gotten the chance to meet this "hermit", but whoever he is, he seemed like another scared human... something he unfortunately had to deal with. He wasted no time letting the acquaintance inside. I'll let my dear know right away. I'll get the supply kit, too. I won't be long!