[The walk is still long.

Marshall continues to move, his eyes blank.

Charlie looks around, both in frustration and curiosity. A chill runs down its spine. Slight ringing in the ears.

A sigh.]

(*I can tell someone's close by. Who is it now? Can you hear me?*)🪄

/ @goldeyedbiologist.bsky.social /

(*I don't like what I've seen. What I heard. What I've seen myself do.*)🐦‍⬛

(*Maybe I should stay here. Maybe it would be one less burden on everyone's shoulders.*)🐦‍⬛

. . .

(*I'm scared.*)🐦‍⬛

[A sharp gasp echoes through the halls of the home.

Marshall sits up in bed rather harshly, drenched in sweat and breathing heavy.

He turns to the nightstand, grabbing at the clock.

2:45 AM.]

(*Get up, Boy.*)🪄

[Sliding his glasses on and putting on his leg, he practically jumps out of the bed.]

Why are they fighting.

(*Who the hell taught the child we can come out at will. Count your days.*)🪄

...I had a lovely dream I had a pleasant chat with someone. They felt familiar. It felt playful and stupid. It felt...Good.

...

Why do I feel melancholic?

I still don't trust these people, but the bed is comfy. And the couch is soft. And the wine is nice. And the adults are somewhat nice. And they let me use their wheelchair whenever.

I suppose they might have good hearts.

...

I still want to leave, though. I'm not supposed to be here.

Hah... Something tells me maybe I should stop talking like *that.* For my own sake.

(*It's me. Me telling you that. Me. ME, BOY.*)🪄

💧︎♒︎◆︎⧫︎ ◆︎◻︎📪︎ ♌︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎❒︎♎︎📬︎

(*You are going to get us killed.*)🪄

Maybe that's for the best-

(*MARSHALL-*)🪄

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(*Does anyone get the feeling something interesting is about to occur? Maybe I'm just imagining things...*)🪄

I'm counting cracks in the ceiling. It's almost like counting sheep.

[He eyes the nearby liquor cabinet he has been mistakenly left alone with like a child in front of a candy bowl.]

...I want a tomato.

[There's a thud. Then another. Then another.

The guest room door opens slowly, and Marshall pokes his head out. Leaning against the wall, he tries to shuffle down the hallway...

...And hopefully out of this house.]

Someone help me he's broken worse than usual-

@brokenhusk.bsky.social Can we go to Wichael Alone. Please.

I keep hearing people in my head.

(*Me?*)🪄

No. Moderately less annoying people in my head.

Why is the bed hard and uncomfortable suddenly.

I feel sick.

(*Stupid. Worthless. Stupid. An idiot. A burden. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything. You ruin everything.*)

I hate allergy season. Why does the afterlife have to be set in spring. How awful. How dreadful.

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