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[psychosomnia]

Who: PRAYER AND WHOEVER IS AWAKE!1
When: Day 98, niiighhhtt
Where: the kkkitcheny area
What:

Excuse me I lost my friend, can you help me out?

(ooc: If you haven't!!1)

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[psychosomnia]

Great~

[ yes it is heavy

just about as heavy as the dead-for-like-a-week-and-now-rotting body of your sister actually ]

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[ W H A T ]

[psychosomnia]

[ did i fucking stutter! ]

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[ turns to her and OH HEY how would you like it if he's grabbing you by the shirt now? ]

What the fuck is this!?

[psychosomnia]

. . . A reunion!

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[ oh fuck you

swinging a fist at your stupid face!! ]

[psychosomnia]

[ D8 no my stupid face! but even after he punches her she just throws her arms around him ~gettin' all close and shit~ ]

Hey, you should be glad. The pieces are all still there, maybe you can revive her . . .

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[ jerking away from her ]

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

[psychosomnia]

. . .watch where you step.

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Wha—

[ oh god his eyes go almost involuntarily to look down at the floor ]

[psychosomnia]

[ lol what floor there's only a writhing mass of wires under your feet how did you not notice them before?! ]

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[ and the anger is falling away to fear

fuck


fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

freezing up and the anger isn't GONE, but it's certainly getting overpowered ]

[psychosomnia]

I told you so . . .

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[ looking back at her, wild-eyed, tensing so hard that he's shaking slightly ]

What are you!?

[psychosomnia]

Don't ask me that.

[ you definitely wanted one of those wires to start creeping up your leg right. . . ]

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[ NO I DIDN'T staring down at those wires in horror ]

Don't make it disturbingly relevant!!

[psychosomnia]

Oh, we're not even close.

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[ muttering ]

Oh, that doesn't sound good.

[psychosomnia]

It isn't.

[ don't mind if there's more wires 'w' crawling uppp your legs ]

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[ does swatting at them help at all? ]

[psychosomnia]

[ if you want one to lash out like a snake and embed itself in your hand sure ]

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[ trying— and failing— to jerk his hand away, hissing ]

Shitshitshit, not as planned!

[psychosomnia]

I guess it's different if they start on the inside, right? But they didn't . . .

[ well it's gonna worm its way under your skin now ok, ok? sounds great ]

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[ he makes a strangled sound, like the beginnings of a scream that he chokes down, and he's muttering over and over, soomewhat frantically ]

No, no, fuck you, no—

[psychosomnia]

It's no good if it's just that one, right? I mean . . . [ some of the wires near his ankles have decided to start their own journey into his skin. ]