// i also didn't expect i'd have to get tenna a actually repaired pfp at some point because he's doomed forever to the william afton treatment

// yeah i might consider taking a break from this muse.. letting yall know from rn

oh, they're a sick person. they're the sickest person alive. is it inherent to being human? or is there something else so fundamentally broken about them, specifically?

Hands down, this is the best day I can
Ever remember

No one really cares about you if you live or die.

No one really cares about us if we live or die.

No one really cares about you if you live or die.

No one really cares about me if I live or die.

No one really cares about us if we were alive.

*he stayed quiet for a long time.. just staring at him. he already knew the answer, but was he that deprived to say it?*

…

*he ruffled his hair. before answering.*

white.

*he was. he was that deprived.*

white as snow.

any other color wouldn’t work.
no other color would hide you.
(sickening.)

This thing I feel in the depths of my chest,
I gave it the name "pain".

of course.. of course..

your hair is done.

you don’t need to dye it.. i’ve made sure it’s as it should be.
(stained stained stained stained stained)

you’ll need to do the rest on your own.. i can’t do much else.

i’m sorry.
(you should be sorry for more than that.)

The best part of you is what I created.

A rotting love you,
love you, love you!

..yes. yes.. you understand.

*he rustled his hair, you could almost feel as of he were smiling.*

it’s just what we need to do to survive.

*his tone carried something else with it now..*

this is how it must go.

*but that’s not important now, is it?*

for us to be together.
for us to be safe.

of course.

*he got closer.*

anything for you.
(i’ve done everything for you.)

*he moved his hand behind the other’s head and pulled him in.*

i'm everything they said i would be

Attention! breaking news!
The world is getting worse, and you are too.

*he wouldnt miss it for long.*

its better this way.

*he dragged his hands across his hair as he continued to cut.*

soon they won’t know it’s you.
they won’t hurt you anymore.

*it reminded him so much of him it made him choke. and still he kept going until it was done.*

you’ll be safer this way.

he wants to act like he’s better than me.

he wants to act like he’s okay.

he says he’s forgotten me, but i know better.

i know it festered inside of him for years.

until it ate him alive.

and he dragged someone with him to the deepest pits of hell.

i'm pulling at the root to tear you off me to see if i'll have something left

it’s okay. it’s all okay now.

*his tail curled over him, bringing him closer to his embrace.*

we’re going to fix everything.

i love you.

i love you so much.

You have been stripped away from yourself. Or stripped away from something that used to be you. Or stripped away from something that used to be important. At the very least, you have been stripped away from something.
It always hurts to forget at first, but then you forget the pain.

You wanna talk about dead weight? Look at you.

You’re not famous. You’re not powerful. You’re not [[a big shot]]!

You’re a man-shaped wound that never stopped festering.

A parasite.

// GET ME OUT OF HEREEEEEEE 💔💔💔 AAGHHHHH

just us.

*he held it tightly. he felt something warm touch against the surface.*

that’s all we need.

*he moved his hand to his hair, reminiscing. sickening. he took a fistful and glided the shard against it. stained stained stained

each piece was stained by his blood.*

// i close my eyes and walk off to the horizon

// it’s coming.

there is a threshold of sickness.

once you pass it, it no longer feels like sickness.

it feels like

it feels like

rotrotrotrotrotrotseepingintoyouseepingintoyourbonesintoyourbrainintoyourheartintoyoursoulwhathaveyoudonewhathaveyoudonewhathaveyoudonewhathaveyoudonetohim

shh.. it’s okay.

*he moved his hand against his cheek, just holding it there.*

you had an accident.

*he tilted his head and moved closer.*

i’m so happy you’re okay now.
*he hid it away.*

welcome back spamton. i am so happy.

you’re back. at long last..

you’re back.

I, I alone to be the
subject of your LOVE!

THIS IS LIFE
( WOW ! )

In the end, I’m never sick enough to be ‘sick’.

you make me so happy by saying these things..
(sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick)

*he held onto some remains of his screen.. and pulled.*

for you, a piece of myself.

*he brought the shard closer to his head.*

an eye for an eye.

*he placed his other hand around his neck.*

let me help you.