Buggy anon

I will explode you with my moth love beam/j/pos

I will explode you with my moth love beam/j/pos

*they stand in the distance, holding a note*

*they're still at the distance, afraid to go closer*

Para would go a bit silent, turning her head and taking a few small steps forward and one small-yet-slightly-bigger step back.

"it doesn't feel like it's okay..."

Para would look at Buggy for a moment.

*they were a bit of a mess when it came to crying, tears overflowing nonstop as they don't change the grip they had when they hugged her, just feeling happy and sad*

*they sniffled, loosening their grip to not make you feel uncomfortable*

“…don’t be sorry…you don’t need to be.”

*they stand in the distance, holding a note*

*they're still at the distance, afraid to go closer*

Para would go a bit silent, turning her head and taking a few small steps forward and one small-yet-slightly-bigger step back.

"it doesn't feel like it's okay..."

Para would look at Buggy for a moment.

*they were a bit of a mess when it came to crying, tears overflowing nonstop as they don't change the grip they had when they hugged her, just feeling happy and sad*

*they sniffled, loosening their grip to not make you feel uncomfortable*

*they stand in the distance, holding a note*

*they're still at the distance, afraid to go closer*

Para would go a bit silent, turning her head and taking a few small steps forward and one small-yet-slightly-bigger step back.

"it doesn't feel like it's okay..."

Para would look at Buggy for a moment.

*they were a bit of a mess when it came to crying, tears overflowing nonstop as they don't change the grip they had when they hugged her, just feeling happy and sad*

*they stand in the distance, holding a note*

*they're still at the distance, afraid to go closer*

Para would go a bit silent, turning her head and taking a few small steps forward and one small-yet-slightly-bigger step back.

"it doesn't feel like it's okay..."

Para would look at Buggy for a moment.

*they stand in the distance, holding a note*

*they're still at the distance, afraid to go closer*

Para would go a bit silent, turning her head and taking a few small steps forward and one small-yet-slightly-bigger step back.

"it doesn't feel like it's okay..."

*they stand in the distance, holding a note*

*they're still at the distance, afraid to go closer*

*a small moth flies to you, and after a minute, you see a small anon running towards you*

Oop- don't try to hurt Peter! He doesn't bite.. not that he can even bite hehe

Para would flinch back as the moth was brought closer.

*the moth's wings softly flutter, not flying away.*

“…I guess that’s true…”

*I brought the moth close to me*

Para would sit down as well, crossing her legs when she sat.

Ohh.. I see...

Para seemed to think for a moment.

Yay!

Para also got up, following the anon.

*they walk to buggys room, its just a minute from here.*

“I-I guess…!”

*they were about to open the door, but then remembered something*

“…alright…I’ll make sure I won’t…!”

*I look around to see if anyone was following us. The coast is clear. I let the moth hop onto my finger and brought it close to the door, in a few seconds, it suddenly opened*

Para would enter the room, still a bit nervous, but it wasn’t too overpowering.

(long ass explanation under the cut)

Although you couldn’t see their eyes due to the tinted glasses (they’re technically prescription glasses, they’re just really tinted), Para’s eyes were wide in fascination.

*we roamed around the area. I explained some butterflies that flew past us, till I stopped at a butterfly on a small leaf*

Para would look at the butterfly, very interested by the color.

It really is... Hold your finger out, I promise! Just do it!

Para was a little skeptical, but she did as she was asked to do.

*the butterfly was curious of the finger close to them, but knew what they had to do. They hopped onto the finger and fluttered their wings, not to fast to fly away but not to slow, showing that they're happy*

Para’s nervousness would vanish as the butterfly placed itself onto their finger.

*Henry fluttered their wings in a rhythm for a few seconds, showing that they're saying hi to you too*

Para turned towards the fellow anon and smiled.

*Peter and Henry were very happy with this information, Peter still afloat with the other butterflies, and Henry still enjoying your presence*

Para’s smile also vanished, concerned.

*knowing who's cry it was, I quickly got up and called out for Peter. The moth landed onto my shoulder*

Para would follow, staying a bit far behind. This feeling of confusion and anxiety was normal to her.

*I move out some thick vines to show a hidden room. The room was messy and untidy will scratches on the walls, like someone's been thrashing and crashing it for days without end. There was a bed in the middle of the room, where a sobbing anon was shown. She had scars on her legs and arms from scratching herself, and dead butterfly wings on the bed, the same butterfly wings that Henry has*

Para was dead silent. She’d just…stare in shock.

*the anon was still crying, till she had her focus on us. She opens her arms out, the chains on her wrists rustling, and I come to meet her demand. She hugged me and I hugged back, her hug becoming more harmful as she scratches my back, leaving scars of blood, I winced in pain but didn't let that stop me from hugging her.*

Para stood back, terrified. She didn’t seem to enjoy this harm, looking away as soon as the blood started to flow.

*the crying anon seems to calm down, letting go of me and falling asleep onto my shoulder. I layed her down onto the bed and tucked her back in, then got down to the messy floors to bandage my wounded and bloody back. I placed the vines back in place, closing the room. I grabbed a wraparound bandage and got back to my old self, managing to put on the same smile i had when i saw you.*

Para was silent for a few seconds, but once she realized she was being talked to she responded quietly.

*I noticed the scar on para in a quick moment, then I grew in awe and curiosity*

Para would tense up a bit for some unknown reason. She seemed flustered, confused and nervous all at the same time.

Para really didn’t know how to respond to this.

Oh, I'm sure you can! Everyone's brave in their own way! And if you have social anxiety, talking to me is a brave thing!

Para would look away and smile, interlacing her hands together behind her back.

No no no! Don't be!

“…I don’t like putting strain on my throat…it’s a bit sensitive due to…”

Oh... So cuz of that, you gotta have your voice teeeny tiny like a mouse?

“…kind of…? The thing is, I can talk like that normally, it just really hurts my throat after a while and I loose my voice…”

Oooohhh okiez-

“…may we switch the topic…?”

Once Buggy hugged them, they went totally silent.

*I heard your breathing pattern change once more, feeling a bit scared*

“please”

*as I heard the words "let go", I quickly let go of her and back up. I try to help calm her down without touching her*

Once Buggy let go, Para just sat there and breathed. Didn’t respond to the question or anything, she just stood there and took a few breaths.

Para just stood there. She didn’t seem to want to start another conversation.

If you want to leave, you can... Just leave like the others..

Para just stood there after Buggy said that. It was as if she…related? As if she was empathetic towards these words.

*tears start to fall from his eyes, silently dripping down from his chin*

Para just stood there. Upset in a way that couldn’t be explained.

And Para would just stand there.

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I'm excited to see more of this if there will be any ofc XD))