tumor fred.

Tttrrhhsppshhrrkk .

Are you alright? Do you need anything? ...Eh, here, take this.

[Tumor obtains one [1] fleece blanket.]

I hope you like it.

Farewell. -👁

No matter how much his body was changing, he wouldn't let the fleece blanket escape from his 'shoulders'. It was nice. He was becoming less used to receiving anything from people lately.

The interaction went too quick for him to properly thank the person.

??? Hhmrm...

He's... hesitant, but. Art is... y'know, he's an artist. Why not. A small little escape, maybe. If that's possible.

Upon getting a canvas, he, uh... he can't say he underestimated how difficult it would be, actually. If anything, he overestimated it. With trembling, jerking fingers, he first attempts to draw something cohesive. Maybe, with the colors he has, somewhere indoors? A flower with purples and reds?

...

...okay, this isn't working. Too shaky. Constantly twitching, getting sucked back in, a few hands even melted mid-stroke into the canvas and left a splotch of color he didn't mean to put there.

He squinted at the canvas for a little.

Hm... new plan. Something more abstract. Maybe stick to the flower-ish theme with the shapes...?

For a tower of dripping pain, he seemed pretty focused, once he got in the groove of things.

[Tumor Fred gets 1x Helping of Pasta!]

...huh... do people just... think he's starving? It's not like he exactly needs energy to... 'keep going'. Or maybe one of these'll end up poisoned?

Hnm... hh... mmrnm...

...?

Assuming you were trying to offer it to him, he managed to get his paint to latch onto the taco. And. Shhhwwwoop. That taco is gone, with weirdly minimal effort. Maybe he had a weird little jerk from his body acting up and forced it out of your hands. Yum?

Isn't the pain enough why we gotta have anxiety too 🥺🥺🥺

Obviously not your fault but cmon what did you do to deserve this 🥺🥺🥺

...has he ever taken those? He... vaguely remembers taking some from that bottle, but he's pretty sure it's because he merely mistook it for more painkillers...

Nnn... nbhh...

Assumedly, the anxiety medication was for... the original Frederic. It only made sense.

[Marshmallow!]

Hrm

[Tumor Fred gets 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓮𝓼]

...hnn...

He remembered heartache.

An intense heartache. At the very depths of his soul, his veins, his flesh.

How his paintings weren't working, how disastrous they became. How disastrous HE became.

Not anger, not specifically. It was hard to articulate the kind of... agony. One would experience. To loose the meaning, derail the very thing you passioned for...

:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

...?

Someone runs into the bathroom, holding another few containers of painkillers.

I simply don't know how- things just- there was this- life got- I don't-

Breathe.

Okay. No. I'm sorry. I'm back. Hi. Painkillers.

[Acquired an Armful of Painkillers!]

And I got you a bubble wand.

[Acquired a Bubble Wand!]

... and.

Don't lose your nerve.

...

[Acquired a Hug! :)]

Whoah. Tumor got quite startled by that. But... but he recognized this person, he thought. Yeah. He recognized her...!

He... kinda forgot about those times, to be honest... he ran out of painkillers awhile ago. Probably lost a good amount of his focus. Which, thank you for the supply.

Okay. Bubble wand. Forgot about that too. He'd have to lea...

...ack

Thhh...??

...thhhanks.

( For you my Mushy fellow. )

[ Plonk. ]

[ a singular Klondike bar. ]

- @a-veryreal-princess

...hmmmmm...

You don't have to answer this if it makes you uncomfy, I realize this is a very weird topic. So like, you know how you want to be mercy-killed by Sam? Why didn't... you get one of the other Freds to do it? At least some of 'em are legitimately trying to kill the others so you would think they would be happy to oblige...

Hhrnnh...

Even if he doesn't eavesdrop too often, he... doesn't think they want to go through the room with all the paintings for it. Most of them, at least. He doesn't blame them. Seeing your own painting would be a little weird.

...then again. MOST of them. There IS someone in that room. And it's the most murderous one out of all of them. It's not like the bathroom door is locked, he's free to enter if he's not too disgusted by the paintings. So why won't he.

...

Blap :P

It's an uncomfortable feeling. Burning, peeling off his skin - both figuratively and literally, as his paint stuck to the toy afterwards - it stung. But it seemed as an innocent action. Sigh.

:3

???!?!! Hgrrjk?????

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