â  Who the fuck said that ?  Youâre great .  â
                                    â  @e34t
THEIR FACE LIGHTS UP AT THE CASUAL COMPLIMENT .  Widened eyes full of stars , a soft giggle leaves them as they squish their cheeks , smiling brightly at Paloma in glee .  â  You real- you REALLYYY th- thi- think soooo !?  Thaaanksss !  â  They did not think anyone nearby would hear their rambling about this particular personâs disrespect to them , their will in making make them feel disgusted of their own delightfully fucked up vessel .  Though there is Paloma !  They like them !  â  Ah , no worries - no worries about THAT !  â  They assure the other , furiously shaking their head as to let the question slide to the unknown .  â  I - I - I only care about the fact tha- that - that yoouuu made me - you made a ve- very , very , V-E-R-Y happy glitchie !  IIIII think you are - you are great toooo !  â  Giggling more , they take Palomaâs hand and shake it , never mind the dried blood on their revealed skin .
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    â  I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving
        you what you need, but not in the form you expect.  â
                               â  @codesheââ
â  Like... life giving me a family? You? Dad?  â  Paxtonâs innocence question falls in sweet softness to Red, born from a childhood forgotten and unfound as scattered mirror shards everywhereâ with xyr inner child forever lost in the unknown, the darkest dark, lights slaughtered.  [  It would keep weeping, hoping to be taken in open arms, though, it only grew still unwanted and unloved, wailing more then until it could finally walk and speak, clumsily, terribly.  ]  â   Since my en- my entire life, I - I - I never thought I wouldâ could have a family, but...  â  Without thinking, while Paxton has been sitting beside Red on the bed  (  on my bed, in my room   ), xe leans against her side, making xemself smaller, xyr inner child silently asking for light, light, love.   â   I really hope life had finally given you what you needed and you - you are - you are fully happy now... like me, Mom. We deserve to be happy.  â  With a small smile, Paxton clings onto xyr soft blanket and tightly embraces Red then.
    TEETH  :  sender bares teeth at receiver .  //  @hidesbodyââ
THE UNKNOWN STARES DOWN AT HIM , FINDS THE THREAT HELD BETWEEN HIS CLENCHED TEETH .  Fear , it lingers around his shaky presence and they find themself itching to remain perfectly still , make him almost believe that he is staring at an ungodly image , what is forever nameless and misunderstood when they are the itch in the brain , the extra weight on the shoulders , the ceaseless burning at the back of head .  (  Though where is the fun if horror does not know how to move like us while being of darkest memories and dead galaxies ?  How to speak in our language as God is hung all bleeding in its terrible teeth ?  )  They take a step closer to him and when a cackle leaves them in this unholy night , the world begins to pray .  "  What - what is - what is the matter ?  Cat got your tongue ?   â  The unknown bares their sharper teeth back at him and there is only red on them ; better hope it was not a human that they just consumed .
ITâS HAPPENING AGAIN AND AGAIN AND A G A I N .  They can not remember what led to this moment , but they know that they are not the entire cause of it .  [  There is blood leaving their shaken hands from the running water , a spoiled sign of life falling to the sink drain . There is an abandoned knife on the floor , beside their feet , now unsharp and unloved .  Then there is you , staring at the mirror that does not bear your face but a MONSTERâS .  ]  Their eyes are shut as they grip on the edge of the sink , their knuckles turning white with tears rolling over their cheeks .  Itâs happening again , itâs happening again , itâs happening again ; why , why , why are you repeating this line , I get it , Mori  â  Stop it , stop it , LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE  â
SOUNDS OF FOOTSTEPS OCCUR BEHIND THEM .  Quickly , they turn over to see Christine  [  @shadysiderâ  ]  standing at the doorway , her expression full of shock at the terrible appearance they bear , and their hands now grip on the roots of their hair .  Dread begins to tear across their raw throat , despair bleeds through their rushed words .   â  Zig , plea- please , let - let me - let me ex- ex- explain ,  â  Desperation holds them by the neck while the choked sounds expel from them .  Sheâs there, sheâs here , and sheâs going to leave me alone like everyone else  â  â  I - I - I canât remember why I am - I am here . . .  Why . . .  â  They gesture at the sink , the knife , themself  [  all in blood that they are too afraid to seek answers on who it belonged to  ] .  I can not remember what I did .  I am afraid of what I will do now .
â  But I know I am - I KNOW I was being controlled by an entity .  â  They try to explain to her in more pained tears , even though part of them feel like she will not believe them anyway just like everyone else .  (  But they have to try , Christine has to understand .  )  â  Someone who can make me - who can make me anyone , do anything , be in anywhere .  And tonight , I - I - I think they made me do something horrible and I . . . I hate that - I hate that I donât know WHY . . .  I donât . . .  I donât . . .  â  [  Mori , Mori , Mori , are you reading this ?  I hope you will leave this moment guilty in your dreams , in your awakening. ]  Th- they- I feel my knees buckling .  My throat becomes sore already , even though I swear I was only speaking to her in only softness , fearing how easy I can destroy the world with just a loud voice , with raging thoughts .
THOUGH EVEN WHEN I - I - I - APPEAR / SOUND HELPLESS TO HER ,  I fear she will only think that I am a liar  â  a MONSTER .  After all , who can trust me ?  [  no one , nothing , no where .   ]  Who can love me ?  [  no one , nothing , nowhere  ]  Her silence is violent , it cuts through the reality and pierces through me .  Part of me just wants to leave this place  â  leave her , so I wonât have to be left alone first .  Yet this whole time anyway , I still look at Christine , as much as I want to look at anywhere but her eyes , because she is all I have now .  [  Not anymore soon , not anymore soon . She wonât believe me , I know she wonât . She wonât believe me â  ]  â  I believe you ,  â  is all she says to them , quietly , yet with all of her heart and soul put into those three words.
I SEE MYSELF IN HER THEN ,  telling her that same line after she explained to me about the Camp Nightwing massacre â her sisterâs death , and after she told me that no one would believe her words of how Cindy died , despite everything .  I believe you was all I said , quickly , but my words were louder than the rainstorms , clearer than sea untouched by sanguine death .  Now , to be told the same with genuine emotions , I fall on my knees and the sudden sobs leave me .  I bury my face into my hands and I donât know why am I still crying so terribly . The weight in me doesnât go away while my breathing become only more heavier when I realize I am so overwhelmed of being believed in for once in a lifetime .  Without thinking , I pull Christine into a hug in terrible hope that she is real and not an illusion .
BUT REMEMBERING HOW SHE IS NOT FOND OF TOUCHES ,  I try to push myself away from her presence , profusely apologizing to her for invading her space , yet she only keeps me closer to her and my entire body aches from the reminder that I am not alone .  [  That I am never alone .  ]  I close my eyes and at last after a very long time , I can breathe better again .  â  Thank you for - thank you for believing me when no one else does, Ziggy,  â  I hear my words are now more quiet , weaker , yet I know it is still full of great gratitude for the returned promise made by my friend .
