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“I hate you. Y'know that, right? I hate you.”
…He’s talking at a mirror.
“I- why can't y'just leave me alone?"
His shoulders shake. His paws curl into fists, claws digging into calloused palms.
"Just...just get it over with. I can't keep dealin' with- with this, 'kay?"
He stares into his reflection. It stares back.
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"Man...mental health is such a cool idea, I wish therapy was real."
"I'm goin' to kill Ms. Keen...an' then I'll kill her again.."
Tell me when you know where to find All the love we left behind It's a long way back Tell me when you know it's too late 'Cause the Devil got away And the line has gone flat - You Can Do Better, Blacklite District
Dandicus Dancifer DNI :/
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“Why am I…like this..?”
There’s Ichor dripping down his prosthetics, squeezed out from the stumps of his original legs. He wraps another bandage around the joint where metal meets flesh, but he knows it won’t hold for long.
“Why was I made like this?”
“My fuckin’ eyes-“
Trick paws roughly at his reddening eyes, blinking rapidly as his nose twitches uncontrollably.
“Why does this keep happenin’?”
Trick lets out a heavy sigh as he limps into his workshop, canisters of Ichor weighing heavy in his tired grasp. He winces as he sets them down, one by one, on his desk, his arms sore and palms bloodied. He'll have to deal with that...later. He's got more important things to attend to. Like, for example, the mass of Ichor that's been ever-so-slowly coalescing in a hastily-constructed structure somewhere between a cage and an aquarium, lethargically eating away at a television long since rendered useless by age and disuse. It burbles softly as its creator approaches, rising towards the coyote like ferrofluid to a magnet. Trick pulls open a drawer, withdrawing a dusty, moth-eaten blueprint. It's far from the condition he'd have liked it to be in, but it'll do. He takes one last look at it...and then he drops it into the aquarium, watching closely as it dissolves into the Ichor. The first step is complete. On to the next. Founders, a manual would have been helpful for this.
