#cloudy's fics

Edit: Post didn't save the final written work. I give up I'll fix it later. Sorry.

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Bloody Flower Veins

Their Bond felt empty.

It felt hollow . . .

Cold.

The beating heart on the other side of their link stopped. He didn't feel it.

Even pulling all of his senses onto it and focusing on their Soul Bond, he couldn't hear it or feel it.

There was no gentle beat.

No welcoming Lub Dub in his chest.

His second Heart had stopped beating.

.

. .

Staring at his soulless eyes, Bad felt his heart clench.

From head to toe, the blue diamond that encrusted his skin like heavenly kisses, had turned red. Like bloody thorns piercing through his skin as if encrusted in hellish wounds.

Bad called out for his other half. Called out for the other's heart. He wanted his Heart's gentle heartbeat back.

"Skeppy . . . ?"

His voice broke, weighed with so many emotions he couldn't fully comprehend. He felt thorns pin-prickle his chest, each one dig themselves into his skin, just above his veins.

The humidity in the room seemed to worsen. It felt suffocating, it felt hot.

Breathing in was a struggle, the air was hot and he could smell the spores and toxic fumes the tiny flower buds gave off.

He would have worried and panicked about it if he hadn't felt as if he were suffocating.

The painful weight on his chest moved up to his throat, gripping at his airway and sinking in. Pressing down and restricting his breathing.

Pulling in air was painful. His jaw fell open as he struggled to breath. Squeaky gasps falling out into the quiet chamber.

Hands flew to his throat, but with a pained gasp he pulled away.

His skin burned.

Sweat drenched his entire body and it stung like salt rubbed onto a wound.

He hunched in on of himself. Form quivering in pain.

He was in pain.

He was in pain and he couldn't feel his Soul Bound.

He was in pain and his other half wasn't.

Skeppy stood motionless, glinting like a pretty ruby under the shroomlight.

He was devoid of any feeling.

He no longer felt what his Soul Bound felt.

Bad coughed out a sob, white glassy eyes squinting in pain as salty tears came down, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

It's not just going to be Varian trying to solve Hugo, but also the readers. I want everyone reading to want to know who Hugo really is, but the difference is that the readers end up figuring out Hugo long before Varian does, so hopefully everyone will just be screaming at Var because the answer is right in front of him.