How fucking scary would it be to be a temporary tattoo???
You live most of your life, waiting for use. You make friends with those who wait with you.
Until one day, they take you away, some kid or teenager decides they like the way you look, it feels…
Nice.
Your placed onto the skin of your selector and you fuse to them, it hurts, but it makes the one who likes you happy, so it must be worth it… right?
It’s all sunshine and rainbows for an hour or two… but then, something happens.
One flake, two flakes, three, four. Five flakes, six flakes, seven flakes, more!
You’re… falling apart. Slowly. Painfully.
And the person who chose you? Does nothing to stop it
You can only watch and wait as you slowly get torn apart, begging for your selector to help you.
They never do.
Until one day.
Your flaking fast, but you see their hand reaching towards you. It’s finally happening, you’re gonna be ok.
Their fingernails rip half of your body away like it’s nothing.
It hurts
It hurts so much deeper then the physical pain
This person was supposed to love you
No matter what
You fade faster and faster every day… until one day, you’re gone.
I dunno just something I think about a lot
