#glsneeg

glsneeg is the imperceptible sound of blood dripping. he is haunted by generations past. he is broken and bruised and torn to pieces and yet he still crawls forward with everything he has. he has killed and died and lost so much. he cannot give up; he has more to lose. he is sharp blades and hushed voices and silent footsteps. he is a guard dog in the way he is loyal. he is a guard dog in the way he will throw himself to danger at the first sign of it. he lies on the floor with his arms outstretched, seeking some saviour. he is the saviour. he cannot save himself. he is the perfect replica of holiness in a place that seeks to wipe it out. he is the whisper in your heart that tells you i am alive, he is the drumming in your veins, he is injury and death and rebirth. he is the closest to the exit. he is the furthest from survival.

what if glcharlie and glsneeg were forced to watch glranboo beg for their life. what if they were forced to watch their friend their sibling their family slowly lose hope. what if they saw the light die in ranboos eyes minutes before the box even shut. what if they had to hear him screaming for death, demanding to die, to get out get out get out.