#phantom prison

"...Cage."

"I'm sorry."

ohmygod-

Again, Cage tackles Spectre in a hug. She doesn’t seem angry at all, just worried.

Spectre calls out to you, her voice higher and faster than usual.

"It's been a while since we laste talked, how have you been?"

Many new scars have appeared across her body.

The corpse runs at Spectre as if to tackle her, but gently hugs her instead.

The spectre asks, voice soft.

She’s sitting on a table by the break room. The corpse is nowhere to be seen.

they didn’t lie this time.

hi

"CAGE? CAGE!"

If Spectre were to enter the meat kitchen, she’d see a decapitated corpse sitting against the wall. A slightly singed head is on the floor nearby, staring blankly at the tiles.

There’s a note in the corpse’s hand. It’s hastily written, but the contents are legible.

"Hiya, Cage."

"...Why's your head back off?"

The corpse shuffles over and tries to wrap its arms around Spectre. It’s a bit hard due to the whole incorporeal thing. And because it’s shaking like it’s going to have a breakdown. But it’s fine. She’s fine.

"There you are! Are you feeling okay...?"

i- i dont know what happened- one second i was with you, and then-

Suffocation.

i couldnt-

Darkness.

dont know why-

"Where."

"Cage might. But I wouldn't dare to make her go through that."

A sharp chill spreads across his body. It starts in our his chest, a freezing numbness flowing out from his heart, all the way down our his limbs, our his mind growing cloudy and confused as it settles over his very soul. The numbness gives way to a stabbing pain, our his muscles twitching and convulsing violently, each involuntary movement causing more waves of agony to ripple across our his body.

How dare I be so selfish as to cause someone so much pain over something as volatile as my freedom? And in the end, it was all for nothing. Not that I deserve anything better. This is what I deserve this is what I deserve this is what I deserve this is what I deserve I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry.