#pityvalued

                    sly  smile  tugs  on  their  lips,  head  tilting  to  show  AMUSEMENT  toward  the  other.  of  course,  he  was  unaware  of  the  shift  in  dimensions  that  they  had  taken.  which  made  this  meeting  all  the  better.  especially  when  they  had  a  deal.  (  poor  boy,  you  must  now  face  your  consequence  )   ❛   now i am the violence, i am the sickness. won't accept your silence. beg me for forgiveness ❜   a  finger  lift’s  the  other’s  head,  cold  eyes  meeting  the  newly  awakened’s.  they  were  going  to  win.

          m!chael was having second thoughts about this squip thing. he had only had it for three days, but already, it was DEMANDING so many things from him ( all while calling him that horrid, awful, DISGUSTING name ANIAS ), and it was so hard to keep up. his hands instinctively fidget with his hoodie’s strings, before promptly stopping in FEAR of getting shocked. why did he think this was a good idea again ?  why was being ‘popular’ so important, anyways ??  was it really necessary for the plan ?  he was already so exhausted. he just wanted to slip into a COMA for a hundred years. yes, a coma would be perfect right about now.

         oh, the naïvety of the youth. how easily they could be M A N I P U L A T E D. a warm smile curved upon his lips, light eyes glowing softly to emulate amusement — comfort. the boy was like putty in the squip’s hands ; he listened to every word. and that made the act worth it.

         “ thank you, rich. i appreciate your loyalty to this cause, ” he purred, drawing his full attention to richard instead of the monitors before him, windows closing as he turned away. “ i assure you, you will be GREATLY rewarded for all of this in the end. ”

                    destructive nature coursed through the boy’s BLOOD, a burning had already blackened           his heart to ash. he didn’t care about anyone. about anything. anything but this. but H I M. he           was the one thing he could count on in his crumbling teen years. the only one who had been           there, && at least PRETENDED to give a shit.

points to forehead you say?

                                     HORROR.     /     ACCEPTING.

                     ❛  we talked about making it. ❜  eyes gaze upon the other, one they held so dear,            now corroded && glitched --- a WICKED entity they no longer recognized.❛  —— i’m            sorry that you never made it. ❜

               ❛  —— remain on my side because i was cool? looks like you have something          in common with them, huh ? ❜