They can't move. Tangled and wrapped under layers of blankets, they feel cold. Cold and hollow, yet painfully crowded at the same time. The man inside their head is silent, but his emotions are too loud, spilling over into them.

They forcefully turned off their voice modulater half an hour ago with a burst of void to stop themself from screaming and sobbing. Their body still shakes as they alternate between clutching at their chest and head, but at least they're not scaring everyone in the neighborhood.

A lot goes on over at Garbage Guardians.

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