#squidsch2

It was a  shame, everything had been going so well too. A tie game, neck to neck, back to back...and various other body-touching sayings. Either way, that game was close! And then, darkness. 

Now Squids wasn’t afraid of the dark or what was in it, especially since it was only his friends. What made this predicament interesting is what happened when the lights came back on--everyone looked...terrible. Banged up, screaming, bleeding. It was  a living hell as some could call it. His voice had definitely joined with the cries of pain but soon everything felt alright when his friends were hugging him, and another was tending to a broken arm while several offered to scratch his back. It was very surreal but soon there was nothing more to bare and he was out of there quickly.

He couldn’t handle seeing others in pain--it made him feel queasy. If not for his own issues he would’ve thrown up in the room. Every scream, every visualization...he felt like he could feel it, and too many at once was hair-raising, so he had to go. There weren’t too many options on where to go from there, so he decided to start digging through the prep rooms, beginning with winter. Maybe he could at least find some kind of scratching utility in here--because he sure was tickly-itchy right about now.