#totesfabpolka

totesfabpolska said: “Mattie, don’t cry.” Feliks went to his side and gave him a hug. “That greyface don’t know what he’s talking about. You’re, like, totally perfect. Don’t listen to him.” He reached up to wipe the Canadian’s tears away. “Please don’t cry.” Mattie pushed Feliks' hand away, the motion slow as if it weighed on him to do it. He sighed softly and took a step away from his friend, putting his hands in his pockets and staring down at the ground "there is no such thing as a perfect person Feliks. I am disgusting, I always have been and apparently I always will be."

Mattie’s eyes were full of tears but he would allow none of them to fall. Do you know what it’s like to not have anything in your mind? No knowledge, no memories, no goals or dreams…? It’s terrifying. He tried to scream, to vocalize his fear, but his voice was gone as well…he simply assumed that he had never had it to begin with. Where was he? Who was he? What was he going to do now….? He continued to walk through the strange land, hoping that someone, anyone, would help him.

Mattie hummed softly as he spun around the kitchen in the bakery that he worked in. He took a tray of cupcakes out of the oven and let them cool a bit before starting to frost them. When the little bell on the front door rang he wiped his hands on his teal apron and stepped out to greet the person "hello~"