#vixios

So right now I'm working on a NotVixios Fanfic, and I've just posted chapter 4. I'm struggling with Chapter 5, but I know EXACTLY what I want to do for Chapter 6 and it's killing me. I've even made a draft for how I want 6 to end:

Vix looked down at Tripzye, at the deep wound on his shoulder. Had he caused that?

He took a step back, and his foot hit something hard. Metal hard. He tuned his head and looked down to see what he had bumped into.

Avery was laying there. And there was oil everywhere. His screen had deep claw marks in it, and it was emitting a static noise. There where various dents and marks all over him. Everything felt like static. There was oil on his claws. Was it oil? It looked like static.

Tripzye was yelling -no- screaming it him. But all Vix heard was static. It filled his ears and head and panic. It felt like he was drowning in it.

Had he done all this? But he was asleep, he was just training in his head. Attacking that dummy, that felt like, like metal. Even though stuffing came out of it.

It was all to much. He saw Socks at the leaning on the bedroom door frame, wincing. Had he hurt him to?

He just wanted to get away. Away from the static, away from the screaming that he couldn't hear but could feel. So so clearly.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Just get me out of here. He thought hard

The static got louder, and louder, until it was all he heard and felt, and then he was out.

Back in the forest.

Back alone again.

:'D

Here's the story btw: