Everything rang out
Everything hurt
Everything was burning
Everything ended
Where could he possibly be now? Hell? Heh….That was irony right now. He had tried his best to release a heavenly dream of peace and friendship… Only to be suffocated with…
HATE
It was easy, BELIEVE him it was easy to let it consume him, really and truly to the point of no return,
TO ABSOLUTE MADNESS
But he couldn't let himself… Not now, with SO MUCH on the line… His friend, best friend
HIS MOIRAIL,
was in trouble… He found one other thing ironic…. He might have been called "The Sufferer", but right now, It was his friend that was in agony.
He still hadn't fully processed what had happened to him.
He couldn't stop staring…
Why?
The familiar yellow blood mixing with the sludge…
This was his fault…
The pink living chains that bound the controlled controller..
Is there any part of him left?
Rooting, Hanging, almost lifeless
NO
He'd known the condescension to be cruel, but this
This
A cocktail of emotions suddenly surfaced. The deepest, hottest anger that burned like gasoline. But A new emotion was present, Regret. It hollowed him. He felt like his heart was gone as his anger
slowly, y, G, filled the empty cavern. He swayed, the Taunting
F
E
E
L
S
Stringing what had happened in his mind.
No
No, no
NONONONO
THEY DIDN'T!
"MITUNA!"
SIgnless ran towards his friend, Hoping, praying, maybe he was still here. Tears flowed down his cheeks without any notice.
Please please please.
Pink and purple tentacles covered the room. Along with this…. Purple sludge along the floor. It was thick like syrup but he pushed through it like a simple breeze, the need to bring back his best friend too strong. In the center of the room, was
"The Helmsmen"
MITUNA
"The Software"
MOIRAIL
Tears stinging down his cheeks. He unceremoniously tripped and fell into the pink sludge that was starting to consume the gold blood of his fallen frien- No! Don't think like that! He's not fallen! (HE CAN'T BE DEAD) He'll be okay. Signless scrambled to get to his feet, struggling to keep back to his top priority.
The Psiioniic
"The Helmsmen"
MITUNA
"The Software"
MOIRAIL
Still floundering on the ground, He reached up to the mound of pink tentacles drowning his friend up to his upper chest . He began clawing at the base, trying to get up and dig his friend out. Maybe. Somehow…. He began quietly crying out his once lively friend. Red was starting to mix with the pink sludge and yellow blood. All mixing into a disassociating hue. Signless slipped on his heels, Squeaks echoing through the control room. Using both hands, He shakingly reached up and grabbed
"The Helmsman's"
MITUNA'S
Shoulders and pulled himself up-
What?
Signs face hit sludge and he looked up, Confused. Did Psi just? Thrown you down? A screaming hit your ears, you finally registered it. He had been screaming ever since you got in. How did you not hear him.
He was in SO MUCH PAIN, AGONY
You didn't know how to get him to stop screaming