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Shaky Hands (False Hurt/Comfort)

There's some gore at the beginning, although it's just the first paragraph. I'll put --- in bold to mark the end of it. This was a collab with  , they're amazing go check them out :)

Oh also there's a swear

The scent of iron was sharp in her nose, the familiar scent of blood. It covered her claws and wings, only adding to the stench. The dead bodies of her friends littered the ground around her, all of them with horrific wounds, ranging from broken limbs and snapped necks to intestines torn out and heads smashed.

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False took a shaky step back, horror and fear taking over her body. Had she done this? No no no no, she couldn't of. Those days were over. She was a new person now.

She could feel her hands shaking as small tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't do this. She didn't do this.

False felt a sickeningly familiar weight on her ankle. She glanced down to see that she was no longer wearing her casual clothing, the grey jacket over a striped tee, but her gladiator outfit. A skin-tight jumpsuit covered in smooth plates of metal that protected her torso, shoulders, legs and forearms, while still remaining light and easy to move in. Some of the inside feathers on her wings were trimmed neatly.

"Good job, Symmetry." False whipped around to see a familiar face. The Keeper walked towards her, clapping his hands. She hissed, ready to rip this asshole to shreds.

"Thank you for taking care of these pests for me." He motioned to the bodies around them with a sinister grin. "I'm glad you chose the right side."

False's blood ran cold. She had killed them. For The Keeper, no less. Her hands started to shake more as she realized the extent of what she had done.

As he walked closer, the world started to distort around her. His voice layered, sound more ethereal by the second. The world was shifting, spinning, the colors melting together into a spiral. The Keeper was something sinister now, a distorted demon still approaching her. He was still talking, but she couldn't tell what he was saying, she couldn't tell what was happening, what had she done, why was he here-

"STOP!" False screeched, falling to her knees and covering her ears. She just wanted it to stop, the confusion, the color, the voices, the horrible distortion of reality. She could still hear him, growing closer and closer by the second. Tears ran freely down her cheeks as she cried, just wishing for this all to be over.

A huge electric shock rippled through her body, familiar but no, this was stronger, so much worse.

False screamed in pain, jolting upright. Her heart was beating at a thousand times a second, brain unable to realize her surroundings. Screaming quickly turned to sobbing, breathing turning shallow and hiccups causing her to shake violently. It started getting harder to breathe, only able to get shallow gasps in between delirious sobs.

False came to the realization that she was having a panic attack. She had gotten them before, mostly when the memories got too much or something reminded her of her bloodshed-filled past. She started to hyperventilate, frantic sobs getting harder and harder to control. False knew that she needed help, and fast.

Through the tears, she managed to open her eyes (when had she closed them?) and fumble around for her communicator. She felt her fingers graze the smooth surface, grabbing it with shaky hands to pull it up to her face.

1:26 am

Fuck.

Usually Stress was the one to calm her down from a panic attack, although almost all of the hermits were asleep by now, including the monster herself.