Short scenes

Stuck.

...How long has it been?

  Blake couldn't escape this...nightmare. His conscience was trapped in his own body, and he agonised at every despicable action he was forced to commit.

  Zukkoi was the hardest to watch. His clawed hands, ripping raw flesh from her throat. The betrayal and pain forever emblazoned in her now vacant eyes. All that indigo....

  All

  That

  Indigo

  He tried. He tried so so hard to stop. Trying to break free of the chains made out of fucking...insanity goop that wrapped around every limb.

  The horror, the regret, the guilt.

  He hated that bitch. Fucking who names themselves Ringmaster and then goes "oh let's go cause misery by blowing up an entire universe because oopsies I'm bored and I want a cool story!!"

  Her pathetic yet maniacal laughter. That dumb cupcake-like skirt. That stupid top hat that somehow stayed on her head.

  And that infuriating

  Fucking

  Grin.

How pathetic was he then, if he couldn't escape his prison of nightmares?

Who was he kidding?

He was always this fucking disdainful. No matter how hard he tries. He will always be that sad, pathetic child, clinging onto his fox plush as he wails for mummy and daddy, as the flames around him grew higher and higher.

  ...who is that in the distance?

  ...it's Erold? Steven? nononONONONO! STAY AWAY!!! He struggled against the chains. But every struggle seemed to only make the chains wrap tighter and tighter. Blake could feel it. It was creeping up from his torso.

  He flailed around in a panic, but it only made it worse, the chains twisting up faster and faster. Up his neck, around his mouth, around his eyes.

Too tight-

too tight-

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  A jolt of pain was felt in his neck. Both in his conscience and his body. The last thing he saw was his body crumpling to the ground, laughing away as the substance that trapped him leaked out of his eyes.

  "....ugh...what happened?" The scratchy voice perked up, as the lumbering body rose up from the bed.

  "KeKe!" Blake immediately snapped back into conscience as the force of a body made impact with his own, arms wrapped around him like a monkey clinging onto a branch. He could feel a slight wetness and- oh my god Steven's crying- oh shit oh shit-

  "Ah- Snowball- it's alright, it's alright. I'm back now. I'm ok, you're ok. Everything's fine." Blake whispered, with his only response being the pressure around him getting tighter.

  Getting pushed back onto the mattress, he could barely hear a muffled response as Steven held Blake in his arms.

"I'm never letting you go KeKe. Never again."

"I know Snowball, and neither will I."