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(A/N)
Just because I just said I had no motivation doesn't mean I can't have motivation for no reason at 12:02 AM to write. So here it is, my double post.
This chapter contains implied sexual assault, suicide, implied self harm, and swearing. These topics may be triggering, viewer discretion is advised. Please enjoy!

???'s POV
The girl is oblivious. She doesn't remember anything. She must remember! "Hellfire." I called "Ye- yes sir?" Hellfire said. "Show me the drive."
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Circe's POV
Me and Quinn were going shopping. He needed batteries and stuff. He may be a hacker, but he makes his own stuff, too. "What do we need?" Quinn asked me "Batteries, AA and AAA, jumper cables, car batteries, 15ft plastic tubes, three of them. Screwdrivers, in your words, we have to "Grab all of the different kinds, I need new ones anyways", so." I say, not paying attention.
I do what the humans would call "spacing out" by browsing the internet through my built in computer. Yes, believe it or not, I do occasionally have fun. I made sure to turn off external expression so I didn't draw attention to myself by laughing. I switched off TokTik, (A/N: not getting sued today ✨/j) only to see that me and Quinn were already checking out. I turned back on external expression and looked around. I saw a man with a tattoo. I couldn't see it so I zoomed in. It was a Medusa tattoo. I also noticed another black splotch on him and saw a small blue butterfly. 'That's.. so sad.' I thought I zoomed back out and looked around. A lone mother, an elderly woman, a tired-looking kid being scolded. Huh, I never noticed.

Me and Quinn were on the bus. We were talking. The man from earlier was speaking with a woman. She had a semicolon tattoo on the side of her neck. 'This is sad.. why am I just now noticing this kind of stuff?' I thought.

3rd person omniscient(correct me if I'm wrong, though I think I am)

When Circe and Quinn got home and put stuff back, Circe made Quinn some coffee and had some herbal tea. Circe was next to Quinn, his head was turned and his hair disheveled. She looked behind his ear to see.. To see a small semicolon. It was purple. What?' She thought. Circe looked down. When she looked up again saw him spill a glass of water on himself and he had to take his hoodie off. He, too, had a Medusa tattoo. On his forearm he also had a butterfly. He seemed to notice me seeing his tattoos. He seemed to freak out a bit, his hands beginning to shake. His breathing quickened he looked to even be struggling to breathe. Circe checked his vitals and his heart rate had quickened. 'Uhm..' Circe thought. She gently grabbed his hand and guided him to the couch, not really knowing what to do. "Uhm.. shit, I-.." She started. "What're three things you can see?" She asked, thinking of the 3-3-3 method. He didn't say anything for a moment, before choking a small "You." "Good, what's another?" "W- wal- walls." He stuttered out "An.. and tea." He stutters out. "What about hearing? What can you hear?" She asks "Bu- buzzing. Uhm.. voice. Br- breathing." He was still crying and breathing quickly but at least he was able to breathe. "And touch?" "You. C- couch. Cat." "Good, good. Now, breathe in." They did so together, "And out." They, again, did so. Quinn was sweating still, but he seemed a bit better. "I- thank you. A- a lot." He said "I don't think I did too well." Circe responded, "You could've done it better. But, oh well." 'And there he is' Circe thought 'Back to being himself' "Thanks again, it.. it means a lot." Quinn said "You're welcome.." Circe said. "I'm going for a walk." She said "I'll let you get yourself together." She said.

Circe POV
I walked outside past the familiar shops and buildings. I walked to the woods and found a clearing. I sat there gazing up for what felt like a few minutes. When I checked, it was 4:12 AM. "Shit! Shit shit shit shit!" I yell, booking it back home. When I got there I was stunned to see an empty bottle of pain pills, a note, and Quinn. I quickly checked his vitals and there was a heartbeat.. barely. I shoved my hand down his throat, triggering his gag reflex and making him throw up. I checked his vitals again, and his heart did, in fact, pick up. It wasn't normal but he at least wasn't about to die. But, one thing was clear.

Quinn Rey Northwest was no longer able to be left alone.

(A/N)
Wow! This took painfully long!
And the word count?
800 words total 🥳