exanimate

𝖔𝖓𝖊

Eyes. Nose. Ears. Lips. Fingers. Toes.

Eyes? Nose? Ears? Lips? Fingers? Toes?

Nothing works.

No - his mind works. He can remember things! He is, in fact, a he, and his name is Casper, and he's allergic to chocolate, but when he was 7, he stuffed so much down his throat that he'd been in the hospital for weeks.

His name is Casper, and he has an infuriatingly annoying younger brother named Jay, who is decidedly not allergic to chocolate and spends his free time stuffing his face with it to irritate Casper. His sweet, snarky face appears in Casper's mind.

His name is Casper, and he has a soft-rock-music-loving, Golden Retriever of a boyfriend named Ryder Lyons who he loves so much.

Eyelashes flutter against acne-scarred cheeks. Plain, dark brown eyes push open and blink unassumingly at a bright, blank white surface. It's so bright. Blink. Blink. Blink.

Casper inhales sharply, and the air around him flows sharply into his nose, smelling vaguely of rose petals, swiss cheese, dark chocolate (the vaguely bitter kind), and old books. It smells like home. Where is home?

Casper can hear music. Not soft, classical music, but pounding drums. Maybe that's his headache, though. It's definitely his headache, but the thought of music is enough to spiral into a visceral reaction.

Squealing guitars and the crooning voices of Conan Gray and Luke Hemmings begin to intermingle wildly in his mind, the overlapping melodies of "Little League" and "Lover of Mine" washing over him. It's far from beautiful, but the familiar voices and melodies of his favorite singer and his favorite band comfort Casper a great deal.

Slowly, he cracks open his lips and swallows, then chokes out, "When we were younger, we wore our hearts out on our sleeves. Why did we ever have to le-e-eave. Little, League."

A hacking cough escapes his lips, and it shakes his entire body, as he rolls over and moans tiredly into the floor. He presses his finger and toes into the soft surface he's been lying on, and it's cushier than anything he's ever felt. The music, though, comforting as it is - was - begins to make his headache even worse, and Casper groans again, mumbles, "God, shut up a minute!" and the music disappears.

"That's not normal," he mumbles, and then promptly passes out.

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i've read online that there are 2 types of people about their favorite characters:

a brief summary of number 1: EHEHEHEHEHE I LOVE THEM THEY GET SUNSHINE AND RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES AND LOV-

a brief summary of number 2: i love you and so now you are my punching bag die small children.

guess which one i am!

(surprise surprise, bitch, it's #2.)

this chapter honestly isn't the most exciting thing, but we get a teeny lil insight into cas's life

which he

y'know

no longer has.

see you next tuesday !!

- sayu <3