Lyrin sits down. He's in the body. His stomach is turning, it really shouldn't, he just ate!
'Eating disorder Eating disorder eating disorder....' Daltcho almost chants.
'Quiet, I just wasn't hungry is all. In all honesty it's probably even your fault.'
Daltcho was the anxiety and parinoia that Lyrin couldn't handle, so now, it's coming back to bite him. He was a slightly bigger replica of Lyrin, with his left eye surrounded in a sticky red substance that was blood but also not exactly blood.
His stomach twists again.
'Nowlturmia Nowlturmia Nowlturmia...'
'That doesn't exist, that's just a Mindscape term. If I do have an eating disorder, it's probably something that already exists. No reason for a whole 'nother word.'
He feels Willbur creeping into front.
'Alright! Time to watch Youtube and ignore the other alters.'
'That's not healthy...' The faint voice of Nullton could be heard.
*'I know...'* Lyrin thought to himself. *'But what else do I do?'*
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General FictionPosted on weekends. Trigger warning, I dunno what exactly for yet, but ig all of them -\_(o-o)_/-
