talking to him

in sickness and in unhealthy relationships

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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karl has often wondered what his dad felt like in his last moments of life, and now he's starting to think it must be something like this.

karl is at the point now where he thinks it would be better not to feel anything at all. he is so close to being numb, but that little part of him that's still feeling is nothing but pain.

physical pain, because he's hungry and he's been still for so long and he is grossly overslept. but, moreso, emotional pain, because he has to go back to work tomorrow but now he has to face it without the only things that were getting him through before.

he isn't in a direct argument with quackity, but it's clear that the ravenette disapproves of how karl has treated sapnap over the last few days. which is fair. he knows that he's been a prick. after all, what cruel person dumps their long-term boyfriend without so much as an explanation? it's reached the point now where regret has sunk in, and karl has started to second-guess his decisions.

is it really better for them to be apart?

he thought it would benefit sapnap, because karl knows he is nowhere near the league that his boyfriend deserves, but he can't imagine that the ravenette is happy right now. maybe with time, sapnap would heal, but karl can't help but think about how impossible that may be with them still being friends.

even if their break-up ruined their friendship too, they'd be connected through quackity.

the brunette's stomach folds on itself as an audible rumble sounds into the silent room around him. he is so hungry that it hurts, and he has a sneaking suspicion that quackity has stopped bringing him food as a torturous method to lure him out of his room.

karl rolls over, facing the door.

dread settles deep in his gut and he wonders if anyone will be out there. maybe he can sneak out, find something to eat, and sneak back in again without being seen. then, if he's lucky, it'll earn him a whole other day of avoiding the issues he caused and dwelling in pain rather than acceptance.

with that thought, karl forces himself up on shaky muscles and fights to stay standing. he can feel his heart thump thump thumping against his ribs, a wave of dizziness rushing over him from standing after so long.

he rolls his wrists in a circle as he comes back to himself, hearing them click before pushing his shoulders back to stretch his back. it feels like a breath of fresh air, finally moving his body. he hadn't been fully aware of how badly he had been torturing his muscles and joints until now.

he eventually steps over to the door, taking in a long breath as his heart skips a beat, his pulse speeding up. one hand on the doorknob, he twists it slowly before cracking the door open barely an inch.

he leans out of the room.

the apartment is so silent, he wonders if his friends have gone out. there is no reason why they shouldn't, and it isn't like karl has given them the opportunity to communicate with him and let him know they're leaving, but still. a warning would've been nice.