Out. They let him out today.
He had told me where his room was the night before, telling me careful instructions on how to get there. I thanked him.
I'm now on my way to see him. Now, since he's no longer in isolation, I can visit him anytime I want. It's great.
I'm looking for Room 317. I've never been down this section of the facility, so things are a bit odd for me. I usually work in Section 1, while his room is in Section 4.
The walls here are blue instead of yellow. Blue, but not as blue as his soulless, sapphire eyes.
I find Room 317 and knock gently. I say my name as he asks who it is, and he tells me to come in--and so I do.
He's sitting at a table when I walk in. There is a sheet of paper and markers in front of him--it reminds me of a station I worked at when I was in Kindergarten.
I ask him what he's drawing and, instead of telling me, he picks up the paper and shows me for himself.
It's... odd. Everything about him is odd--but that's alright, of course.
I ask him what they're supposed to be. He just shrugs and tells me that they're what he dreams about. He dreams of floating, green eyeballs--they're always either attacking him or befriending him, never the neutral party.
He tells me that he's actually named the biggest one, but decides to tease me and not tell me its name when I ask. There's an obvious grin on his face as he crosses his arms across his chest and shakes his head.
And he laughs. He laughs a gorgeous laugh--and I'm glad I am the cause of it, no matter how narcissistic that may sound. Because he laughs.
He seems happy.
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Anxiety Attacks (Septiplier)
FanfictionShort story based around the idea of illness and such. I can't give too much away because I want the story to tell its own... well, story.
