Pools of medicine flooded in from the hole. He was taken aback. What's going on?
He picked up a pill and opened it. Liquid flowed out, the smell of kerosene pungent to his nostrils. Why?
He opened another, and another. Various coloured liquids splashed around, getting soaked into the padding. The colours mixed together, creating streaks of colour across the padding. He was reminded of the insanity tugging at the back of his mind, constantly begging him to release it. Let it roam free, take over.
You don't have to be a good boy anymore, Hoseok. Don't be one anymore. Come, with me.
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Fanfiction{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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