He screamed. Salad screamed at his friends dead body. HE PUSHED the door to the safety cupboard, breaking it from its already rusted hinges. The black mutant turned its head and he screamed at it. He was losing his mind. I'm losing my mind. I don't want to do this anymore! I don't want to write this anymore........
"What?
I don't.... I don't want this anymore. Yes of course... who had said that.... that..., that was me. Why was he insisting on having me write this!? His mind is gone he doesn't even know who I am anymore!! This whole book is fake, just words spouted from my patient who had lost his mind. But this is my only way of helping him talk to me.... I feel guilt. I mean... isn't that my name.... Oh yes, my dear friend, you do not know my name. But overtime now my mind is clouded and his words have corrupted my mind. Joyce.... I leave this last page for you. You must come visit him yourself. For I cannot do this anymore! My name is Guilt. A doctor treating wounded solders from the Great War. I'm going to end my life just how mister Hubert Cumberdale predicted, isn't that how I should do it? You wouldn't care, or maybe you would, heck you've already seen me die once...
With love, a guilty doctor"
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Hello There 2: Salad's Breaking Point
FanfictionFollowing the years after Joyce and Salad escaped from the "prison", Salad begins to act stranger than ever. Especially after 2 new characters introduce themselves. Will Salad break? What will Joyce do? You'll just have to read and find out. (Yes I...
