A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops

Senbu Pulls A Big Gay Like My Fucking Phone Which Is A Nokia

i wrote this at 1 am and my phone was at 9%

i'm amazed it didn't die in the middle of writing

Prompt: "Imagine being in a prison cell. Write about the smells, tastes, and sounds. Do not write about what you see" 

Senbu sighed.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he got caught, yet he did it anyway.

It didn't bother him at all that he killed people. If they so much as breathed near his precious Trickster-sama, they were goners.

He shivers.

Cold air settles around him in his prison cell, and he longs for Trickster's warm embrace. Heavy manacles clutch his bony wrists, frigid against his touch starved skin.

He has gone without skin on skin contact for weeks.

Quietly, he begins to cry.

He didn't mean for this to happen, he wasn't supposed to get caught. He wasn't supposed to be here, deemed a suicidal psychopath and locked up in isolation.

He wants death.

Without his Trickster-sama, he has nothing to live for, and with his current state he has no chance of a future.

"Trickster-sama..." he sobs pitifully, heaving one of the chains around his neck and feeling the icy metal dig into his throat as he pulls it with all his strength.

His head begins to pound, his ears ringing. He will grow too weak to keep his hold on his chain, and would survive, but he has lost the will to live.

Alone in his freezing cell, he sobs, coughing up blood and filling his mind with Trickster in his last moments of life.

Trickster has finally decided to visit Senbu, to clear things up, but he finds instead Senbu's small body limp and lifeless.

He sees this and screams as his heart shatters into a million pieces, mourning for the lover he had just lost.

i swear these won't all be depressing

also as you can see i got off track again fuck