BURY A FRIEND; ᶠᵉˡⁱˣ

bury

felix woke up in the middle of the
night again. his panic attacks were
back to threatening him again.
the clock struck 2:45am.
his dead, almost monotonous
eyes followed the clock and as he
stood up from the bed, he suddenly
bended down to grab his shovel from
under his bed.

after he had changed into appropriate
clothes, he placed the shovel on his
shoulder as he made his way to his
wall, full of his ' friends' ' picture, and
some having a red cross on their faces.
only with a smirk and one last sentence,
he left the house.

"for the debt i owe,
i gotta sell your souls."

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a/n : ok i kNOW that felix is actually
a huge softie but this is jUST a fanfic ok don't get offended.

also if you feel uncomfortable in any part, please exit.