We're still friends? - A Sanmos fanfic ew homos

Chapter 5

Note!! - Each chapter that use I/me/I've ect are all a POV chapter for your favourite character, Deimos.
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I've been stealing pieces of paper from Doc.
I've been drawing on them for no reason, but I guess it's a fun way to get my emotions out of my system without making a big fuss about it.

I've been drawing while listening to him talk about stuff. They've said stuff like "You.. really don't remember Hank and Sanford?" And "You have no memory of anything before I 'first' met you?" Other things like saying I might have something like amnesia?

Whatever. Drawings are cool.
Art is fun unless you're seeing weird things like me.
The drawings are weird and every time I look at them, I know damn well I'm being distracted by what I'm actually trying to do.

It turns into a person. Whatever I do, it ends up being the person I've been seeing. Hallucinations and stuff.

This person is so familiar in some way. They're tall and that all I can describe without somehow making it sound 'weird'

I might be going to bed.
I need to get rid of some of them.