Twisted suffering

Chapter I.

                       Confusion

The warehouse was empty. Black snakes of ichor were dripping off the walls, broken pipes' silent cries would be the only proof of the warehouse's existence.
The trucks parking there had broken Windows, and scratches on their sides. A huge puddle of ichor was taking it's territory, flowing closer and closer to the edges of the room.

Astro was laying in a small corner unconscious. He tried to find safety and comfort in his dreams, refusing to wake up.
But all the tricks are nonsense at the end, and Astro opens his eyes confused and tired. He's laid down and carefully covered with the remains of his torn blanket. His favourite blanket. His favourite blanket.. Seeing it so torn and ruined, makes his heart ache, makes him feel guilty.
  Astro's arms are exposed. He can no longer hide behind a blanket.. He has to solve his problems himself.
Astro carefully raises all 4 of his arms, touching them slightly. His left hand is dripping in ichor, just like his legs. He tries to brush it off, but it doesn't quite work.

The cold glares from the warehouse didn't help Astro either. Even tho the place seemed empty, it wasn't. And Astro was ready. If anything comes out, He's ready to apologize to them.
It was cold. Freezing temperature.  Astro shivers. His hands are trembling, as he takes the remains of the blanket in his hand. Astro hugs them tightly to himself, feeling the comforting scent of it once more, the scent of safety, just one more time, before it washes away with the disgusting smell of ichor.

Astro feels a fat tear rolling down his cheek. And that one slowly turns into many, until it turns into one huge waterfall. Astro is sobbing now, trembling , shaking in a  corner.
He feels a small trail of confusion too. He doesn't remember what happened before the incident, and doesn't know the cause of it or who caused it.

Astro:"Why me..?"

He asked himself softly. His voice was soft, but demanding with a small tone of guilt and sadness. But he quickly swallowed his pity.
Astro Novalite crying? No freaking way. Astro cannot cry. He's a tough- guy. And a doormat. Guess that's just fate huh?

As Astro slowly curls up more in the corner, he hears soft footsteps. Maybe it's Austin?