After a few more cuts, he sets the blade down, breath shaky. "Sselver. It- It hurtss, man." He whines, staring down at the bloodied blade and his own arm. "oH PlEAse, spARe Me tHE dEtaILs." It stares at the cuts, watching blood pour out of his wounds.
"I waNT tO sEE yOU gO dEEpeR."
"What?!- I'm not gonna do that again jusst causse you assked me to?!" He shrieks, clutching his arm and hissing at the burning. "YoU DOn'T wanNA? I'lL hELp yOu." It glares, forcing his arm out and ripping the blade into already fresh cuts, ignoring the crys of protest his friend wails out.
"nO oNE wiLL bE ABlE to SEParAte uS bUT thE spAWN iTseLF!" It laughs, nearly hacking down to muscle when it stops.
Selver sighs. "ThErE, I'M fiNIShed." The razor blade clatters to the ground with a wet sound. "I'll gO gRAB baNdAGEs oR SOmetHiNG foR yoUr AsS." It walks off to the cabinet. The sounds of drawers sliding and items being pushed around like vegetables in a soup, mix into nothing.
The sound of his rattler fills the air, every sense battling for something, something that he doesn't have the answer too.
He yelps as cloth touches his cuts, still crying a river a red. Selver looks up, it's not smiling, and somehow that's worse. It wraps the warm cloth around the cuts, making sure it's tight and sealed around his arm. "YoU CAn leAVe afTER thIS." Selver doesn't say anything else, avoiding eye contact like it'll kill them.
Selver rips the excess cloth off with its teeth, overbite clearly showing. He could swear he heard them mumble 'sorry' under its breath, but he'd doubt that Selver is capable enough to say 'sorry.' Never has been.
Selver would drag themself to the corner, something alive. They talk to it like it can feel their feelings, shushing it like it has anything to say, singing sweet lies to it. I sshould get out of here before I witness ssomething I won't jusst be able to sscrub out of my mind.
He forcefully shoves himself out the door, boots scraping against the damp concrete. "That crazy mutt.. I knew it wass a bad idea to come down here.." He grips his arm, hissing at the pain and nearly tripping over his feet.
What if I jusst ran out? Or never came down in the firsst place? Would thiss sstill have happened?
No, of coursse it would've sstill happened. they're ssick in the head.
He walks up to a sewer exit, shakily grabbing onto the ladder and heading up. It creaks under him, like it'll break and drag him back in. He can't go back. Not soon, anyways. He pushes up the grate, painfully crawling out. His tail drags out behind him, screaming with each quick tap of the ground.
The city doesn't look any better than the sewers, everything's dull, and dead. He kicks an empty can across the road, listening to the hollow tumbling. Looking up, he sees the tall, jagged mountain where the camp sits. He should probably go back. If they ask about him arm he'll tell them he was attacked by an animal or something.
Not that he's entirely wrong.
The camp.. Lyric. He should find something for Lyric. Maybe a bone, since he can't find flowers anywhere. A carved bone, maybe into a flower.. a bone flower. No, that's stupid. But, maybe they'd like something like that? A smooth, polished 'bone flower.'
Or maybe he can find a flower. A real one. No, nevermind. It would wilt and he wants to give something to Lyric that they can keep, not wilt away. He kicks away another can, trying to distract himself from how wrong his arm feels. Maybe he should cut it off. Or make the cuts worse.
No. No he shouldn't do that. He shouldn't give Selver what it wants. Then again. It feels.. right. Like he deserves it. No. Think about Lyric, about father. He bumps into a wall, recoiling backwards. "Oouuhhch.." Maybe he shouldn't get lost in his head out here, could get lost. And hurt.
He walks through the alley, pushing and kicking around debris and litter with his boots. he stumbles across a.. a bone. He picks up the bone, looking back at the mountain behind him. He tightens the bandages and hides them under his sleeve. Maybe I could assk ALT3R for a pocket knife and nail polish. Or paint. Whatever we have right now.
He turns his back to the graveyard and starts skipping towards the mountain, holding the bone in his sliced hand. Tail and rattler jumping behind him.
I'm coming home Lyric!
And I think
I'll stay there for a bit.
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