Suitcases POV
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The whispers keep talking to me. What is wrong with me?
"You know what you did."
"Its your fault, Suitcase."
"You killed them."
"N-no I did not!" I said out loud, sitting up.
"̩́Y̜̤̻̖̪ͅo͚͎̥͍̟̙͠ù̥̟̞̬̰̙̗ ̘̼̣n͝o̺ͅt͖͓̪i͏̲c̞̟e͓͚̦̲͍͔͖͜d͏ t̜h̷͖̭e̸ ̗̘̯̫̮͍ͅb̦̣̖̺u̵m̢̙̣͇ͅp̰͘ ̟̠b̜̦̼e̴f̘̩̦͔̟̳̞o̢̪̟̺̱͎̟͇r̩͔̠̼̜e̻̞̫͇ ̙̝̫̘̼͟ͅa͞n̡͕͈̖̥̩̮y̸͈͔͕o̷͖n̺̱͎̗͎̘͟e̸ ͖̫̪̖̯e̯̯̩̣l̬̩͎̪̦̦s̬̮̜͔͈̥̹e̴͖͍̻ ̶̭͙͍͎͓d͖͖̤̲i͉̻͟d͙̠͙̝̙́.̜̜̩͍̳͍̲ ̩̰̙͜Y͍̠̺̕ơ̠͎̬u̜͔̹̗̺̘̰͜ ̩̥d̼̼i͓͉̳͍̮̗d̢̳͉̦͖n'͢t͈͇̞̤̲̥ ̺̞s̰a̬̩̹̼y̯̙͙͎͇̫͢ ̭̱̞̣̱̳any̷͉̼͚͎t͍̻͇h͏i̡n͠g̥.̥̞́"̥
"I d-didn't know what to do!"
"̤Y̴o͇ú̠̜͖ ͚̜̖̮̦́d͚̳i̠̰̺̮̪̣d̻̀n̩͔͉̻'̶t̷̯̻͇ͅ ̩̗ḥ̶i͎t̩͚͕͉́ ̴͙͔͖t̳̻͍̞ḩ̭̬͓̬͕̙̺e͇ͅ ̝̫̪̞͎͉s̷t̷̺̖̤r͇̲͉̬a̴̼̥n̳̩̗͇̤g̲͍̮̠̗͘ͅè̙̣͖r͈̮̫̻ ̶͙͚̻t͓̺̙̖͖͇̰o͎̜͕̲͔ ͙̙͇̙s̮a͔̘̲͉̹̖v̦͈̮̰̖e̥͇̱͠ ͏͔y͕̰o̲̩̘͙͖̤̳u̦͖̦͙͇̱r̤̣̻̘̭̘ ̙͈̞o̷̝̙͓̺ͅͅw̦̠͈͇n̦͉̩͡ ͔̺̘̺͇̬̻́b̺͙̺̳̝l̴̙̫̣̦o̸̠͚̲o̶d҉̣̱.͚̥̮"̥̮̱̪ͅ
"Briefcase went crazy!" I yelled at the point of tears. The room was growing darker, and I saw two black shapes appear, enraged and disappointed. They turned to normal colors, and I realized it was them. I cried.
"T̸̺̻h͕̖͝e̷̜̗̬̙̮ỵ̣̱͉ ̠͓̩͡h͇͝a̵͈͙͚̱͙t̸̮̪͖͕̘ḛ͍͉̯͉͕͡ ̭yo̭̰͍̲̥̭u̞͇͍̣̩̭͈,̰̼͕͍͖͍͇ ̧a̮̙̤͎̟͜ṇ̮͚̩̭̻ͅd̸͔ ̷̳̫̗s̻̫͙̥o̬̦̟̣̻̟ ̛͉̗̫̝d͉̙̼̼̭ͅoe̗͔̗̻͈̗̬s͚̣̺̦͟ ̢͈̺̘̗̩h̺͚̥e͏̙̰̟̩̩̝̻." A third shape appeared, revealing itself to be Nickel. I coughed, trying to look away, but I can't.
E̶̢̯͍̱̠̭̳̣̫̙͟ ̴̡̞̬̩͍̲̬̰͖̝̫̯̺͜ͅv̷̩͉̤̞̻͖̯̙̲̥̪̣̱̀͜͢͠ͅ ̧̧̠͓͎̤̦̞̹͖̗̟̘̱̠̭͟ͅe̴͝͏̸̰͔̺̩͖̣̩̯ ̸̷̨͎͓̬̖͎̪̰̙̣͖͓͈̻̱̫r͍̫̯̪̣̻̼̞̤̗̭̕͜͟ ҉̤͙̬͖̼̼̠̬̺͔͍͉͖̬̪̰̟ͅy̸̙͍̱̭̟̰̝͔̼̦̬͎͖̗̳ͅ ̷̵̴̨̝̱̫͍̠̥̻͞o̸͝҉̺͔͕̘̰̻͔̰̯͉͍̼̮͓ ̨͚͖̥͉̪͍̹̀̕͠ͅn̵҉̼͖͙̥̦͖̜̦͇̺̣ ͏̣̱͍̣̻͜e̷̶̢̛͉̙̦̹̥͚͈͝ ̡̲̪͎̼͙̯̺̜̮̲͇͉̺̭̹̪͟͞ ̵̡̱̝͇̙͠ͅḨ̀͏̙͎͕̼̭̼̦̪͕̦̗͕̰͍͚ͅ ̧͜͡͏̘͙͍̣a̵̴͈̻̹͇̕͜͝ ̢̠̫̺̳̗͖̕͢͝ͅt҉̷̨̨̙̺̱̺̖͢ ̶҉̷̧̛̫̰̲̬̠̹̻̫̥e҉҉̵͚͕̫̰̜̩̠͞ ҉̸̪̝̗̦̬̠̰̤͢s̵҉͈̬̝̙̻͕̩̤ ̶̢͕͖͕̞̣̥̦͕̬̗̙̱̳ ̶̧̀͞͏͚̟͚̺̹̼͕̖̫̥͍̜̱̠̥͔̺Y̡̦̹̖͇͎͉͎̲̙͉̮̥̲͖̙͟͝ͅ ̺͎͙̫̻͖̕͜͟o̧͉͓̹̗͍̞̹̲̤̩̻͉͕͓͟͞ ͠͏̡̨̡̺̼̘̖̥̳͇̻̺ứ̵̢͚͇̩̫̫͙̙̪̖̭͍̲͔͍̝̖ͅ ̸̰̗̩͇̣͓̫͕̪̠̕͜͝͝,҉̵̠̳̭͔̭͈͍̫̰̪̹̭̬̰͍̺̫͞ ͝҉҉̬̠̟ͅ ҉̨̢̧͇̫̭̖̦̳Ş̡̲̳̭̝̼̩̝̙̦̼̻̪̦ ̨̨͍͉͎̦̳̼͜ų̴̭̗̹̦̩̣̭̖̠̹̦͍̮ͅ ͏̴̙̝̜̱̟͘ͅi̵͝҉̵͍̺̤̠̟̩̣̮͓̫̦͢ ͜҉͎̟̮͓́t̢̡̗͖͎͔̭̠͓̩́͠͝ ̡̬̞̟̬̞͇̜́͡͞ć̠̮̫̹̮̩̦̳̥̱̮̼͈͖̳͕͈͜ ͠҉̡̼͔͓̞͠a̵̡̟͈̻̠͈̭̰̲͕̱̳͘͝͝ ̛҉̫͓̹̗̙̹̲͔̖͇͙̦͔̦̭̳̣s͏̘̟͔̙̫̣̜̼ͅ ̨̼̮̖̣͔̞̭͖̕ȩ̸͓̥̦̦͎͚͎̲̬̩̭͔͈̰͜͞ ̛҉̖̩͉͇̰̹͚̱̬̞͓̤̩̥̩̘̙̀͡.̵̨̞̜͎̗͓͙̖̀"̞̦̺̹̣̮͍͙̥͙͟͡
I get up, running downstairs, and I go to the door. I run into someone, snapping me out of that 'episode'.
"S-Suitcase are you ok?" I look up, seeing Balloon staring at me, concerned.
"D-did you not hear them?"
"Hear what?"
"T-the voices!" Tears we're streaming down my face.
"A-are you ok?" He asks again.
"...I-I'm going crazy aren't I?" I say, shakily laughing.
"N-no! It's just that... you aren't doing well mentally right now.." He hugs me, calming me down, "Neither of us are."
"I-I'm sorry."
"Don't be, it's not your fault."