He looked at me for a moment as he straightened his trench coat before pulling a chair from the darkness and sitting on it in front of me. Although the bandage covered most of his expressional features I could tell from him being silent that he was somewhat intrigued by me. "But....this...is..fun?" He asked slowly and I sighed. "no..no this isn't..".
I looked up at him and sighed. "i-i can't do this anymore..." I said shakily and on the verge of crying. As tears dripped off my chin he leaned over and wiped them with his thumb. This made me look up at him. Then he stood and untied me then sat and sighed, to thinking I might run. I stayed in place but did not go near him as my trust for him had to build again. As he looked at me and saw me not running, I sat a little closer. "C-can I not call you SCP you know what...I hate it...I-I'm gonna call you Blondiplier instead.". He stared and nodded as I reached for his bandage gently. Moving away Blondiplier stood and frowned, I think he must have thought I wanted to harm him. "hey, I-it's okay.." I said in a soft tone. " I just want to look..please...?". He sat and sighed as he let me unwrap it.
My eyes widened. "What did they do to you..?" I said and he looked down. His eyes were red and bloody as if acid or a chemical had been poured on them. His eyes were permanently closed so they would not be harmed by light. Blondiplier looked up at me as his bottom lip quivered. "...freak..show....." Blondiplier spoke in a sad tone. "...I'm....a..freak...show..." His words he choked on tumbled out in one go as he began to cry. It must have stung his eyes. I sat there as tears slipped down my face. Even if he wasn't himself I still hated seeing him cry..
I sat close and put my arms around him tight in a warm embrace. He stopped moving but still cried. I fear this is the first human or social interaction he has had in a while...