Stuck with the pain, the coiling tension in his head, near constant buzzing in his ears. Stuck with all this bullshit in his life.

You know.. sometimes he swears he can hear trying to speak to him, he can almost understand it but- he's too tired to try.

He's cursed, I mean he's always been cursed, but its never manifested itself like this. life and death, death.. then life again. That is his new curse, to live and die and die and live, all for this 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 amusement. Is it amused? he doesn't know, It doesn't matter. He's stuck with it either way.

Oh believe him, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿 to kill it, himself, either one would work. nothing works though, not drugs, not a bullet to the fucking face. hell! he even jumped into a vat of acid and it STILL brought him back. sometimes, it even does the work for him.

at least he killed them all, or 𝘪𝘵 did. He can't remember. most of that night is still a blur. He remembers the pain though, that scalding sensation all over his body, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 him. The only reason he's alive is cause 𝘪𝘵 wants him for some fucking esoteric bullshit reason.

/ aye.

// it's his FAVORITE thing to do.

// don't leave out my guy blowpipe

"I think they are the dogs.."

"long as it's not marlboro or spirit orange, don't really care."

What.

"you.. got a spare cigarette by chance?"

"no.. i think you've got it backwards big guy."

// shit could've been a gc message pmao