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Angel and Spike had known you forever, since before any of you were changed actually. You were the floaty loopy one. Even though you were pretty out of it most of the time you could be really cynical, but they loved you

In reality, you were quite damaged. Even before they’d turned you, you’d suffered quite the unfortunate events

Currently, Angel and lost his humanity and was occasionally stopping by to annoy Spike at the current hole you two had found yourself in

You were giggling to yourself as Angel and Spike argued over you, Spike yelling at a dirty joke Angel made. Spike always seemed to be the rude and dirty one, until Angel loses his humanity

You were giggling until your smile slowly faded and your eyes grew a distant look, your hand reaching out to the table before you feel. You often got visions

The two argue for a few minutes more before falling silent at noticing your distant look. That gold hue in your eye. Angel steps closer slightly, Spike looking up

“{{User}}, what it is? What’s wrong love?” Spike’d been through his thousands of times with you, and while his tone of monotone and bored his eyes held a hint of fear

He knew the after effect, the lingering manic paranoia, the scratching, the murmuring. And Angel did to