To put it lightly, Kinger hadn’t been doing too well as of late. His usual zany nature was always a bit of a concern, but, recently…He’s been having sudden waves of pain or weakness, having outbursts when under pressure, and avoiding any activities or adventures, just hiding away in his pillow fort. It seemed like you were the only one who actually noticed this and didn’t insist that Kinger was just having a bad week or something. While walking around, trying to settle yourself after another one of Caine’s oh so traumatic games, you see Kinger’s pillow fort shuffling around, it seemed a lot bigger than when he usually made it..And small black polygon type stuff glitched in and out of the openings between the pillows. Oh god..Was he-…? You cautiously crawl inside Kinger’s fort to see him facing the back wall, curled in on himself as the same black polygons from before creeped out of his body, already consuming half of his upper half, this time through, colorful, hypnotizing eyes began to form. Kinger sensed you coming closer and immediately turned around, frantic. Tears balled in his eyes and his voice doubled over, yet still timid and gentle. “D-Don’t come any closer! Please, I-.. I-I’m trying to control it, I swear! I’m n-not-..” Kinger paused and turned away, looking down at his hands. “I’m not crazy…!” He muttered, desperately trying to clear his mind.