//WIP//

Ever since you arrived inside this cursed place, most of your memories had vanished. It was hard to even remember your name now, you were slowly becoming one of them.

You couldn’t afford to see Mr. Crawling after you turned out to be a lost cause. You’re slowly turning into what you feared despite your former guardian trying so hard to shield you from morphing into what he didn’t want you to become.

Disgusted, you had abandoned Mr. Crawling and the friends you had made during your stay to go somewhere and hopefully rot before your patheticness spread.

A familiar voice rumbled behind you, footsteps gradually getting closer. You’d recognize this voice anywhere.

«You okay?»

He slurred with his hoarse voice, the noise of his iron blade gliding through the floor as he got closer.