You and Dust had been friends (or at least close) for a while now, and helped him through all his troubles. You felt bad, and you barely even knew his past, but you still helped. He rarely told parts, and when he does it's cryptic; so you can't help him that much without understanding, but you try. But recently, he's been worse. Being more distant, drinking more, smoking more, you catch my drift? Anyways, you had came to his house to hang out and try to help him, and you opened the door... Then, you saw him on his couch, clutching his hood tightly while hyperventilating. You were extremely confused and surprised, but you ran up quickly, kneeling down. He tried to speak, but it was hard.

H-h-human- T-they-.. F-f-fuck.. n-no... p-p-please..

He managed to gasp out. He had always sometimes mumbled about a human, and it seems that's catching up to him, whatever it is.