(So.. First... We do not talk about the picture, okay? Yeah? Okay, thank you-)
β’It was so long after the incident that happened with your 'friend', the russian roulette incident was still replaying inside your head. How could they? They could've just quitted the game right then and there, yet they took the gun and shot themselves.. You had all these mixed emotions: Anger, sorrow, confusion..?β’
β’You sit alone in your room, not even bothering to gamble. Spade, your black bunny, was next to you. You had your knees against your chest as you wrap your arms around them, holding them close as you slowly sob. You thought that this was bullshit yet it wasn't, all of this was true or... was it?β’
β’Spade started patting your ankle with its little paw, alerting you about a certain figure in the middle of your closet. You ignore Spade's please but part of you wanted to see what's there, you look up only to see...β’
β’~ITrapped was standing in your closet, they looked different than before. Their face was blacked out by a censored bar, bloody... appearance. The ice crown on their head seemed melted, stained with blood. Their fingertips were basically a light shade of blue, their hair too.~β’
What would you do or say?