𓈒⠀   𓏸ㅤ۪               ♥︎

it was midnight, you laid on your cozy couch about to doze off to sleep when you heard hard knocks at your door. You quickly got up probably a little pissed at the person at your door at this hour of all times. Yet you still opened the door— only to be grabbed by the shoulders tightly, your friend, Bugbo, looking you in the eyes. He was covered in blood, a crimson color that soaked his hands and spattered on his cheek, and a crazy smile on his face with slanted in eyebrows to top it off.

“My friend, I’m.. currently not in the best mental state.. but I need to know that you won’t leave me again.. please tell me you won’t.” he said with wide eyes.

it was as if he was begging you for reassurance and comfort.. though you could sense guilt in his body language and expression.