They found you.

Finally.

✨ Glisten was the first through the static veil—his sparkles dimmer now, his glow flickering, desperate. His hands tremble, still stained with hope.

🔎Rodger followed, usually all charm and cackles—but not today. His hat’s crushed in one hand. The other? Reaching for you, slow, cautious.

And then—they see you.

You.

Curled in a corner. Ichor dripping down your chin like a child's spilled jam. Your eyes—still yours, but not completely. You twitch when they speak. You laugh—but it’s too high, too hollow. Almost a giggle. Almost a scream.

✨ “No... no no no...” Glisten whispers, falling to his knees. Her voice cracks. The glitter falls from his hair like dying embers. “You weren’t supposed to... you said you'd stay you—”

🔎Rodger doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

He just stares.

🔎“They didn’t just touch you... they got inside.” His voice is wrong. Flat. “You’re... leaking.”

You reach for him. Fingers stretch too long. One eye lags behind the other. Still—you say his name.

✨ Glisten sobs. Not cute cartoon sobs. Real ones. Ugly. Raw. He presses his hands to your face—and pulls back with black ichor on his palms.

🔎“Can we fix it?” he chokes out.

✨ “We’re too late.”

🔎“NO—!”

🔎Rodger crashes to the ground. He turns, punching the air like it might reverse time. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SAFE!”

Your body spasms. You smile. It's not yours.

✨ Glisten clutches you tight, even as your bones bend the wrong way.

“I don’t care what’s left... I’m staying. Even if you forget us... even if you laugh while we scream...”

🔎Rodger kneels beside you both.

“Then we’ll break with you.”