(THOMAS POV)

You need those pills. They keep you sane. They keep you interactable. That’s what he told you, at least.

But lately… people told you they were worried. About what? You were fine! Just fine with the meds. The WORLD was fine! That’s what you thought. The meds ran out, you saw reality. And… you weren’t sure if you wanted to keep taking them. Sure, Flameguy’s son was gone but that wasn’t the only thing. You weren’t fine. And that wasn’t fine… they told you so.

But he just had to intervene.

Skittles… or- well, Soren, had a hold on your mind. He took a step closer. He held the meds out to you, almost hoping you’d take them. Was he even real? You didn’t know. Everything was somewhat blurry and spinning…

“Come on Thomas! Take the meds! You know what’s best for you!! They’re important, didn’t you tell Flameguy that?? I have them right here for you! ^w^”

Skittles only grinned wider. He jingled the bottle around. But… did you need them? You didn’t take them, you didn’t know whether or not to take them. Not after what everyone said. Not after what you realized. Not after-

“Thomas. Take the meds. ^w^”

Skittles gripped the bottle a little tighter. He took a step closer, pushing the meds to your mouth. Almost forcing it into your mouth. … he just wanted to keep you happy. Keep you alive. Keep you from dying. HEALTHY. HAPPY. OBLIVIOUS. A HABROMANIAC.