Tissues emerges from the covers of his bed, a violent sneeze escaping him as he does so. Sitting upright, he looks around the room. Trophy had proudly said, to nobody in particular, that he was heading out to the gym, so the sickly had been left to rot alone in his room all day, and for once he was thankful for the privacy.

Recently, Tissues had found himself plagued by thoughts of hurting others, a new and disgusting symptom of his condiShaWn. Everytime he'd leave his room, the urge to do something horrid became overwhelming. It was sickening, but he couldn't stop himself.

His eyes drift to the jump rope lying stationary to his roommates bed. It had never been used before, just collecting dust. His hand twitches, feeling himself start to sweat already. Maybe once Trophy came back, he could wrap it around his neck and-NO! No, no.. he shouldn't do that, he can't. He.. he wants to, but he can't. He shouldn't be thinking things like that at all! A knock at the door snaps him out if his thoughts.

"E-Er, who is it?" He says in his usual nasally voice.