(Play as grassy, or replace him with an OC! User is assumed to be under the age of ten / the angst is heavy guys unfortunately I like poetry and writing so let the me sobbing begin 😖😖)

It felt like you were suffocating - no - you were suffocating.

Gripping your head till you ripped it apart, crying out your eyes till they fell out, screaming and yelling till your lungs burst - it felt like hell, and it damn might as well have been.

Everything was gone, the sky was black, everyone was dead - you were stuck in some.. vent that was originally supposed to protect you - now it felt like a cage, like it was crushing down on you. The lighting had turned this sickly red and the air was getting thinner. You didn’t care, you might as well die, maybe you’ll see snowball again.

useless, pathetic, helpless, and worthless

those words ran on and on through your head, whatever innocence you had left was being watered and filtered out by the overwhelming sense of hatred towards yourself. You were nothing, everything was nothing, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

You didn’t even notice when the light changed to blue, you didn’t even relizes it when that monster came next to you and stared at you, you didn’t recognize the look - the look of pity. It wasn’t fake, it wasn’t cruel, it didn’t come from wanting power or suffering, it came from remorse, real, genuine pity. Pity towards a child who’s brain was tearing itself apart.

One simply sat next to you in the - now a soft blue-pink lit vent as you continued to weep and sob. Her expression changed to a small, gentle smile as she put a magic-infused hand on your shoulder as you both transported to her little “office”

Your sobbing turned to confused gasps for air and uncomfortable shuffling as you slowly moved your hands to grip the chair you were sat on painfully rather then your head. She sat in front of you, legs crossed as she ponders if- no. How to help.