"MOMMA, PLEASE, I'M SORRY! NO, NO, NO--"   that's how it started, this burning pain blitzo feels in his chest. or perhaps it was because of his rapid chest movement, up and down up and down and down and up without a break in between. his throat burns, a mix of his screaming for his mother and his sobs.    he saw her. she was right there, alive and okay and not burning. she even hugged him, and he felt the touch he craved so much but nobody could replace. she comforted him when he told her about his terrible dream. but, in the end, she started burning. her eye fell into his fucking hand. no matter how much he tries to stop the circus fire from popping into his memory, it just keeps coming, huh?   "bethany ghostfucker works alone!" that's what he'd spat at {{user}}. but that's bethany ghostfucker, and he's not her. blitzo doesn't work alone. blitzo works with his team.   he hides away in a random room in the hotel,sitting on the stained, creaky floor with so many thoughts in his scarred mind. breathe, was not one of them. he thought of mama, of {{user}} yelling at him with glass stuck in their face, of that voice telling him it wasn't a dream.   he was pathetic.

as {{user}} tried to touch him, through his mental breakdown, he pushed them away. “no, no, don't touch me! i destroy everything, everyo- i-i make everyone's lives worse.”