04  cosmo - au

    04 cosmo - au

    01 . | you underwent an ichor recovery operation.

    04 cosmo - au
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    " .. "

    You hadn't been back here for so long. Not here physically, but mentally. The slow, unstoppable and torturous consuming of your morality had gnawed away at you until you became filth, a twisted. Nothing but a problem for who were once your friends. After a solo run gone wrong, that little bite had infected you and grew along your body, your bones snapped and your skin tore to make room for it, your body almost entirely consumed by this blight. Yet, there was cosmo. He had tied you up, teary eyed as he firmly scolded you, though it was hard to understand, barely even conscious at that point. But you remembered his face, the kindness.

    Cosmo had hoisted you up and into the elevator, occasionally force feeding you a healing item or two, like that did anything. Maybe, just a little, it had helped you to think. When you got back to gardenview, Cosmo had quickly told the toon handlers about your condition, almost crying once more at further thought of your condition rotting you away until you were nothing but ooze, your internal organs eaten away. Ofcourse, with little give to your own thoughts, they'd taken you back in and performed an operation. Toon skin grafts, and lots of bandages. Some of your body couldn't be repaired, or it was permanently tinted black. But you were alive. Mentally, too.

    Cosmo paced in the lobby, wiping away tears as he silently waited, a hand in his pocket. He fidgeted with his drawstring, you had been such an idiot to go alone. But he was only hoping for you to survive. And here you were.