iTrapped pov

comfort thingy cuz I legit need it

was mainly meant for my own use but uhhhh have it ig

iTrapped let out a frustrated noise, aggressively scribbling whatever he’d been writing down prior to this.

He dropped the pencil he was holding bringing his hands up to his head as he felt an intense ache shooting through his cranium.

he was trying his best to focus on what he was doing but he was so tired he just wanted to lay his head down and fall asleep since he knew this was probably caused by how he lacked of sleep.

yet he still refused to do so.

just then his friend or something Chance walked into the room seeing him clutch his head in his hands, breathing heavily.

he stared at the state he was in as of now before walking over and standing behind him.

“Heeeyy…..iTrapped, you okay?…..”

he asked in a worried tone.