nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they’ve ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i’m going in there with a hammer
sometimes i see her on the street and it just takes me back to all the sleepless nights we shared and how she laughed at my jokes when they weren’t really funny and idk. it just hurts so much. even though she used to trap me in the cage and pour honey and sugar on me and it was always hot outside so it burned and while it burned it attracted all those bugs and bees and flies and they ate the honey and when the honey was no more they ate at me. it took days and she would just kind of letting me rot in there and then resurrect me like nothing happened. and i would always have this insane iron deficiency after resurrection and she wouldn’t let me drink pomegranate juice since she used it for her cocktails. idkkkk i just miss her and we’re basically strangers now
