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vitalasy was forcing him into a corner.
planet’s back was against the wall, their eyes glued to vitalasy’s hunched over figure who watched their every move.
vitalasy moved in jerky motions, stalking towards him. his face was almost completely obscured by the shadow from his hood, his eyes glinting in the sunlight. he was angry— no, he was livid. maybe planet went a little far with antagonizing him (planet would argue that they still had a point though).
“stop running.” vitalasy ordered, taking it step-by-tedious step crowding planet into the corner. planet could hear the snarl in his words.
planet was in another box, another prison— this situation was familiar, too familiar.
he couldn’t have it happen again.
he can’t.
planet opened his mouth to speak, failing to push the past the lump in his throat. he couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t help but think back to months ago, in the first prison.
planet remembered it too vividly. jaron’s fist colliding with their jaw. pulling back their arm after jaron’s limp body hit the ground. the fear they had pushed down. the dread that them and jaron would be trapped forever. the panic of bacon’s plan potentially failing. the possibility of bacon being trapped with them in the stupid fucking obsidian box with no way to escape.
planet hadn’t felt this way since then. distantly, he wondered if this was along the same vein of fears that he had witnessed eat zam alive time and time again.
“i can’t have this happen again.” planet choked.
he thought he was past this. he thought he was over what happened in the prison. the suffocation in his chest said otherwise.
“then stop running.” vitalasy replied coldly.
planet defenselessly raised their hands to their chest, palms facing vitalasy as he curled in on himself. “okay, okay, relax.” planet shakily inhaled, ignoring the pricks of tears in his eyes. he looked up at vitalasy who stood in front of them, towering. “i’ll stop.” planet swallowed. his heart continued to thud against his chest rapidly. “let’s talk.”