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Charlie is losing his mind. He knows it.
Wilbur and Phil just left his exile island. It makes his heart drop whenever he thinks about the incident that happened minutes prior – him saying Tallulah could be in hell.
He hates the fact he couldn't keep his mouth shut. He needs to start keeping things to himself. Seeing Wilbur's hurt expression made him want to sob .
Baghera only left a few minutes ago. Well, they both went to spawn, took a photo of 'bad parent's, and then went their own ways.
He wishes Baghera had stayed a bit longer. The silence is so loud and deafening, though at the same time quiet as a mouse.
It's painful. His skull feels horrid, it might be just because he's clawing at his head though. He's digging his nails into his skin, drawing blood that drips down the sides of his head.
Charlie leans against the waystone, biting his lip to hold back sobs that tore at his throat.
His mind feels fuzzy. Something is whispering the words 'Command.', though it's very faint.
Earlier, when he was in El Cielo De Las Tortugas, his brain felt fuzzy too. It felt like he was being possessed or something like that.
It hurt when he had tried to leave the turtles, like claws were digging into his skin and forcing him back in. It was a similar feeling when Wilbur had said he could leave the corner.
"Can- Can you say I 'may' leave?" Charlie asked, frowning.
Wilbur nodded, "You may leave!"
"I accept it."
The voice was so clear when he heard it. It was like someone else was in his body, directing him.
(Wasn't it like that with Gegg?)
Charlie moved his hands so they weren't digging into his head anymore, dropping to his sides. Blood trickled down onto the sides of his cheeks, slightly into his ears.
Where is Flippa? Where is his daughter, the one who saved his life, his beautiful huevo daughter?
He needs to see her, he's losing himself. She's the only thing keeping him sane-
Footsteps made his head snap over to his left, and his eyes widened.
There stood Juanaflippa, in all her glory.
"Flippa!" He yelled, running over to her and opening his arms. "Oh my beautiful huevo-"
Juanaflippa smiled, narrowly dodging his hug. She held up a sign that read 'h1 d@d!' [hi dad!]
His smile slightly dimmed at her not hugging him, but it was replaced by a bigger one when he read the sign. "Oh, hi Flippa! Do- Do we have tasks today? Or is it a sit back day?"
'N0ne! W3 can r3l@x!' [None! We can relax!]
Charlie nodded, "Okay- Okay, that's fine. We can just-" He got cut off by a strike of pain going through his body, and Flippa looked at him strangely.
"That was weird." He hummed, "Well, what do you wanna do? I let you sleep in today."
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Charlie just put his daughter to bed about ten minutes ago. She had said he didn't need to sleep next to him that night, though it didn't stop him from doing it.
What if something hurt her – it was possible for somebody to sneak in at night and plunge a sword into her body. That specific thought made his mind spiral.
Someone could maybe even take her, replace her with their missing child. If someone were to do that, he would tear them to shreds. He didn't care if their kid was missing, Juanaflippa was his kid.
He couldn't let that happen. No one could ever take her away from him, not after she had died twice (three times, if he counted the death from neglect.).
Charlie would – and will – doing anything to make sure she doesn't leave again. Hell, he'd do anything for her even if it didn't involve him protecting her.
If she wanted him to kill someone, he'd do it. If she wants food, he will get it. If she wants him to kill everyone on the island except the two of them, he will do it without hesitation.
Why would he hesitate doing things for her? He just wants her to be happy.
Charlie sighed, kissing Juanaflippas head, and going over to the ladder. "I love you, Flippa. Goodnight." He whispered, smiling at her.
He climbed up the ladder, immediately letting out a screech that he didn't know he had in him. It made his body go limp, dropping on the wood floor. He let out another screech, digging his nails into his skin. It sounded robotic, yet like a failing machine.
He hoped Juanaflippa stayed asleep. Hopefully, he wasn't being that loud with his screams. Liquid dripped over dried blood, making him scream even louder. His body felt like it was burning.
"STOP. NO. COMMAND. STOP. NOT ALLOWED."
Like tape was sealed over his mouth, it slammed shut. He tried opening his mouth to scream again, though nothing came out.
It made sense. With all his screaming, Flippa might have woken up. That would've been bad – he shouldn't have even been screaming in the first place. He could have interrupted her sleep.
That wouldn't have been okay, she needed her rest. Him screaming wasn't good, he shouldn't have done it, it wasn't that painful!
(The feeling of his vocal cords being used like that hurt so badly. Something was tearing at his throat.)
Standing up, he decided to go back down to Flippa. Yeah.. That'd be best. He needed to make sure she was okay and didn't wake up.
Climbing down the ladder, he let out a sigh of relief when he saw Flippa hadn't woken up. It was a miracle.
Flippa in herself was a miracle, actually.
He sat down next to her, wincing at the blood sliding down his face. It wasn't that serious, he could deal with it. Besides, he didn't matter in the moment - what mattered was Flippa.
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BagheraJones: did anyone else hear that?
Ph1lzA: ye, what was it?
Fit: sounded like a screech..?
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(He can't breathe. His brain feels so clouded with unintelligible thoughts.)