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I couldn’t even register it was happening before it occurred, my vision blurring for a moment before portions of the room turned from the padded daycare it was before and into the hellscape my body was trapped in for… months? A few weeks?
I can’t remember, anymore. I knew I was surrounded by my friends, but when I try to locate them with my eyes, all I see are those stupid fucking endoskeletons I made during my “break.” I can feel my eyes vibrate as the task of breathing becomes increasingly tedious the more this goes on. I reach for my neck, searching for d- Matthew’s wedding band and, upon feeling it, start to fidget with it. I can hear muffled voices around me, but I can only focus on one.
Lollipop.
“I did say we were going to play soon, didn’t I?”
I shake my head. I knew this was coming- but I thought it’d be like before! I thought I’d be knocked out or something- am I? I don’t remember passing out.
I can feel my hands tug on my hair, trying to wake me up but to no avail.
I think faintly I can feel myself crying but it takes a moment to register that I’m actually crying. It’s been so long since I’ve cried that the feeling is foreign.
I jump at the feeling of something touching my shoulders. Upon looking at them, it’s one of the bots. I hear a scream and feel my throat vibrate as my arms flail and push them away. One of the smaller ones jumps into my lap and lies down, cementing themselves and attempting to ground me. They also are tapping my leg softly. I can feel my expression soften as I recognize one of the songs from when I was putting Vi together. I look down and, yep, it’s them. Their eyes are filled with worry but they continue to tap the song.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My eyes stop vibrating and, when I open my eyes, more of the figures are my friends again.
The hands on my shoulders turned out to be Davy. He’s applying a gentle pressure; enough to help keep me grounded, I hope. There’s hands also pulling my own away from my hair and, upon inspection, it’s Blank. His eyebrows are raised and his usually half-lidded eyes are fully open and aware.
I take a shaky breath and close my eyes again, resting my head on Vi’s. I can feel my muscles shaking and can hear voices, yet my tired mind can’t focus on them. I’m so tired.
“Yes, you are.” Lollipop.
Fuck. My eyes snap open and my breathing accelerates. The helping hands are, once again, the metallic husks.
I can’t keep up with my breathing and, I suppose, I pass out.
“No, no! It’s supposed to be playtime! We’re supposed to be playing! Give him back!”
My eyes snap open and I sit up fast, regretting the decision instantly as the room around me spins. I can hear myself groan as I grab my head to steady it.
Once settled, I look around and spot a glass of water, my meds, and my family; here to pick up the aftermath. I can’t help but feel a smile creep out as a warmth blooms in my heart.
I may not be okay for a while, but I’ll get there.