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The next time Party came to, the first thing he registered was that something felt wrong.
In his head.
He couldn’t explain. He just knew that there was something there that felt completely foreign, and he hated it.
Party thought back to the last thing he could remember before waking up.
He hated it.
He didn’t want it to be real.
He didn’t want to believe that Ghoul, almost completely unprompted from Korse, had taken the blade from that monster’s hands and driven it immediately into Party’s arm.
It was so unlike him.
But Party’s memory was clear, and he had no reason to doubt his memories.
His train of thought was cut off as the door to his room opened abruptly, and Ghoul was shoved inside with a grunt before the door shut quickly behind him.
“Party, thank god you’re okay-” Ghoul started, his eyes wide, but the redhead cut him off.
“How could you?” he asked, his voice disgustingly pitiful. “Why didn’t you resist?” His voice broke. “I thought you cared about me."
Ghoul’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. “Party, what are you talking about? I just made one small incision, and it was to protect you from Korse!”
“No, no, you’re lying,” Party shook his head frantically. “You betrayed me. I remember.. I remember…”
“I’m so, so sorry,” Ghoul said, his voice raw and genuine. “But please, you have to trust me. You have to believe me. You know BLI likes to fuck with people’s minds, don’t you realize that they could have planted a false memory?”
Party wanted to fight him. He hated the thought that the things in his head didn’t belong to him. His mind was supposed to be safe, reliable. What would he do if he couldn’t even trust his own memories?
But it made sense.
It would explain the strange feeling he had woken up with, the panicked feeling that something was out of place.
It would explain Ghoul’s sudden betrayal.
“I believe you,” Party whispered, eyes filling with tears. “I believe you.”
Ghoul rushed forwards, wrapping his arms around Party and squeezing him tightly. It was then that the redhead realized he was no longer restrained, so he wrapped his arms around the other man and reciprocated the hug with vigor.
“I’d never hurt you,” Ghoul sobbed. “Never on purpose. I promise.”
Party Poison believed him. He trusted the man in his arms with his whole heart.
And now that he knew BL/ind could plant things in his mind, that trust would never be broken.
Fun Ghoul was the only link to sanity that Party had left.