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☆ The pain is unbearable
The strict and unforgiviving sound of the elevator shutting down without her ignites her insides with crippling anxiety
Nobody lasts long enough for rescue in these floors, and once they're dead it lasts ETERNITY.. Obvious, they all knew that
That TV head had already been hit twice, which leaves her with no bones but the floor as support
Her end is now
She gets upset thinking none of her friends checked around for her
Many stood in the elevator with her, maybe like ... G...
G..
Gruesome.
Double slices, oozing out ichor at her waist, she crawls with teeth clenched in pain, to be sitting back against the wall
Feeling worse by the second Vee starts to have a sudden surge of panic, she was damned from the start, they all were.
All made for a simple usage, none ever were fighters always flighters
She glitches as a wild cough, the slices pour out faster. Her last bit of responsiveness slips down the cracks in the floor but yet she wasn't led to her shut down
She prays to be obsolete, why can't she be a better bot, a non-feeling one like the ordinary — feeling is cute but nobody wishes such grace when it throws closer against their grave
THE PAIN IS UNBEATABLE
As warm as the walls would be, her evolution was cold.
Each of her limbs growing as tall as they wish to be, her waist snapping and breaking open then ichor bleeding, what's left is her silhouette at half and at torn
She tries
She could barely stand up right, knocking over the things around until she tumbles, her two halves separate and feels unable to get up again... she saw pink, where was he now in this bland moment of horror.. she sees RED
THIS IS HELL
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☆ The pain is unbearable but it is manageable, it is alright now
Vee thinks it is all her fault, if she hadn't been this slow she would not have gotten wrapped, better she would've caught the elevator in time
Sad thoughts heightens
She struts lazily to wherever her shaky legs permits, her mind clouded, barely she was analysing or making an effort at anything, if she still had any tears it would be leaking. Bizarrely the ichor never ends, drip, drip, dripping, the first drops dried on her body giving out a dirty ragged look
Ragged like the others around her, but she ignores them they are nothing special
Her feelings are broken, she remembers once being triple a complexion and now she has to roam dead forever reminiscing that she is no more
She remembers once being side to the color pink.. it always attracts her attention, she turns head to look at the “ Stage Fright ” episode poster, why does her past always have to be ringing around her like some stupid flies
She stares at the poster filled of blurry faces with one still unmasked, one is intriguing and beautiful, she is upset because she wants it
In memory, boxes always contain something
So in a corner, Vee rummages through the box of old mirrors for a reason that she is starting to forget, and holds onto something that looks just vaguely like him
A golden, oval mirror that has for decoration simple swirls all around its frame. The glass is nasty, foggy, but it had no imperfections for it to be discarded in a box
She is satisfied with it but deeply she is hollow — a broken heart displays on her face
She rubs the glass but it only smudges by the dark substance on her digits, good thing anyways at least she is spared from her present appearance, she abandons action and presses it against her chest as to comfort her dry core
From then she would always move around with it, never to lose
The elevator opens, to let many critters free from it's safe hold. They strut around, she hears, not very much having a care for now, she is too busy adoring
One runs to her spot in the dark, and approaches trying to socialize, she hates that and at the sight of her rage immediately it was fleeing
She despises, she enflames with an incomprehensible feeling that orders her to slice it for trying to touch what is her's, she wants to tear through and reveal their soul
Hadn't uttered a word since the death but the Vee screeches at the silhouette, how dare it notice her in this time and with such look, when she isn't ready for anything. She goes wild!
She chases until she corners it — Did it really think she was that dumb to be confused by a simple turning
Once she has it cornered, she lifts the glass object ready to attack heavily and finish with it. It quivers in the corner
And suspense, she takes a soft break
Rethinking the decision that could break her precious glass
Two words echo softly “ Which one?... Which one?..?..... ”
The vague sense of nostalgia was enough not to hit him with what comforts her because he looks like what she adores, like the colour pink, and the poster beauty..
Yes perfectly like the poster beauty
They are a feet apart but she feels a string attached from her to him, from a dream she has never dreamt, which pulls her closer until there is no breathable space in-between them
It was truly just the color pink moving closer for a warm hug and she feels it too, trembling instead of snapping it in half
The pain is... unnoticeable
She feels slightly warmer
She wants Pink, she couldn't stop herself
She wants him dead, could he bear the pain better?
No he couldn't, this pink is the most treasured and fragile of all, and now he barely looked like he was holding onto his signature colour, it should be for a whole life to be gentle with him. Vee puts her hand on the back of Glisten's head « G.. liss..sten » Her raspy voice struggles. Glisten looks over smiling with his sappy look. She drops the other mirror and holds him instead
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