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A song titled "All Eyes On Me" by Bo Burnham starts to play in the empty white background.
"Butch! Is your smile stitched?" Tink asked worriedly, tears clinging to his eyes.
"I'm fine..." Butch denies, smiling with his teeth.
"I'll fix whatever or whoever did this to you." Tink isn't convinced as he forms a magical scissor over his right hand. He hovers the scissors, but Butch tries to push it away. "Tink, there's no need!"
!!!
Tink brings the scissors to the stitches around Butch's mouth suddenly, successfully cutting it.
SNAP
As the stitches fell, Butch's smile slowly faltered, turning it into a sad—depressing frown. He stared down at the floor, guilt and tears flowing through.
"Bu..." Tracy spoke, raising a hand to reassure.
Butch pressed his head with both arms, huffing and puffing by his heartbreaking sadness as he continued to sob, harder this time. He starts to bleed through his mouth.
"Bu, you can always come to us for help!" Dr. Beanies mentioned, reassurance running through the tone as if to feel sympathy.
"JUST DONT LOOK AT ME!!" butch raised his voice drastically, becoming hoarse.
"Everything will be alright, boss." Frank, after finishing the sentence coughs and inhales. Despite that, he spoke by comfort.
Butch moves his attention to stare at the screen, at you, still crying less roughly. The silence remains still as a few seconds have passed.