#hes just a little guy
it’s been so long since i’ve done anything with michael that i forgot he’s constantly in a state of wanting to chew his own leg off. a beautiful molotov cocktail of neuroses and distilled rage. needs to get jumpscared to remember he’s alive ( or unalive ). his blood is just adrenaline and sprite. the absolute state of the beast. unhinged.
TW: grief, unreality – more so than usual for Ellis.
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It has been some time since Ellis came home for good. Today, he had woken from one of his brief, unsteady naps to a silent house. The lights were off. Nic and Felicity were upstairs in bed, but Ellis didn’t sleep in the bed. Ellis slept on the living room floor, as long as nobody was looking. He slept on the blanket that he was supposed to sleep under, curled around the pillow that was meant to support his head. The sofa didn’t let him curl up properly, but he didn’t want the bed. He’d refused.
