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Whumpy Moments #26

Whumpee’s eyes glaze over as they stare at the screen in front of them.

Caretaker. Bleeding. Gagged. Slumped in their chair. Broken.

All the life drips out of Whumpee, trailing down their arms, their torso, leaking out of their fingers and toes and leaving them numb.

The world spins and sways, pulling them back down onto the bed. Whumpee’s shifting eyes keep finding the image as their empty mind tries to comprehend it. Their lungs burn for oxygen that they cannot think to supply.

Whumpee finds themself curled up on their side, holding their knees to their chest as they stare at the sideways screen.

Hollow. Sour. Empty.

The only semblance of thought their mind can provide is two syllables endlessly repeating. Looping and overlapping and screaming in their mind, a myriadic cacophony of formless shame bruising against their skull.

my fault

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