10: “What the #### is skibity toilet?” I lean back. “It’s pronounced ‘skibidi’, and I have no idea.” Joe answered, doing the same action as me. God, people are so messed up. I feel a bit hungry. I wave goodbye to Joe and get up from the couch. I walk over to the refrigerator and search through it. I see various limbs and guts in a random container, but I know that’s for Brown, so I don’t freak out this time. Stupid voidspawn. Despite not being scared - just looking at it makes me lose my appetite. I let out a disgusted groan and started dragging myself back to my room. I hate this. Joe’s voice snapped me out of my daze of hunger. “Hey,” He started, grabbing my attention immediately. “I don’t think it's schizophrenia. It's probably a severe case of PTSD.” I consider his words. I may have all the knowledge that's accessible in my universe, but I don’t know much about disorders. With my head always being fuzzy, I can’t really think much. I just nod tiredly. I clutch onto a nearby wall. “So…dizzy…” I mutter out. I can feel my horns curling - it's painful. I can faintly hear the front door open, Brown walks in. “Sup guys-! Woah.” He stops in his tracks. I understand why - I must look so nauseous. He cautiously walks closer to me, eyeing me up and down. He looks deeply concerned and confused. I expected him to just- I don’t know, ignore it and talk about something else? Whatever, he’ll forget about it all later. Him putting his hands on my cheeks made me freeze in my tracks like he did a few seconds ago. He moved my face around, almost like trying to make sure it was real. “So…you really are…” he trailed off, his hands moving from my face to my torso as he pulled me into a hug. I feel something soften up inside of me. Brown…he’s…small…pathetic…just a little child…I have to protect him. The dangers of the world, the universe, Void. He can’t handle all this, can he? I hug him back, rubbing his back. My grip on his back suddenly tightens as I remember the incident with Void. Brown…he actually ####### stood up for me. He cares about me. He truly does…Everyone here does. I thought…I was being used…I felt tears start streaming down my face as I remember everything they've done for me. The meals Jeff cooked, The times Joe invited me to watch a show with everyone, The fact that Brown sticks by my side no matter what, and Leo - well, he’s a pretty scary ####### dog. I don’t give two ####'s if he’s a “small sausage dog”, he could probably beat me in a fight. I can feel the eyes on me. My legs are getting weak. I collapse in Brown's grip as I start crying hysterically again.
11: I watch as Cosmo starts crying hysterically. My ears fold back. I look around at the other two panicking. I can feel some panic rising in myself. My tail flicked as I remembered last night - how I comforted him - how I held him like my own. I can feel myself tense. I watched silently as Brown struggled to keep Cosmo upright. Cosmo…he used to be so independent…but this phase is the time he needs us the most. In this gang, we stick together. No one gets left behind. I escaped out of my frozen state as I cautiously walked over to Cosmo. Brown looked up at me, pure panic in his eyes. I remain indifferent. I gently take Cosmo from Brown's arms. I can hear Cosmo repeatedly muttering “I'm sorry” under his breath. The #### does he mean? Whatever. I drag him over to the panic room. The panic room is a fun little thing I call the spare room. We normally use it to calm down. It's just an empty space. Perfect. I set him down on the mattress and turned on the light. I gently close the door behind myself. This is fine. Right? I think to myself, as I prepare myself to walk away. Something stops me. I look back at the door. My heart aches. Why? now you guys are fully up to date ^^
