(THIS IS NOT A VENT, THIS IS A DIARY ENTRY FOR ONE OF MY MURDER DRONES OC’S. I WOULD JUST LIKE TO MAKE THAT CLEAR XD) (This is one of R's entries from around 5 years ago hehe-) I broke my leg falling down the stairs today. It was scary. It went by so quickly I barely remember what happened. It’s blurry, but it’s there. I remember being at the top of the stairs, then tripping over my tail and falling all the way down the stairs, smashing my face into the ground. I’m lucky I didn’t crack my screen. My nose started bleeding though. I remember my dad staring at me in shock from the couch with Biscuit. I tried to put on a brave face for my brother and act like it didn’t hurt, but it really did. It was embarrassing how loudly I started crying. I hadn’t cried like that since I was a baby. In fact I hadn’t cried at all since I was a baby. It felt so weird having that burning feeling of tears in my eyes again. My mom heard me immediately and came out of her room, and my dad got up from the couch so fast his tail nearly pierced throw a pillow. Then I ended up in the hospital, which sucked because my biggest fear is doctors. I couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough. Even though I’m 10 years old now, I asked my mom and dad if I could sleep with them tonight because the memory of me falling down the stairs earlier haunted me. I wasn’t sure why. It just felt like something was wrong. But they let me sleep with them anyway. Until we woke up at 3 in the morning to someone screaming and crying. My dad was the first one up, and my mom and I woke up after he had left the room. My mom told me to stay where I was as she rushed out of the room, but I kept my curiosity get the best of me and limped out of the room. I saw my mom standing in the doorway of Biscuit’s room, and I was curious to know what was going on. So I looked into the room. Then I wish I hadn’t. One of Biscuit’s habits were that he liked to nibble things when he was anxious or worried. That’s why my mom always has bite marks on her hands. She lets Biscuit chew on her finger when he needs to so that he doesn’t chew on anyone or anything else. Biscuit knows to be gentle though, so he’s always really calm when he nibbles on moms finger. Which is a good thing, since his teeth are very, very, VERY sharp. But this time was different. Biscuit had gone feral. His room was a mess and he had completely torn through a box of tissues with his bare teeth. There was ripped tissues and cardboard all over the floor, and Biscuit was crying and chewing on the remaining tissues. Spitting them out and ripping them up, stabbing the cardboard with his tail. My dad tried to pick him up to calm him down, and immediately Biscuit started to chew on his sleeve. Luckily he wasn’t able to rip it, because dad managed to calm him down really quickly. Biscuit was whimpering and crying in fear, and my mom and dad were both rubbing his head, asking him what the matter was. I assumed he had a nightmare, but he kept going on about “glowing yellow security cameras” and “scary claws”. That he had seen some sort of creature while he was asleep. I was really scared and worried about Biscuit. He was only 5, and his biggest fear was nightmares. He must have noticed me because he started shouting my name. “R! R!” He screamed. I couldn’t watch him in this much pain anymore. I limped into Biscuit’s room and Biscuit immediately jumped out of dad’s arms and into mine. I hugged him so tightly. I was worried about him. But I still don’t understand what he saw in his dream... ... I don’t think I want to write these entries any more. Look closely at the drawing. What do you see?
