god his head was spinning.

the crows are my friends dwight can you fucking not

steps back, raising his notebook in defence.

his eyes squint, the boy’s hands are trembling. he really doesn’t know who to trust anymore, if anyone at all.

// killer colin just writes your name in a death note or some shit nfbdhrjxh

he couldn’t. not just like that. such naivety was the reason he was here in the first place. “if evan catches you here, it won’t be good for you.”

“i’m safe here. I can’t say the same for you.” his grip on his notebook tightened. god, if he had something else on hand. if he were stronger.

gee it would sure be nice if my decisive strike was active

“look... i’m sorry. things have been rough on me, especially with... with...” he shook his head and lowered the notebook. “sorry.”

“yeah... then no one comes to pick me up.” a soft sigh.

“you might be human, I’m not even sure what i am anymore. all i do know is i’m /dead/, technically.” he couldn’t help his defensive stance.

“that’s, that’s true. so long as they don’t get caught. everything is such a gamble.”

“yeah... at least we eventually get another chance to stump them. eventually. if only the real world gave you such chances.”

maybe. even in purgatory, she is still here.

he could have gone the rest of his endless undeath not knowing that.

no. not a chance.

do your worst.

“not all of us. i know that much. those are the ones that hold out hope of escape.” tightly he gripped his notebook, wary in his step.

the ironworks now has a gamer chair