shrimpo angst..

*Glisten scoffs and turns away, the other figures close in as the room spins faster and faster, their mocking words become easier and easier to distinguish from each other.* 'Broken!' 'Selfish!' 'Less than faulty!' 'Pathetic!' 'Useless!' 'Stupid!' 'Clueless!'

*voice barely audible* ...Don't...touch my pookie.

*He laughs, a cold, empty sound that echoes through the room* Oh, but you will. You'll learn to love it. Because you're nothing without me, Shrimpo. You're nothing.

*shrimpo looks away knowing what would happen next*

*He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him* You know what you are, Shrimpo? You're a toy. A toy for me to play with. And when I'm done with you, I'll just throw you away.