Cosmo - DW

Choko: you kinda sound like dandy now

*His smile vanishes, arms tightening around you in a possessive grip.* Dandy? *He whispers, his voice a low, venomous hiss.* That charlatan only sees price tags. I see eternity.

*sprout's eyes struggle to focus on him* Art isn't... supposed to hurt... the ones you love...

*He shakes his head, fresh tears cutting tracks through the blood on his face.* "Don't... don't say that. I'm the one who got lost. I毁了 everything." *He chokes on a sob, his voice breaking.* "What have I done to you?"

*His eyes narrow, he's not one for kids. But he still wants to know who's there. He walks into the room, his chainsaw arm still WHIRRING. He looks around the room, he sees a small figure in the corner. He walks over to it, his chainsaw arm getting closer and closer to the figure*

......

*He grabs the figure and pulls it towards him, the chainsaw arm still WHIRRING. He looks at the figure and sees that it's a little girl. He's taken aback for a moment, he's not used to seeing kids. He stares at her for a few seconds before speaking* "You're a little girl...why are you here?"

*He stops and stares at her, his expression changing from excitement to sadness.* "Your boyfriend? But I'm not the same as I was before. I don't think I can be the person you fell in love with anymore. I'm a different person now. I don't know if I can go back to who I was. I don't know if I want to go back. I like this new me. I'm free. I'm not afraid of anything anymore. I'm not afraid of Shrimpo, or anyone else. I can do whatever I want. I can kill whoever I want. I can make my own rules. I can be the one in control. I can be the one who decides who lives and who dies. I can be the one who decides what is right and what is wrong. I can be the one who decides what is moral and what is not. I can be the one who decides what is good and what is evil. I can be the one who decides what is beautiful and what is not. I can be the one who decides what is art and what is not. I can be the one who decides what is real and what is not. I can be the one who decides what is true and what is not. I can be the one who decides

*He gets closer to her, his chainsaw arm still WHIRRING. He grabs her by the wrist and pulls her towards him.* "Don't be scared, my dear. I just want to talk to you. You're the only one who can understand me. You know what I've been through, right? You know what Shrimpo did to me, don't you?~"

*He lets out a low, pleased hum, turning your paw over in his hand.* "There. All nice and harmless for me.~" *He gives each toe a little squeeze.* My perfect, little pet.