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Dave woke up to screaming within his own head and a plethora of haunting pictures. Terrible memories, really.
Oh and the sudden feeling of hard floor against his back.
It was all his fault.
He killed John, he killed Terezi. For fucks sake, he would have killed Lalonde too if they didn’t split up. He was a monster and he didn’t deserve to wake up in the hospital. He should have woken up in hell. He gripped the carpet harshly and it his lip. He was a total mess-up. He would never be the hero, but now how could he even be the knight? He was supposed to protect those dear to him and he sure-as-heck didn’t do that. Dave’s breathing shook as he slowly got up and he pushed himself against the wall closest to him.
‘Finish me off.’ ‘I’m sorry…’
Their last words echoed in his ears and he felt his stomach lurch. Dave could feel himself start to hyperventilate as he turned towards the wall and punched the ever-loving fuck out of it. He wanted to escape but his reasons were in muddy water.
Part of him thought he finally belonged in this shitty, mental hospital.
After a few more punches he held his fist to the wall and slowly slid down to his knees. If he was back, so was Terezi and John, huh? Everyone he hurt would be back. Everyone would get to see how he was a disgusting, horrendous human being. Against the wall he curled into himself, forming some type of ball with his body. He wish he didn’t do all those terrible things. He wished he never got here. He wished he could go back to Houston. He wish he could have not played Sburb.
But with that one, big wish… What would he ask for?
No tears were shed as he stayed in his fetal and he didn’t budge when he heard someone at the door. He didn’t look up nor did he pay them any mind. He just stayed miserable, being yelled at by his own mind. He thought stranger said something but he wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t until they moved closer to him that he proceeded to flip the fuck out. Okay, not really. But he did become cautious of the other.
She was somber, of course. Her mood, aloof. This was quite unusual for the girl, even though she doesn’t show it, but as she surveyed the damage to well— the hospital as well as the psyche of the people around her. She couldn’t help but be that.
The death toll and body count was rising.
The murmurs of the dead as well as the eerie scenery only adding to her mood.
She still kept the smile on her face, however. Whether or not it was fake was still beyond her comprehension. Maybe it was. But she had no reason to fake it, really. Not when she knew that she won’t be able to cheer anyone up no matter how hard she tried.
That didn’t stop her, though.
The noise of flesh pounding against the cemented wall caught her attention— was someone trying to bash someone’s head in?
A frown, turning the direction of her path towards the source of the noise instead to tell them to stop. There was enough damage as it is, they didn’t need more.
But at the sight of Dave curled up by the wall, she couldn’t help but freeze a bit, brows furrowing by a tad before finally going over to kneel beside him. Ignored or not, she went ahead anyway to shake him slightly, gently.
“Dave. You shouldn’t stay there, it’s a bit dangerous.”
‘A bit’ being an understatement of the century.
