IM FUELED ON THE VIDEO ABOVE AnD DYING SO WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHAAAA UNISTAL MY ALIVE hecc I wanNA CRY THIS VIDEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WOOP CAPS LOCK IM STALLING HECCCCCCCCC. FUG I DON'T WANNA DO THIS LOL OH WELL ;U;  whoop lets do a die lol. *inhale* EvAN nO *Hellish screaming* hecc i can noawt write ,UwU, 

"How's my mom doing?" Ink asked right as Dust crossed the threshold of the room. Dust paused like a deer in headlights.

"He's..." Dust paused, "Let's just say he's not getting much sleep..."

"When are you gonna let me go." Ink asked in a desperate tone. Dust felt a pang of pity for his captive, with a flash of it on his expression. Seeing the state Ink was in was hurting him. That emotion was soon mixed with fear.
I'm not supposed to feel bad for him. What's happening? What the hell? This shouldn't be happening. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I'm cracking. I'm not supposed to feel sorrow for him! What's happening?!  Dust thought frantically, the thoughts swarming his head. Panic soon turned to anger. He ran upstairs, the thoughts getting louder and louder. A ghostly figure appeared in front of him.

"P-Paps?" Dust asked, shakily, mentally yelling at himself for studdering.

"You finally allow yourself to see me huh?" Papy said with a sassy tone.

"Paps..I-" Dust cut himself off, hitting himself . "no! im not sorry im not sorry im not sorry." He mumbled to himself, starting to pace, his breathing quickening slightly. 

"You're not what?" Paps asked, with a mocking tone.

"I'M NOT SORRY FOR HIM! I'M NOT SORRY FOR ANY OF YOU!" Dust screamed in Paps general direction, loud enough where Ink could probably hear him, picking up the closest object near him and throwing it at his dead brother, hearing a shatter. It was a plate.

"Brother you look even more insane than usual," Paps commented.

"SHUT UP!!" Dust yelled, trying to take a few deep breaths. Eventually calming himself down enough to block out his brother. I'm overreacting, it was nothing. Nothing. Just go down there and give him his food, it was just a bump, not anything big. Dust thought to himself, thinking to himself repeatedly It was nothing. He walked down to Ink leaning on his cell door.

"Who's him?" Ink asked.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Dust responded, avoiding eye contact, or any visual contact with Ink.

"Only way to get information." He said. "So who's him?"

"Someone of the masculine gender." Dust answered getting Ink's food finished, sensing Ink's eye-roll. He took a deep breath knowing he would have to look at the miserable, tired, filthy, captive. He grabbed Ink's food and walked toward Ink, avoiding eye contact best he could.

"Your avoiding eye contact Dusty." He heard.

"No shit."

"Why?"

"Because you look absolutely horrendous." Dust said in a sarcastic tone. Ink rolled his eyes and took the food. Dust started to walk away.

"Where are you going? We usually have a chat..." Ink said, sounding sad or disappointed.

"Fine. Let's chat." Dust said turning around making direct eye contact with Ink.

Oof that's 520 words of trashy angsti boiis up there. that's around 100 moe words than a normal chap. imma go die now thx bai.

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