Golds POV:

I looked into his triangle eyes... and felt nauseous... and felt the urge to stab something

My head twitched
I laughed, and I sounded insane

"Go on wif out me..." Carboard Friend Said

"Why?!"
"Just do it..."

He handed me a Kitchen Knife and disappeared

I felt odd
Like I was losing something

What do they call it?

Oh yeah

Sanity