[ far more times than he could ever count. punch, kick, tear at, scream until he just couldn't anymore. the fucking thing never moves. just stands there. honks. he hates it so much. he's never truly going to escape him. a curse far worse than being stuck in his own dead body forever, for sure.
"i am not you," sure rub it in. you're still in my head, fuckwit. he'll sit back and watch, like usual. see what happens when one of the littler ones approaches. or at least, he watches for as long as he can, which isn't very long before he's ducking his head down in his arms. hard to look.
the weepy little spirit draws closer to the headspace stranger, ever so curious. they're just as quiet as honky shadow rabbit over there, only speaking in whispers. asking why is he here, are you with the bad man, we're watching the rabbit together. why are you here? ]
this is my only mildly concerning child spirits icon
"i am not you," sure rub it in. you're still in my head, fuckwit. he'll sit back and watch, like usual. see what happens when one of the littler ones approaches. or at least, he watches for as long as he can, which isn't very long before he's ducking his head down in his arms. hard to look.
the weepy little spirit draws closer to the headspace stranger, ever so curious. they're just as quiet as honky shadow rabbit over there, only speaking in whispers. asking why is he here, are you with the bad man, we're watching the rabbit together. why are you here? ]