"You know, these are never going to go away..." Mark stared at the words the Host had ended up carving into him before, eyes hooded. "... S-Still love you and all the other egos... H-Hah..." No matter what. Unconditionally. HHH...
There was that banned word again. His legs didn’t wish to move buth is mind– his mind, that banished hellscape of torment and terror and rage–
Pick up of that pen, crawling toward the other like an unbridled zombie. His teeth bared, a raise of his pen, grasping the other and throwing him against the wall, forcing his hand to lift the back of that shirt.
“–So you never forget–”
Carving deep; avoiding other sentences, seeing a black path in a sea of gold.
Three last words, to stop this adamant child with his bright eyes.
Love. Isn’t. Real.
His fingers covered in the others blood; a drop of that pen, releasing him and booming, that voice to ratlte the walls, sending dust from it’s slumber upon shelves and papers.
“Get. Out. Now.”
No more harm– for what he already had done–he knew punishment was coming.
What organ would they decide to take this time?