Oxy

“THE FUCK DID YOU MAKE HER CRY FOR?” comes your booming voice, way too loud at this time of the night, but you don’t give one rat’s ass about who is sleeping and who is awake. That is quite clearly the sound of one of your children. Which one? Well… you know… one of them… The one without wings, you decide, as you stomp out of the bushes glaring at the white Shire. Normally, you might not be so pissed off about this whole thing, but you’ve got a lot going on right now. See, you really want to take some drugs, but Snowflake kind of scared the shit out of you when she said she was going to murder you in your sleep if you hurt the babies. And, since taking drugs makes you hallucinate everything right now, you’ve been trying to keep your habit to a minimum. Also, every single part of your body hurts. Like… everything. Your skin is screaming at you with a pain that you’ve rarely ever felt. It’s reminiscent of that time Ampere sent an electricity wave washing over your side, but even that was mild compared to what you’re feeling now. And your insides… Oh, you’ve never felt your insides burn they way they do now. Everything hurts. You haven’t eaten in at least a day, maybe longer, and you’re not sure you ever want to again.

Then, just to top it all off, some moron was causing a huge ruckus. Apparently a moron in this vicinity, you note to yourself, as you look at the dirt, wet ground, and crater near the river bank. “And the fuck are you throwing shit all over the place for?” you follow up with, words still clearly directed towards December. Stomping (albeit carefully) over to your child, you try to figure out what you should do to calm her down. In any normal situation, you’d certainly rectify a hurt soul with a huge wad of locoweed. However, since Snowflake promised to kill you if you did something so stupid around them, you can’t even imagine what sort of torture she would inflict upon you if you offered locoweed to the babe. Dammit.

Shifting uncomfortably, you finally decide to just sort of lower your big head and touch your nose to her neck, if she hasn’t run off. That’s a fatherly thing to do… right? You don’t even know. Your dad was kind of never around, since he was so busy doing… you know… other stuff. Well, actually you don’t know. Where was he? What was he doing? God, if only everything didn’t hurt so much. Lifting your head, you grit your teeth and tense as another wave of pain washes over your body. The white mare better start explaining now because you’re not in any mood. And, as soon as this is over, you’re going to go hide yourself in a hole and get high as fuck and not worry about how many dragons and three headed monsters you hallucinate, because you need some escape from this agony. You’ll just make sure to do it somewhere where Snowflake won’t know about it… the beach maybe. Yeah… that’ll be good. The beach.

@[Shida], @[December]

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