10 Apr 2025, 00:35
This Pain Is Just Too Real
Threads: The Flashback, The Reconsumption, This Pain Is Just Too Real, What to Do, What to Do?
He would carry the briefcase, keeping his slumped figure. His eyes continued to scan the ground as he avoided the eye contact of other students around as he walked past them. His heart felt almost as if it were in his heels and all of a sudden, tears came rolling down his face. He felt so sad, so demolished. His thoughts were beating him up emotionally and psychologically and he couldn't bear it anymore. He just had to let it all out. He sat down at the Hufflepuff Table in the Great Hall and bent his back so his head was resting on his arms crossed on the table, and he began to weep.
The sticky droplets peeling off of his skin as they hit the solid surface and sending a splash onto his resting arms. His stomach grumbling, the droplets seeming to serve as a transition point, and he got up from his seat and started walking, a few steps later, there was a huge rumble, and he was hoping that this time around, he would not be struck with diarrhea. He felt his limbs tense up and his body go rigid. A boy walked by and knocked into him, sending him falling backwards with a hard thud, an impact sending a brief ringing sound through his ears.
The grumbling in his stomach grew larger and all of a sudden, he began to heave violently, the black inky vomit projecting like a fountain as it left his mouth and splashed all around on the floor, on his face, on his clothes and even in his hair.
He would continue to vomit, his face turning redder and redder with every gasp of air he had to take in between. But he couldn't move. He was stuck in place. He stared at the ceiling, feeling gross, feeling like someone dumped a bag of trash juice all over him. His sclera turned black, and he began to feel like he did a month prior, trapped in a body. He thought he was going to die for sure this time.
He would carry the briefcase, keeping his slumped figure. His eyes continued to scan the ground as he avoided the eye contact of other students around as he walked past them. His heart felt almost as if it were in his heels and all of a sudden, tears came rolling down his face. He felt so sad, so demolished. His thoughts were beating him up emotionally and psychologically and he couldn't bear it anymore. He just had to let it all out. He sat down at the Hufflepuff Table in the Great Hall and bent his back so his head was resting on his arms crossed on the table, and he began to weep.
The sticky droplets peeling off of his skin as they hit the solid surface and sending a splash onto his resting arms. His stomach grumbling, the droplets seeming to serve as a transition point, and he got up from his seat and started walking, a few steps later, there was a huge rumble, and he was hoping that this time around, he would not be struck with diarrhea. He felt his limbs tense up and his body go rigid. A boy walked by and knocked into him, sending him falling backwards with a hard thud, an impact sending a brief ringing sound through his ears.
The grumbling in his stomach grew larger and all of a sudden, he began to heave violently, the black inky vomit projecting like a fountain as it left his mouth and splashed all around on the floor, on his face, on his clothes and even in his hair.
He would continue to vomit, his face turning redder and redder with every gasp of air he had to take in between. But he couldn't move. He was stuck in place. He stared at the ceiling, feeling gross, feeling like someone dumped a bag of trash juice all over him. His sclera turned black, and he began to feel like he did a month prior, trapped in a body. He thought he was going to die for sure this time.
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |
10 Apr 2025, 00:36
This Pain Is Just Too Real
Octavius walked in, his first official full day on the job that was not the first day! He was a bit hungry though, swearing that he would never keep snacks, unless necessary, in the hospital wing, so he would come into the Great Hall alongside every student for Lunch and take a seat. He saw his son weeping, and he wanted to go comfort him. He really did, but maybe it was nothing, maybe he'd end up getting yelled at again. It was because of that hesitation that he reluctantly walked away from Clark, only to see him stand up and try to walk away, that he saw his legs and arms and back straightening and freezing up. He saw him fall backwards, and he saw the vomiting.
Octavius quickly hopped out of his chair and ran towards Clark as fast as his body would allow him to and he swept Clark up off the ground with his arms and quickened his pace towards the Hospital Wing. If his son was going to suffer, Octavius would not eat. A fair trade.
He was yelling at people to move out of the way as they were chatting and blocking the way out of the Great Hall. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY! WE HAVE A CHILD THAT MAY BE CONTAGIOUS!" Should he have said that? No, he really should not have. But did it clear a path? Yes, it did. He moved with speed, the goblin looking pale and exhausted in his arms. His eyes wide open. Poor boy.
Octavius quickly hopped out of his chair and ran towards Clark as fast as his body would allow him to and he swept Clark up off the ground with his arms and quickened his pace towards the Hospital Wing. If his son was going to suffer, Octavius would not eat. A fair trade.
He was yelling at people to move out of the way as they were chatting and blocking the way out of the Great Hall. "GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY! WE HAVE A CHILD THAT MAY BE CONTAGIOUS!" Should he have said that? No, he really should not have. But did it clear a path? Yes, it did. He moved with speed, the goblin looking pale and exhausted in his arms. His eyes wide open. Poor boy.
| 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 |