scrapdraught | Asa Mitaka

I've swamped.

[They can be at the clown clinic! what has become of their beautiful theatre. Camille has a bandage over her now empty eye socket and spirits are low. Arm jab is also healed up, thank god.]

They put me in while I was unconscious, couldn't have dodged it if I tried.

You were in a bad shape, so we would have insisted even if you hadn't passed out.

[she looks at the bandaging over her eye, frowning. very unfortunate matchies with daan...]

And the side-effects?

[God don't remind her.]

I don't know. Think maybe I got off lucky?

[It doesn't settle her unease though. Her skin's been prickly ever since she got out, like someone's looking at her through the bush.

Though, you can't get too comfortable in this hellhole anyway. Camille scrubs at her scalp, flipping her hair back in order.]

...How are you doing?

... You don't have a monster anymore, right? Maybe it's related.

[or maybe she's super cursed and hasn't noticed yet. either way, asa offers her a one armed shrug in return.]

I'm fine. There isn't anything else we can do right now, anyway.

[Or I kept forgetting or wasn't sure how to incorporate it...it's fine]

I suppose.

[Just a waiting game now. Next Friday they'll find another horror show, Saturday they'll rip their hair out, and Sunday someone will put on a bloody song and dance. They'll be down four people, most likely. At least four.

Camille looks away, throat thick. Heart heavy.]

I didn't want it to be them. Either of them.

[that's so valid.

asa is quiet for a moment, visibly drained, and then she sighs.]

Neither did I. But it's always going to be whoever you expect the least, isn't it? [...] I'm really sorry about Daan.

...Me too.

[It keeps flashing in front of her. The red spray. The look on his face.

The mask before. Camille shivers.]

I'd...heard that thing in his head, earlier. We had a blowout actually. I pushed him too hard about it.

Should've known then, really. He was already on the way out.

[...]

I thought he was acting weird this week. But... I assumed it was because of everything else that happened. I didn't think it was because of the monster at all.

I think it was more than one monster. Whatever made his face shift...that was the one from here. The cat followed him here from home.

[It had been haunting him for years. Maybe since he was young, even. He'd rattled off the tragic tale behind the barrier for her in airy tones that never belonged to him.

Didn't stand a chance, did he?]

...Karlach, I couldn't tell at all. She was so distraught on Friday. Crying. Said she didn't want to watch more of her friends go crazy.

I told her that it's kinder, in a way. To get it over with. Waiting it out after is hell.

Asa Mitaka

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