That day, Ken was feeling particularly frustrated and restless. The lack of any meaningful progress in furthering his goals was slowly driving him mad, and on top of that, he had gotten up on the wrong foot. Weeks of repressed stress and anxiety were taking their toll on him, too.
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He felt like he was about to burst, to expand, to shrink, he felt like he needed to explode everything, to fall back on himself, to shout, to stay quiet, he felt like he should get help, he should disappear for good, he felt he felt he felt
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No, I need to do something. I can't let it end here.
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He stopped feeling.
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Well, not exactly, but in contrast to before, it was as if. He only felt that slight buzzing in the background, that feeling of light floatiness, and above all, the determination to do what needed to be done.
Now was time to think and make a plan to move forward.
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He should leave. Where he lived was too close to other people. He felt like he shouldn't be close to other people. He didn't remember exactly why, but it was a strong feeling.
(The crunch of broken bones and the smell of spilled blood-)
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He sneaked out of where he lived. Not wanting to repeat the mistakes from before, where Raven caught him, he left through a window, being careful to be in the neighboring house's blind spot. He then went to the Velvet Room, and chose a door at random. What mattered was getting a way.
He ended up erring in Tokyo's streets, thinking, focusing on his mission, his goals. He had to figure out the steps forward, he couldn't resign himself to being a prisoner forever, he had to-
Loud noises took him out of his thoughts. He decided to investigate. Maybe it would be useful intel. By the time he arrived (he didn't know the area very well), the noises had just stopped. What he saw was a completely leveled building, and a stranger resembling Ren with some weird gun in hand, looking at the ruins. Likely the one responsible for the noise and destruction.
2, cw: slight graphical content, implied suicidal thoughts
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He felt like he was about to burst, to expand, to shrink, he felt like he needed to explode everything, to fall back on himself, to shout, to stay quiet, he felt like he should get help, he should disappear for good, he felt he felt he felt
...
No, I need to do something. I can't let it end here.
...
He stopped feeling.
...
Well, not exactly, but in contrast to before, it was as if. He only felt that slight buzzing in the background, that feeling of light floatiness, and above all, the determination to do what needed to be done.
Now was time to think and make a plan to move forward.
...
He should leave. Where he lived was too close to other people. He felt like he shouldn't be close to other people. He didn't remember exactly why, but it was a strong feeling.
(The crunch of broken bones and the smell of spilled blood-)
...
He sneaked out of where he lived. Not wanting to repeat the mistakes from before, where Raven caught him, he left through a window, being careful to be in the neighboring house's blind spot. He then went to the Velvet Room, and chose a door at random. What mattered was getting a way.
He ended up erring in Tokyo's streets, thinking, focusing on his mission, his goals. He had to figure out the steps forward, he couldn't resign himself to being a prisoner forever, he had to-
Loud noises took him out of his thoughts. He decided to investigate. Maybe it would be useful intel. By the time he arrived (he didn't know the area very well), the noises had just stopped. What he saw was a completely leveled building, and a stranger resembling Ren with some weird gun in hand, looking at the ruins. Likely the one responsible for the noise and destruction.
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