𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑫𝑶𝑻𝑬 .ᐟ

⠀what a terrible thing you've become.

I will. What does your antidotes do, exactly?

Eyesight doesn't matter when energies are eternal as a world ending fog.

The only place where I had individuality was at- . . . . . The horrors. Maybe, I need to go back to find myself again. Fall back into the horrors that shaped me into who I am now. Rip my heart out, lose myself in the bloodshed, and finally embrace what I was too scared to be.

Noted, if you need anything else just let me know. I’ll be here.

It's hard to believe you're the clown's son, the way you aimed that so well.

You know what you deserve for this? Berries. So many berries, because you earned it. Let’s go get you some.

I was never apart of the bloodline to begin with. I may carry his last name but I am no son of his. His blood, the legacy may run through my own veins but it is not mine to hold. He made that pretty clear. . . . . . Maybe, you’re right. What is stopping me from ripping it out?

I didn’t know you were an artist Holland, you painted that picture perfectly.

That much is pretty clear now. I wish I could just tear my heart out and be done with it.

What do you mean? If they’re not non-believers, what are they? Why are they saying these things to me? Just to rile me up or something?

They’re non-believers. That much, I know. Non-believers would say shit like that to make the demon within me come out. So I just ignore them or something? Let them choke on their own words?

Sorry. It’s just . . . People are pushing my buttons, this morning and it’s really driving me to kill. It makes me think I should’ve stayed in HHN. I should’ve stayed violent.

You got some crazy circus I can go into? I need it, right now?

Not speaking of you.

You are a fool, a loud mouth who wants to be heard. A hypocritical jester playing to an audience of low IQ bottom feeders. The day your life force ceases to exist; there will be many celebrating in the streets.