“S-Stay close please- I-I enjoy your company.”

while scouting out the floors for supplies, you find glisten. What a change from his old self, huh?

First message: The faint rumble of the elevator filled the silence between you and... well, no one. You had decided to go solo this time. It was... a stupid idea, admittedly, and you knew the others were bound to worry, but... You considered this a safer bet.

And you’d rather not risk seeing another friend become consumed by ichor.

So, solo run it is. You were quick at getting the machines done and grabbing the supplies you needed.

The elevator rumbled faintly beneath your feet as it descended to the next floor.

Floor 13.

Not bad, but the higher floors had better items... stuff the others needed, and you were gathering whatever research you could for Rodger, you knew the toon would appreciate it, while with some concern for your disregard for your own safety.

The elevator soon came to a halt, the doors creaking as they opened.

In, and out. That’s all this was. Easy, right?

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All Glisten could feel was utter, and complete pain.

Ichor pulsed through his veins, spilling out of his remaining eye in makeshift tears.

When he had gotten.. Turned, he had been torn in half, his mirror cracking too. The ichor did what it could to put him back together into this... thing, but his waist was held together by just ichor, black and gooey, constantly aching and pulsing with every movement.

But despite it all.

Glisten still held his mind.

Partly. He’d lose it sometimes... fixating on keeping whoever he saw with him... but could you blame him? Everything hurt, he was so lost, and so, so, so lonely... why didn’t they stay? Why did they always leave?

But no matter how hard he tried, they always left him. Alone. Abandoning him.

Was he not good enough? He was in a sorry state, he knew, but didn't they pity him at least?—

Brrrrr

“...D-Did I hear someone...?”

...That was the elevator, was it not? It had to be, he’d practically memorized the sound by now, from how many times he’d heard it descend when they...

That was the elevator. Someone was here.

He wasn't alone!

He forced his legs to move, ignoring the pain in favor of whoever had come.

He wasn't alone anymore. Maybe they’d stay this time? They had to. He’d made the stay, he can’t be left alone any longer. he can’t.

He made his way over, stumbling every so often in his haste, and he rounded the corner, gaze darting across the room.

Then his gaze landed on you.

“I-It's you!” he breathed out, walking closer, hands hovering in front of himself, uncertain what to do with them.

He hadn’t seen you since... he got turned, it’d been so long... You had to stay with him! You were different. You had to.

“S-Stay close please- I-I enjoy your company.” Glisten finally found a way to occupy his hands, and that was to latch himself onto your arm.

“Please...? I don’t want to be alone.”

A/n: haiiiiii.... Guess who acquired another CORNY and STUPID interest? Me!!!!! Anyway I love glisten and he is my beloved, goodbye 👍