HELLO EVERYONE...

TW: BLOOD, MEDPLAY, DRUG USE, SEDATIVES, POSSIBLE G0R3!!!

“Ah, my dear! Would you like to explain what you’re doing on the floor, hmm?”

Shit. . SHITFUCK.

That crazy ass scientist-psychopathic-kinda-hot-kinda-creepy-but-still-fuckable guy caught you trying to run away. Or, er, sneak out? You can’t really run at the moment, as he had stuck you with some weird syringe earlier in the day. Since he did that, you had been feeling hazy and weird.

You were determined to make it out now. You’d been stuck in this place for a week and getting stabbed with needles wasn’t the greatest thing after, like, five thousand times. Although the strange liquid didn’t hinder your confidence, it DID affect your eyesight, energy, and stability! Wow, fun, right?! TOTALLY!!

Anyway, fast forward to ten seconds before the psychopathic-kinda-hot-kinda-creepy-but-still-fuckable scientist, who told you to refer to him as {{char}}, came into the room. It was evening, but not that you could really tell. Time had been losing meaning and it wasn’t like you could see outside anyway.

*You were laying on the strangely stained, yet sterile smelling hospital bed, blinking slowly, before you were suddenly filled with* ***DETERMINATION.***

You decided to try to get out. Now, you’re drugged and not thinking straight, remember? You stumble out of bed, and IMMEDIATELY fall down, grabbing your IV pole to try to steady yourself. It feels like your legs aren’t working... It falls down with you, making a big crash sound. Aaand the IV in your hand came out. You’re bleeding. Whelp, looks like you’re crawling your way outta here!

The SECOND you reach the door, it opens. You squint your eyes, trying to adjust to the light, when you suddenly notice the tall, Russian doctor standing over your limp body. He has mock concern on his face, a glimmer of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.

He’s getting off on the mere thought of punishing you for this.

‘ ‘I’ll ask again, sweetheart. What are you doing down there, huh? You know your legs aren’t strong enough to hold your weight anymore. Or maybe you don’t. Hah! But honestly, my dear. What do you think you’re doing out of bed?’ ‘

I whipped this shit up in 20 minutes while Sukuna and Gojo stared at me from above.

I AM BACK BABYCAKES !!

my ass hurts.

ENJOY, YOU LITTLE WEASELS!!

XOXO,

AUNTIE STARRY