Man Eskew really knocks so many horror podcast out of the park because it’s not just horror. like every other episode is what if you’re inherently unable to be a real person…. what if you can’t live in the real world …. what if you’re permanently broken and damaged what is the only place you can survive and thrive in somewhere where your understandable reality reflects the nightmares and paranoia inside your head…
Like now I’m scared AND sad.
And you know it can’t end happily because your narrative of mental illness never really ends.
“But, today, I would humbly ask that my friend Commander Fox learn to accept a bit of kindness now again.”
Fox had never felt his brain stop working before. Typically, it was perfectly functional. Top of the line thinking unit, issued by the Kaminoans to serve his Excellency. It did not stop working. Never. Not ever. Except, it slowed down nearly to a halt when Senator Riyo Chuchi of Pantora said, ‘my friend.’ Now, this phrase in itself Fox could handle. She probably had loads of friends. She was very nice. If she was this pleasant around him, surely her behavior around natborns probably was ten times as grand. The issue with that phrase was the two words that followed it. ‘My friend Commander Fox’ is what she had said, in her elegant and posh tone, that Fox was sure he had heard at least once while on a floor meeting. ‘My friend Commander Fox.’ My friend Commander Fox? That surely couldn’t be right.”
Taken from chapter 3 of “Man on the Moon” by EmeraldTeller86, this fic is both making me cackle and dance around the room, and giving me Big Sad Feels.
link here
you can’t tell me that’s exactly what this scene looks like :’D
I should really get going on the seven thumbnails I have sketched for foxiyo week....