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His Heart
My blood dripping down his fingers
His bloody lips pressed to my head
I lean into his chest
I hear his heart
Pumping trapped blood through him.
I wish to free it.
I wish to feel his life in my hands
For what is more intimate
Than to hold
And what to hold
But His Heart?
Hello! I have an oc named Tammi, and out of nowhere I started writing a little something for him. This is for fun, if you know this oc, don’t overthink this about his lore. Anyways enjoy
Tammi isolated herself. She curled up into a ball, locked herself in her bathroom. She needed to be away. From Blair, Simon, Burd, and especially Blinky. She knows the truth, she knows everything now. Blinky, her best friend, was extremely dangerous. She helped him.
They were a monster
No, they can’t think that yet.
Tammi looked at themself in the mirror. They didn’t see them looking back. Instead they saw an extremely fragile kid. Ready to crumble and shatter at any moment. “…what have I done to myself?” They mumbled. They wanted to cry. They needed to cry, but couldn’t.
He looked down. What is he going to do with his life now? So much was a lie. So much was useless. What is he supposed to do now? He can’t go back to people he saw as family. He probably hurt them just by unknowingly bringing a horror god in their house!
“oh god…” Tammi covered their mouth, as if they were going to puke. How long have they been unknowingly hurting others?! The thought alone frightened Tammi. They never wanted to hurt nice and innocent people. But they probably did anyways!
Tammi felt her chest getting tight. A sudden banging noise circled around her. Bang! Bang! Bang! It was so loud for Tammi. Too loud. Tammi then looked up in the mirror and quickly covered her mouth as she stared stepping away from the mirror.
Tammi saw himself. But different. His eyes were shining a bright purple, multiple eyes on his face and hair, and him giving himself an uneasy smile. His back hit the wall as he stared to slide down to the floor.
Her chest was tighter, the banging getting louder, and everything was getting hotter. She threw her jacket and sweater off. Now in pants and a light purple shirt. She felt her face and grabbed her hair. No extra eyes. At least she hoped.
Tammi wanted to cry. Scream. Let out any emotion! But it’s hard to break a habit you’ve been doing since you were young.