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After a series of failed trials, Dr Easterman summons you to his office to try a new method of motivating you.
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22 Jun 2025
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Immediately following Ending-C, Michael makes an uncomfortable realization. Aftermath ensues.
(aka the romcom ending we all deserved)
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30 May 2025
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The compulsion is so weak it’s barely there at all, just the instinctive snapping of an animal in pain. It still shudders pleasurably down Elias’ spine, a rush of warmth. Jon is breathing hard. He deserves a little truth, Elias thinks.
“I’m here to take care of you,” he says. “And you’re going to let me. Afterwards you’ll sleep wonderfully, and you’ll feel much better tomorrow.”
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Jon makes himself unwell. Elias takes care of him.
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11 May 2025
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You're too young to be this miserable, too old to be this pathetic, and one bad night away from locking yourself away with your porn and your video games for the rest of your life.
The icing on the cake is the man who keeps breaking into your apartment. The cherry on top is that you kind of don't want him to stop.
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22 Apr 2025
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You suddenly think back to your childhood. The memories are oddly tangled, like overlapping chains, bound by secret promises, codependency, and a constant sense of push and pull. Caleb would step away and you would follow, as if you had been trained. Then you would do the same, back away, pout and retaliate, and he would pursue. Back and forth until you wondered who had started it all. Then there was the faded memory of Grandma and Caleb fighting in the kitchen. He’d just had a growth spurt and was impossibly lanky. You had never discovered what they were fighting about, just that Caleb became more subdued after, softer, almost more coy. Then there were the hugs when Grandma couldn’t see. The notes passed under bedroom doors. It was almost like a game that only the two of you could play.
You swallow, feeling almost nauseous. The sensation is similar to when you haven't eaten enough. So you go to the kitchen, yanking open the refrigerator door and pulling out an apple. The skin breaks under your teeth, crisp, yet you find it hard to chew and swallow. The flavor is too sweet, thick and syrupy while all you are craving is acid and venom. You lean over the sink; hands gripping at the edge.
Fuck waiting.
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15 Mar 2025