
Thanks…now give me yours.

Thanks…now give me yours.
Kamimatsu gripped at his knees as he sat in a dirt field. He was shaking, staring at the ground. There were hands sticking out from the ground.
He sent a text to Akumatsu, needing him at once.
“I see hands.” He hoped he would come, even if he couldn’t remember anything.

((WOW I MADE IT BETTER THAN I WANTED IT TO BE LOL))

Kamimatsu opened a drawer. He gasped and fell backwards.
There were hands in the drawer. He gasped and breathed heavily. “W-what?! What?!” he slammed the door and stumbled to stand. “HELP! TASUKETE! ” he screamed, running around.
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U-u-uh…y…y-yeah…(thinking: h-he won’t hurt me…he won’t hurt me…he won’t hurt me….)

Well, I’m a part of you guys too, so technically you all just masturbated.

Why not stranger…?
Being choked is a horrible feeling. Being strained…..unable to breathe
…
……..
I can’t….That sounds interesting, why would you let me do that? Is something about this bother you?
You wouldn’t just…end it…when you haven’t even found the answers about your memories. People care for you.